A/N:
Hello all! I know I haven't updated in a while but I have a good reason! I'm lazy! Wonderful reason, right? Just kidding, just kidding. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! ...By the way, I said I was going to post on Saturdays last time but I'm not going to do that anymore. Last time I did, my story was buried with in 30 minutes. I'm used to writing for an unpopular fandom so wasn't expecting that. Anyway, I'll be updating on Wednesday from now on. ^_^
Hima stared into a small pool of water, studying his face. "Ghirahim…" he murmured. Did the name really fit him? It was such a vilesounding name. He didn't want to be vile
He trailed his finger through the water, distorting his image. There - now the picture matched him. His life was nothing more then a messed picture so now the reflection matched him perfectly. A disfigured mess that made no sense is what he'd been reduced to. So what did a name change, anyway?
But the name Ghirahim in particular… It sounded like a snake. Like a gross, oily snake making life miserable for everyone. It sounded lonely, unwanted, and… evil. Come to think of it, the man who had suggested it was evil. Why was he even thinking about the name if he had decided not to join him?
Hima looked away from the water, disgusted with himself. He wasn't evil though. He wasn't the nicest person to ever live, and he didn't have many friends so maybe he wasn't very likable but that didn't mean he was evil, right? No, of course not. He wasn't evil at all.
If he wasn't evil though… what was he? What was he really? Underneath everything else, who was he? Was he a normal boy? Was he cold and unforgiving? What did all the puzzle pieces that made him who he was come together to form? Now that he was thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out.
So why not be evil? At least it would let him be something instead of nothing. If he really wasn't anything else, what was so wrong with being the bad guy? Who would care?
Hima realized what he was thinking and stopped himself abruptly. He couldn't think like that! He couldn't hurt all those people just because he didn't know who he was! Hima shook his head, sealing the thoughts away quickly. He couldn't let himself think like that. There was no way he could ever be like that - there was just no way.
But now that he had thought about it, he couldn't get it out of his head. Was what everyone called bad really bad? Or was it just another thing that someone could be? Was it just another personality? Suddenly, the word evil was shown in a new light. It wasn't something to be despised but just another thing people could be. Something he could be. It was a way out of being nothingness like he was now. He could be someone. Anyone. It seemed so beautiful now.
After all, who cared if everyone hated him? They did anyway, so why not? The people who hated him now, would still hate him but he would have one person smiling at him again. The world would get better for him. Esimed would smile at him.
Maybe he would harm others but hadn't they hurt him too? Maybe he would even kill people, but hadn't they killed him, too? Weren't they the ones who had made him jump? The more he ran it through his head, the more he realized that they were evil. He wasn't hurting anyone. They had done this to themselves. It was their fault. They could only blame themselves.
There was no reason he could possibly think of that could hold him back now. They had no right to ask for kindness when they had shown him none. Yes, he was through with his life as Hima. He was done being nice to everyone. It never got him anywhere anyway.
Hima forgot all that he had lived through. The good, the bad, the happiness, the tears… it vanished from his mind. Hima had died when he jumped from the ledge of Skyloft. Ghirahim was a new person. Ghirahim would do what it took to keep Esimed smiling. Ghirahim would do anything to make this life work. He didn't care what he had to do to get there. He would make this life happy. Ghirahim went out to seek Esimed.
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"Ghirahim?" Esimed asked. "Ah, you're here."
Ghirahim nodded. "You asked me if I would join you," he stated.
Esimed smiled. "Yes. Do you have an answer? This isn't something to be taken lightly, you know."
"I am aware." Every word he said had meaning, a firm reason to back it up. He spoke with importance. "I want to join you. I want to become whoever you wish me to be…" Ghirahim went down on his knee and placed his hand over his heart. "Master." He looked up at Esimed with a completely serious face. "I am willing to do whatever you say. Just say the word, Master, and I will do it."
Esimed paused, examining the small boy. He wasn't expecting this at all. He had thought Ghirahim would run away in terror of him, but instead he was saying he wished to join him. "Is that really true?"
"Yes. Anything you ask, I will do."
I hope you all liked it!
