James Birdsong: YAY it was eerie that's sort of what I was going for.

Amanda: Fun fact for you while writing this to see if a knife dragged lightly across the foot would actually make someone twitch I took one of my own daggers and did it to my foot. It didn't really do much for me hence Ghirahim slicing it deeper…and now I sound like a complete weirdo.

Hello everyone. Apparently FF deleted the asterisks I put in as a spacer between my AN and the actual story text. Hence the bold writing here instead of normal script. Anyways have fun

I don't own Ghirahim…he owns me.

Chapter 2

Link groaned, trying to come out of the fog that seemed to wrap itself around his mind. He was lying against something hard with points of pressure at his shoulders, wrists, hips and just below his knees. His pointed ears caught the sound of something rasping and he wondered what it was. His blue eyes slowly opened immediately fixated on what had caused the rasping noise; causing him to quiver.

"Good morning Skychild." Ghirahim purred not looking up from the dagger he was sharpening. Each stroke of the whetstone slow and deliberate to cause the hero as much dread as possible. "Apparently that game we played earlier put a notch in my blade. Not to worry though, a couple more minutes and it will be as sharp as it used to be." He raised his eyes and caught the boy's gaze smiling at the other's now paler face.

Swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, Link tried to distract himself both from the other male and the throbbing coming from his injured heel, by taking in his surroundings. He was bound to a vertical slat of wood in a cell with black walls and door. A pair of chains hung from the ceiling and the wall behind the demon was covered with various metal instruments covered with rust or…

"Finished"

Link could feel his heartbeat speed up as he looked back at the diamond covered male.

Ghirahim smirked at the look of alarm etched on the Skyloftian's face "Now that my dagger is back to it's original fabulous condition we can get to business." The demon launched forwards, causing Link to jump as a white gloved hand landed on the wood next to both sides of his head. "However," the man whispered putting his forehead on the child's own "there is something else that needs to be taken care of first." He smiled and knelt down, inspecting the injured heel "THIS for instance," he jabbed the wounded skin with a forefinger causing Link to tense and let out a quickly cut-off yell of pain "just won't do." The demon stood back up and leaned on Link's chest, "Of course I could heal it for you…do you want me to?"

Taken aback by the question Link considered. The demon who had harmed him was now offering to heal him. His heel DID hurt but he was pretty sure that the other male was crazy by this point. Maybe by saying "heal" Ghirahim actually meant more pain. He shook his head.

Face lighting up, Ghirahim cocked his head to one side "No? Oh, perhaps you doubt my healing prowess. I'm sure you'll reconsider after a demonstration." Snappping his fingers, a small dagger appeared in front of him. He grabbed it with his right hand and with a blur of movement sliced his left, inhaling in ecstasy from the pain. He raised his blood dripping hand turning it over and then lapped up his own blood then looked up at the hero, whose eyes had gone wide. "Observe child" he said pointing at his hand, which had started to bleed again. He took a finger and, whispering a foreign word Link couldn't catch, traced along the cut. Black diamonds danced along the wound and healed the broken skin until nothing, not even a scar, remained. He closed his hand and turned back to Link "I do believe I've made my point. Now, about that heel of yours…" He left his sentence dangling.

Link shook his head again. After seeing Ghirahim slice his hand and then lick up his own blood, Link definitely was not going to acquiesce to letting the crazy touch him.

"Well, in all honesty child, I was only asking for politeness' sake." A leer "After all, its not like you can do anything about it, can you?" He bent back down and placed a finger on the heel and whispered the strange word again.

PAIN! It was instantaneous and powerful. Link screamed and arched his back, vainly trying to distance himself from the source as best he could. As abruptly as it had started the pain stopped, leaving him sweaty and gasping for breath. He noticed that the throbbing in his foot had vanished completely. He brought his gaze up to that of the demon's who was smiling smugly.

"Apologies, dark magic tends to cause pain in pure people such as yourself. The less wholesome you are the less agony you experience." Ghirahim smiled wolfishly "However, it did allow me to hear your scream, and I must say it was delicious." He clicked his fingers and a red and black diamond patterned chair surrounded by floating daggers appeared. He draped himself on it and then turned back to Link "You and I are going to have a little discussion throughout the following days. I'll ask the questions and you provide the answers or…" snapping his fingers sent one of his daggers flying and it struck right next to Link's left ear. "I'm sure you get the picture. Shall we begin?"

Link swallowed and eyed the dagger next to his face before turning his full attention to the figure sprawled on the chair. He couldn't understand why he was being questioned, he really didn't know anything and…

"What is your name?"

Link pondered on whether he should answer the seemingly simple question, it wouldn't hurt…would it? "Link."

"Link…" Ghirahim seemed to roll the name off of his tongue; he caught the boy's gaze again "Link, what would the name of your family happen to be?"

Link didn't think giving the demon this information would matter either and inwardly decided that if he was asked any questions about Skyloft, its defenses or people he wouldn't answer them. Or Zelda, especially not any questions about Zelda. "None."

Ghirahim smiled as if that answer pleased him "None? Come now…Link, people must call you something more than that? Even if you were without parents they would have tagged something to you." A smile "Unless of course…you were bastard-born and no one wanted to claim you."

Link snarled at the insult "RedWing."

Nodding as if he expected no less "No doubt after your loftwing."

"How did you…?" Link broke off into a yell as a small dagger slammed into his right upper arm.

Ghirahim tsked at him "Skychild, did you already forget that I'm asking the questions and you're answering them." His expression glowered "NOT the other way around."

Quivering in pain, Link kept his eyes on his captor who had stood up and looked like he was about to carve a piece out of the boy. Then the demon paused as if listening to something followed by a solemn nod to...something?

"It appears I am needed elsewhere, Link; you won't mind looking after this will you?" he asked placing a couple fingers on the knife's hilt and pressing down. Link hissed in pain and grit his teeth, glaring. Ghirahim chuckled "I thought you wouldn't." and disappeared with his signature diamond shower; leaving the hero alone with the sounds of his own pained breathing.

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