There was a brief moment of confusion when I found myself in a room built of solid stone. Did Ghirahim not teleport out of the Skyview Temple? It wasn't until my eyes fell upon the deep red bed that it clicked.

"Welcome to my abode, my dear." Ghirahim's voice was strained, the endearment a little too sweet in my ears as he stepped away. Blood seemed to dot his pale frame as he glowered slightly at me. "You know… it never has hit me until now that you must have been the one to teach the brat to fight."

My mouth turned to sandpaper for a moment and I turned around, looking to the small baubles on a dresser, "I was just one of Link's teachers. But yes, I was the one who taught the Hero how to hold his own in a fight." Images of a dungeon suddenly passed through my mind, part of me expecting some sort of pain.

The air around me grew several degrees warmer as Ghirahim pressed into my back, cornering me by the dresser. I could feel his nose brush the curve of my shoulder and I shuddered involuntarily. "Then you should feel responsible for the pain I was just dealt, do you think so my dear?" The demon's voice was low with a mix of anger and desire, the hairs on the back of my arms and neck rising in warning. "I think… I deserve some attention."

"You can use your magic for that, Ghirahim." There was no reason to appear panicked. Never mind the fact that I was worried my clothes would just disappear and I would be thrown onto the plush bed for the next couple of hours. "If you have time to be playing doctor, then you have time to show me where I could take a bath." I mustered up a bit of courage, turning to look at him with a coy eye, "I doubt you'd like me being near you, smelling the way I do."

One of his large brown eyes stared back at me, "I suppose… but then you will have to go along with whatever I feel like." His fingers danced up my arm as Ghirahim pulled me from the dresser and across the room.

That sent a splash of cold water over my senses, and I just looked at him. "Of course, because that's totally what a lover would do. Sounds more like a slave, Ghirahim, and you know I refuse to be a slave to any."

The muscles in Ghirahim's shoulders tensed for a moment, before uncoiling as he laughed, "You're simply too stubborn. Fine, I'll just have to seduce you properly." His nose wrinkled as he smelled the air, "And for the love of all that is evil, you really do need to bathe."

I felt all the uneasiness from before drip away from the scene, and I punched his arm lightly, "Whose fault is that? If I wasn't worried about you jumping my bones, I would've bathed in the river or lake."

"That is a very good reason," Ghirahim's hand made itself known on my hip. "It would be so much easier then, too. Why didn't I think of that?" We were out the door and down the hall, through another door and into a room with an unnecessarily large tub.

"I hope you know that patience tends to make things like sex just that much better," I had to point out.

"If you're worried about quality over quantity, don't worry. I have enough of that for the both of us," Ghirahim winked, hand once again ghosting over places it shouldn't. He moved away then, and stood expectantly with a look on his face.

I scoffed, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, "I'm sure you do. But just what if, I was the one with the quality?" Smiling at the look on his face, I turned to the tub and began to unbuckle my belt. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to take a bath."

"Oh, I don't mind at all. I need a bath as well, actually." Ghirahim walked up, breathing down my neck as I pulled off my blue tunic.

Sighing, I let the demon pull off my chain mail, so that I stood in my black undershirt, pants, and boots. I turned to face him with a straight mouth and eyebrows, "Ghirahim, why don't you find me something to change into? I'm going to take a bath first, okay? A girl needs a little time to herself."

Ghirahim paused, looking at me strangely, "That was uncommonly political of you, Fallon. Of course, whatever outfit I bring you, you'll have to wear."

Scowling as images of leather bikinis and thongs appeared in my mind, I hoped that I was not about to make a huge mistake, "Fine. But as long as it fits in the right places and nothing… well, overflows, I'll trust you." I turned to the bath, beginning to twist the ornate crystal knobs so that warm water streamed out of the faucet.

"Then I hope you don't mind if I take some… measurements." Ghirahim's smirk was practically audible as he leaned onto my own doubled over form. Of course, my mind went blank when I felt the hands touching my chest. And by blank, I literally stopped all forms of movement or coherent thoughts.

Sounds spilled from my mouth, each one slowing forming angry syllables that wanted to be sown together but my lips seemed to have lost the ability to. My hands found the rim of the bathtub and I gripped it hard, my face down so that I could see the white-gloved fingers playfully squeeze.

