As Ghirahim and I walked through what he called "Faron Woods" I was reminded that I hadn't eaten in a long time. My glare kept Ghirahim from saying anything other than, "You humans need food don't you?"

"And you don't?" I replied, curious at how he phrased it.

Flipping his hair Ghirahim answered ever-so-humbly, "Everything needs to eat to live. I'm merely like a snake and have large meals that fill me for long periods of time. The last thing I ate was a Moldarach five years ago."

I rolled my eyes slightly, "Whatever a Moldarach is, I still need food." Coming to a halt I looked around the forest to see if I could recognize anything edible. "What is exactly food here?"

Ghirahim shrugged, "Unfortunately I do not know what you humans eat." He pointed to a series of weeds in the ground, "You might as well try those."

I stared at the series of dark green roots a small distance from us and decided to investigate whether they would be edible. My feet carried me towards the plant when all of a sudden something sprung out of it and tried to eat me instead. I gasped and drew my blade, aiming for where its gaping jaws met. The blade passed clean through and the monster shriveled up faster than you could say "Loftwing."

Heart pounding, I ignored Ghirahim's laughter and looked closer at the dead plant. It looked like some sort of seed was falling out of it, perhaps I could eat those. Picking one up carefully, I smelled it and decided against eating the seed. With a sigh I dropped it, only to notice that my tunic was stained red.

"Great" I grumbled, looking at my blood that was slowly leaking out of my arm. "That's going to be a pain to wash." And rather than let it get stained more, I pulled off my outer tunic so that I wore my chain mail and undershirt.

Ghirahim's laughing immediately stopped and I felt his hands on my waist, "Now Fallon dear, why are you stripping?" His voice was light, but I knew he was thinking over something else.

Sighing I ignored his advances, showing him the stained tunic, "I'd rather not have a larger stain than there already is."

One of Ghirahim's hands left my waist to find the wound on my arm, lifting it for him to see, "That's just a scratch Fallon, and it would have closed up in five minutes or so." Then he did something that should have disgusted me but didn't. Pushing up the chain mail and shirt Ghirahim kissed the wound. I stood shocked that he would do that. I felt something wet touch the wound and shivered, astonished at the nerve Ghirahim had. Ghirahim was licking my wound, like some sorry puppy almost!

Blushing I yanked myself out of his hold. Ignoring him I ripped part of my undershirt up and wrapped the wound, using my teeth to tie it off.

Arms wrapped themselves around me again and Ghirahim whispered in my ear, "Your blood is delicious Fallon. I hope you'll let me taste more of you from now on." With that he nipped my ear and disengaged himself.

Shaking my head to get his whispers out of my ears I replied, "Must you always be like that?"

"Like what dear?" Ghirahim asked innocently, finger wrapping itself in my hair.

"Why must you act like a pervert all the time?" I rephrased the question

Ghirahim laughed, "It's one of my character flaws dear, just like how you and I get angry in a split second."

"It's not very attractive you know," I pointed out quickly, thinking about how Horwell was so sweet when courting me.

Shrugging Ghirahim replied, "I'm attractive enough as it is. Besides, I've seen some of those humans you call men. Most are not very attractive themselves so women have always flocked to me."

Anger mounted inside me and I spun to meet his face, "Do not make that assumption with me Ghirahim. And my ex-fiancé was very attractive, for your information. I'd prefer him over you any day."

Ghirahim stared me down, a grin spreading on his face, "Ex-fiancé? You still left him though."

I crossed my arms, "It just didn't feel right that's all. We were young when we made the decision. Who knows? When I return to Skyloft we might get back together."

Something like panic crossed in Ghirahim's brown eyes and he leaned down, "Won't you even let me at least try to persuade you?"

My eyes narrowed, "What is there to persuade? You'll never have me Ghirahim."

Chuckling Ghirahim wrapped one arm around my waist, bringing our hips together, "Never say never Fallon. It will only lead to trouble, and I can be ivery/i persuasive." His voice dropped low, causing a shiver to run down my body.

"Back away Ghirahim," I whispered, electricity running through my veins. My eyes seemed to always return to his lips even as I moved to look at a tree or something, anything other than the man holding me.

"I don't think I will. You see, I'm a Demon Lord, and I get what I want. I also don't really care what other people think. So no, I won't." Oh he was enjoying this, the little bastard.

My glare intensified as my will broke through the dizziness I was feeling, "I need to eat, Ghirahim."

He smiled at my glare, "You can wait a couple of minutes, I think."

"No, I can't. I was sick before I got here and haven't eaten anything since last night. If I do not eat soon you will have a very cranky woman on your hands."

Ghirahim sighed, "Why must you ruin the fun Fallon?" He began to remove his arm, "But one little kiss won't kill you."

All of a sudden I was pressed between a tree and Ghirahim's body. I groaned at the impact, making Ghirahim grin. Then he dove in, forcing our lips to meet. I immediately went stiff and unresponsive to his kiss, but his lips pleaded with mine. My body responded automatically, causing him to hum approvingly. His arms wrapped themselves around my body and pulled me closer. In response I tilted my head up to meet his lips better. As soon as I felt Ghirahim's tongue try to enter in my mouth however, I came to my senses.

Pulling away from him I brought my hand up to slap him. But then I thought better of it and just pushed him away. "Enough," I said breathlessly. "You had no right to do that; I should have slapped you for kissing me."

Ghirahim's face went from shocked to cocky and he leaned a hand against the tree behind me, "But you still kissed me back." He winked and licked his lips, "Told you I was a good kisser, though you aren't too bad yourself."

Disgusted with myself I pushed past him and back to the road, reminding myself that I needed food. From then on I ignored Ghirahim, punishing him for taking such liberties. I don't care who he is, no one kisses me without my permission! I was walking through some tall grass when I noticed a part of the grass… shivering?

Cautious after the event with the man-eating plant I advanced with my hand on the hilt of my sword. As I got closer I noticed that under the grass there was something else shivering. It was small a brown, looking soft to the touch. Deciding that whatever it was it wouldn't hurt me I knelt down and asked softly, "Hello?"

Little black and white eyes peeked out from underneath, causing a shrill "Kwee-koo!" to come from it.

Before it could scurry away I caught it and made it look at me, "Hey! I won't hurt you!"

The little creature calmed down, the grass on its back furling into a small ball, "O-Okay… I guess you aren't going to eat me?"

I shook my head, smiling gently. Whatever this creature was it was as adorable as a Remlit. "No, I'm not going to eat you. I'm Fallon, what's your name?"

"I'm Lopsa the Kikiwi!" It declared proudly

Ghirahim leaned over me, staring at Lopsa, "What exactly is a Kikiwi?"

"Why I'm a Kikiwi!" Lopsa replied confused, "What are you?"

Ghirahim smirked, "Demon Lord Ghirahim of course!"

Lopsa appeared confused, "Okay…"

"Lopsa, do you happen to know of any edible food nearby?" I smiled, "I haven't eaten in a while so I'm pretty hungry."

Worried for a second Lopsa replied, "There are some berries over that way!"

Placing down the Kikiwi I stood, "Could you maybe take me to them? I don't want to get lost."

Lopsa nodded, "Sure! Just follow me!" And off we went to find some berries for myself.