That was it.

"Ghirahim." The fingers paused, as did the low chuckling. "Why are your hands on my breasts? You better have a damn good reason."

"In place of some measuring rope, of course," His voice was smooth, just above a whisper as the demon nipped at the corner of my ear. "So that nothing… overflows, you see."

Letting out a breath I had been holding, I tried to make my voice as light as possible, "Oh, is that right? Then could you kindly remove your hands, before I snap your fingers off? Or were you hoping I'd melt in your arms at your touch?"

Ghirahim's hands moved, but not much father from where they were, "Come on, Fallon. You're not even a little bit… interested? Don't you want to know how good it feels?" He pulled me against his frame, turning my face to meet his. "You can't honestly say you don't want this."

Memories from my time as Kallen floated through my mind. Oh, I knew how good he was all right. I did want it, but not now. It would feel wrong. I felt like I was betraying myself, Ghirahim was supposed to love Kallen, not Fallon. Granted, we were the same person, but he didn't know that. How many others has he been with since then? How could I tell him that, though? I can't tell him, not yet.

"You know Ghirahim, I had heard about you long before I knew just who you were." It was a partial lie, Kallen knew before I met him. "Apparently, you had met my ancestress long ago. It was a story passed down my family, about how she was your lover." His arms tensed around me, becoming steel cages. Ghirahim's dark brown eyes bore into me, questions floating on his face. "Do you want me, just because I'm related to her?"

A small smile appeared on Ghirahim's lips, "If you think that has anything to do with it, you're quite wrong. It is a little… odd to the say the least, that I would take two lovers from the same family. Maybe the genes of your family are just that beautiful. However," Ghirahim's arms tightened, squishing me to his frame, "You are not a replacement for that woman. No one can replace her. And if you think for a moment that you are better than her, you are sorely wrong." He pushed me away, my thighs meeting the bathtub and I gripped onto the rim to keep from falling. Ghirahim pushed me farther into the wall, causing me to bend backwards in hopes to escape. He followed me though, trapping my head with a hand as his thighs pressed against mine own. Roughly, his lips fell on mine as he passed his anger on through the kiss. It was messy, and quite frankly one of the worst kisses of my life as I tried to gasp for air. Before I knew what was happening, Ghirahim was out the door, "Bathe, and be ready for tonight. It's about time you find out what it means to be my lover." The door banged shut, my muscles flinching.

My knees gave way under me and I sat on the rim, hands shaking. How was I supposed to know it was a touchy subject for him? Once again, I was happy that he thought I was irreplaceable, but at the same time hurt because I couldn't replace myself! Goddess, was it annoying to reincarnate! I wanted to tell Ghirahim that I was his Kallen, but I shouldn't.

Why shouldn't I though? What was keeping me from telling him? Was it the uncorrupted Fallon, not wanting to drown? Trying to keep my identity? But I was both Fallon and Kallen, so which should be dominant? I feel like they're practically two separate beings, Kallen trying to take over the body of Fallon. Maybe I wanted him to love me for who I was now, and not the past? Whatever the reason, it left an ache in my head.

Pulling off the rest of my clothing I slipped into the water, all the sores and tired muscles relaxing. Why couldn't the rest of me relax though? My mind replayed his words over and over again. I honestly was not sure what to think. Once again, Kallen saw no problem with it, knowing how many times I had slept with Ghirahim in the past and knowing practically everything about him. But then there was Fallon, who barely met him but a couple of days ago and was still a virgin. I winced, remembering the feeling as Kallen of losing one's virginity. It certainly was not pleasurable at first. Did I really want to give him pleasure? I would feel dirty, hardly knowing him in this form and already having sex with him? Having been engaged to Horwell, we never did anything more than hold hands or give each other light kisses. Was this body able to handle such a thing?

Well, there was a simple answer. Don't let him. Give Ghirahim something else to do, or convince him to just go to sleep or even just kissing. He had been so upset though… But wait, why was I worrying about the demon?

Good Goddess, Link was still out there looking for Zelda while I sat here in a luxurious bath! Did he have enough food? Enough health potions? Enough money? Was his sword sharp enough? Could he find a safe place to sleep for the night? I bit my lip, feeling worry course through my body as I slipped into the water so that only my nose and up were above the water. I was such a horrible mentor, how could Link stand me?

Then there were those girls, Kaxlin and Leslie. What were they doing right now? Were they alright? Were they safe from the patrols of bokoblins I had occasionally seen? Was there enough… whatever they needed?

I groaned, submerging myself completely and reaching for a bottle of what I hoped to be hair wash. That was my problem, I cared too much. Sometimes I wished I was a giant shield so that I should protect everyone that I wanted to, lock them inside a room so that they couldn't get in trouble or ever need anything ever again. But that wasn't happening anytime soon, unless by some miracle I was given the power to do so. Needless to say, it was impossible.

But, it was nice to actually be able to think. All I've been doing since I flew into that tornado was run around. Wait, all I have been doing is protecting everyone! My head made a dull thunk against the marble of the tub as I sprawled out, hair and every other part of my body clean. I kept Ghirahim from going right away to the Skyview Temple, I kept him from attacking Kaxlin on sight as well as Leslie, and I even warned Link a couple of times. Why couldn't I enjoy myself for one night without worrying about them?

Cause it's not in my nature, my conscience, taking the form of Kallen called out. If you didn't care, who would?

I sighed, nodding briefly. Yes, that was the whole dilemma. But, why not for one night? Why not throw the rules out of the window and have some fun? Pulling myself out of the tub, I wrung my hair as dry as I could and towel dried the rest of me. I had no idea how long I had been in the bath, but I sure hoped Ghirahim had brought me those change of clothes, seeing as he grabbed my old ones.

Slowly opening the door, my eyes latched onto a pile of clothes on the floor before the door. Thank the Three Goddesses that it wasn't leather. I pulled the pile into the room, closing the door again and began to lay it out. Thankfully, it was more cloth than I expected. Smoothing out the golden fabric, my stomach dropped, knees hitting the floor.

Hands dropping to the garment, I stared at the familiar dress. How long ago was it that I wore this dress? It was my favorite dress when I was Kallen, with a white dress and golden kirtle. Small embroideries on the hemlines were the only acknowledgement that I had been a priestess of Hylia, the crest dotting along the bottom of the skirt and sleeves.

Why the hell would Ghirahim have this? I'm sure that I never so much as stepped inside his castle with this on. So where would he even get this? Did he go into my house, through my old things? How many of my old clothes and things does he have? What did this even mean?

A whole Loftwing full of emotions hit me then, and I bit my lip to hold in the pain gathering in my eyes. Now that I was actually able to think, to remember, I realized just what it meant to be reborn. Everything- everyone- I had known in that lifetime was gone. My children, my house, my neighbors, the temple, the smith, my horse. Everything. I was the worst, leaving behind my children like that. I should have fought harder, so that I could have seen them grow up. How hard was it for them, to be without either of their parents? And Aden, oh, he had been waiting for me on the other side! Had I even seen him? I couldn't remember!

My chin quivered and a low gasp escaped from between my teeth. I felt the hot water glide down my cheeks, and a hurriedly pulled my knees up to hide my face. Goddess, why did I have to remember? It would have been so much easier if I hadn't. I could have ignored Ghirahim, take him out at any time. But no, these damn memories will always get in my way. What if he came in right now, what would he say? How could I respond without seeming weak, or giving away who I really was?

Horror struck my core when I heard a knock on the door and a gravelly voice call out, "Lord Ghirahim is waiting for his Mistress." Thankfully, it was a servant, but my voice just wasn't able to carry without the blubbering that came with the tears flowing. "Mistress?"

When I continued to not respond, I heard footsteps leading away. I breathed out, trying to compose myself. What sort of an adult was I if I couldn't stop crying? Slowly the tears stopped and I rubbed at my eyes, hoping that they weren't swollen and red. It was obvious that the servant had gone to Ghirahim, so I should expect him kicking down the door at any moment. Weakly I stood, looking at the mottle of bruises on my body. I couldn't bring myself to put on the dress, not now. Reaching for a robe laying innocently across a nearby table, I pulled it on and tied it around my waist. I didn't want to be stark naked when he came in.

Sure enough, the door was banged open and Ghirahim strode in, shouting, "Why are you not dressed yet?" He sounded annoyed, words practically biting. I wouldn't blame him though, not after the day he's had.

My face was turned away from him, so he couldn't see my eyes. "Can I please have a different dress?"

I heard him scoff, "What's wrong with the one right there?" He moved closer, and I simply walked away.

"I don't like it."

Ghirahim stopped, "That's hardly a reason. If you're not going to give me a good reason, then you might as well walk around in that robe!"

"Anything is better than that dress!" It escaped me before I could stop it, my shoulders tensing as I gripped my arms. "I just can't Ghirahim."

The room grew quiet, and Ghirahim touched my shoulder. I flinched, moving my shoulder out of his palm but he just gripped harder. "What is wrong with you, woman?" His voice was rough, but there was a note of care in it. The demon turned me around harshly, and my face was pushed up so that my eyes met his. "Your eyes are red. Do you really hate that dress so much?" His brow was wrinkled in confusion, his mouth perplexed into a straight line.

"Yes." I cast my eyes down. It was humiliating to see him like this, and I was starting to struggle with the tears again. "It's too cruel."

"What's cruel? I may be a demon, but making you wear dress is certainly below my standards of cruel." Ghirahim sounded between a mix of annoyance and worry. "So what is wrong?" His hands were tight on my shoulders, keeping me from moving away.

Now that I was able to look away from him I did, "Please don't ask." How was he going to react if I told him the truth? I could never tell how he would treat things, even thousands of years ago.

"If you say something like that, I'm just going to push you more, Fallon." Ghirahim's eyes practically drilled into me, "What is wrong with the dress?"

I was silent for a moment longer, mulling it over. What really was the point in lying? "Memories. It brings back too many memories."

My voice was barely above a whisper, and so Ghirahim leaned in close, "Why would you have memories about this dress? Some childhood trauma?" His voice was penetrating, demanding me to explain.

"No, no childhood trauma. Memories from… when I last wore that dress." My eyes flickered to the pile of cloth, too afraid to look at his face.

If it had been quiet before, it was silent now. Ghirahim's facial features stayed flat, and in a tight voice he asked, "Are you joking? Cause if you are, I'm going to snap your neck."

"Why would I joke about something like this?" My voice snapped, eyes finally meeting his. "How could I make up memories as well, if they weren't my own? The last time I wore that dress, my children were still alive, as was my husband."

My back was pushed against the wall, hand closing around my throat tightly as Ghirahim growled out, "There is no way. It's one thing to be jealous of an ancestor, but to go so far as to try and impersonate her?! She died by my own hand, there is no way she could be alive after my own blade pierced her chest. I thought you were better than that!"

Mouthing gulping for air, I tried desperately to claw his hand off. Now I understood why I didn't want to tell him. "I know!" My voice was barely audible, "I did die! But now I'm back! Please, Ghirahim!"

"No! I am going to kill you, just for trying to taint her image with your own!" Ghirahim's hand tightened, my windpipe starting to give under the pressure.

My mind began to spaz out, arms flailing against him as I opened my mouth to scream. Why? Why wouldn't he believe me? "Please! Give me a chance!"

"Why should I?" Ghirahim's eyes narrowed, piercing me right through the heart. His hand did loosen slightly though, and I gasped for more air.

Seeing dots dance across my vision, I reached for his other hand. I brought it to my body, placing his palm just under the curves of my breasts, "This is where Demise pierced me with you. Every time we would sleep together, I would always pray afterwards to Hylia to beg forgiveness. My children, Harn and Ullia, they loved to play with your cloak. The first time I met you, my husband had just been killed and you saved me from being raped by demons. Every night when we laid in bed together, you would always want me to take the lead at some point in time. You made me do such humiliating, dirty things. You hurt me. But, you also took care of me." I was gasping at the end of my speech, rambling off small things that I could barely remember. "You loved my baked toados. You would talk nonstop about how you and Demise would take over, and that I would always be by your side. You promised to keep my children safe, to forbid any demons or monsters from ever stepping near the house. And there was one time, when we were out walking in the forest and you-"

I was cut off by Ghirahim's hand laying itself across my mouth. His eyes were wide and shocked as he stared at me, "There is no way you could know those things. But I refuse to believe that you really are Kallen. But… if, in theory, you are… why did you lie to me?"

"Put yourself in my shoes, Ghirahim. How would you feel if you woke up, on the ground, realizing that the demon you had just met the other day was your lover in a past life?" With his hand gone from my neck, I was finally able to calm a little, the panic receding to the back of my mind. "If I had told you then, you would have thought I was crazy and killed me right then and there. I wasn't going to tell you either, but then the dress…" My eyelashes lowered as I looked at his collarbone, exposed now that he wasn't wearing his mantle. Could he really accept that I was Kallen? One would think that he would be happy to see me. But what if he had come to hate me?

That thought was banished as I felt fabric slide over my lower lip. My eyes rose to meet Ghirahim's, as he looked at me through pained eyes. No, he didn't hate Kallen-me. "I would have killed you. I wanted to half a minute ago. How can I be sure it really is you, though? A spell could have replicated the memories for all I know. It wouldn't be the first time."

I stared at him blankly for a moment, my mind returning to me as the lovesick girl retreated, "You have to be kidding me, Ghirahim. You saw how shaken up I was by the dress! What more do you need? A blood sample? A trip inside my mind? If you're not going to believe me after all the evidence I've given you, you never will." My hands found his chest, pushing him far enough away that I could escape his arms. "And then you might as well give me my uniform back, because I'm leaving."

"Now wait a moment, Kal- Fallon." Ghirahim returned to my side, hands grabbing at me, "I have to be careful, otherwise others who have impersonated you- Kallen will get the upper hand. Old habits die hard. You were dead for several hundred years, and most humans never remember their previous lives."

"Hm," my lips pursed, thinking it over. A part of me felt both disturbed and pleasantly happy that others had gone to such lengths to get to Ghirahim. "Well, I'm not an impersonator."

"I think I'm starting to get that," Ghirahim sighed, shaking his head. "Then, forgive me for not wanting to get my hopes up. It's just been so long."

I turned slowly, hands reaching up. Maybe our getting together was inevitable, so why was I opposing it now? Should I even bother? It was going to happen anyways. My fingers glided through his hair, pulling him down to me. "I forgive you." Unconsciously, I smiled. "But… I think we both need a little room right now."

Ghirahim's hand glided up, pulling the palm of my hand to his lips, looking at me thoughtfully. "What do you want me to call you? Kallen? Fallon? Oh my, they are awfully similar. How haven't I seen this before?" I felt him smile against the skin of my palm, setting it on fire.

"Ghirahim…" I made an exasperate sound. He still wanted it, even though he was just threatening to kill me a moment ago? "Please, continue to call me Fallon."

"Alright then, Fallon." With his confusion gone, there was a distinct gleam in his eye as he looked me over. "Shall we find you something else to wear, then?" Ghirahim's lips glided down to my inner elbow, teasing the skin there. "Or just take off that robe?"

My eyes knit together sternly, "Just because we had sex in my previous life, don't think I'm going to be so easily seduced." Of course, that tickling thing he was doing with my elbow wasn't helping. "I'm starving Ghirahim. Any second now, my stomach will start grumbling. I don't imagine you like that sort of sound during canoodling."

Ghirahim smirked, looking at me from the corner of his eyes, "My, you really are Kallen. I don't mind, not at all. And we'd have to wait after you ate, wouldn't we? I'd much rather go now, than later." He left my elbow alone, dragging me by the belt of the robe to him.

"Well, you might, but I would much rather wait." I smacked his hands away from the front of the robe. "When it gets dark out, though…" My eyebrow rose, "Then you can try seducing me again."

A feral grin replaced the smirk on his face as Ghirahim replied, "Oh, you can bet on it."

Hey there you guys! I haven't really talked much lately, but I just wanted to mention that I'm so thankful for each and every review I receive. I really appreciate them! :) Also, on a side note, this version of the story will have lemons if enough people are interested. So just let me know what sort of stuff you might like to see with the story or how I can improve whatever I'm doing~ There's also a tiny bit of corresponding art for the book on my deviantART account, like a picture of Kallen and some of Fallon if you're interested *promoting over*

Also, I'm really sorry about that period of time where I just sort of disappeared out of nowhere. Had a lot going on with school, but now I'm back and writing!

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