A/N: Hmm saying this before starting the chapter, updates may be kinda slow because college is literally killing me, sorry about that :x

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Quite a misfortune for the group, isn't it? Truthfully, the memory lose was not an expected side effect... ah well, not everything can be foreseen.

Ah, we should continue, shall we? What's next...

Think Things Through.

"There must be something I can do about that!" Zelda insisted.

Fi shook her head again. "Unfortunately, you can't. Unless you can recall the words or tune of the spell, every attempt will be futile."

"This is just perfect." Ghirahim huffed, glaring at nothing in particular. "If you can't remember what to do, we won't be able to act. And that song you just performed before the Sky Child interrupted didn't give a clue either."

Link raised his hand slowly, stuttering for a moment. "E-err... sorry? But I couldn't understand a word she said..."

The other four turned to look at him, three of them with surprised eyes before the robot spoke. "You didn't, Master Shortpants, vzzt?" The nickname extracted a loud snort from the Demon Lord and a choked giggle from the female blonde, as well as a slightly annoyed dead stare from Link.

"If I did I wouldn't have asked..."

Ghirahim recovered from his quiet chuckles, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Dear goddess, how stupid can you get, Sky Child? It wasn't that hard."

Link straightened his posture, insulted. "Hey! How was I supposed to understand if she was talking in another language or something like that?"

Zelda tilted her head, blinking curiously. "Another language? I heard it exactly like how we are talking right now..." Scrapper nodded in agreement before the blue sprite spoke.

"It would make sense for Madas not to understand, as there's a 98% possibility of the song being in an ancient dialect. This dialect is deeply engraved in the memory of those that used it in the past, for instance the four of us can speak or decipher for different reasons. Zelda has the goddess' memories, Ghirahim and I were forged long ago and it is possible Scrapper was built during the time that dialect was still used or was programmed to understand it; it would be understandable for us to be familiar with it, unlike you, who didn't awake or even had memories of any sort of past life."

Link rubbed his neck, sighing. "The way you put it does make it believable."

Fi nodded, replying calmly. "It would seem as the only viable option, too."

"So zzrt... Master Shortpants couldn't understand Mistress Fi because she was talking in another language, vzzzt?" Scrapper peeped in, blinking in disbelieve and soon falling to an unamused expression. "If I could register emotions the same way humans do, I would pity you, dzzzat." Suddenly, he started swirling cheerfully. "Mistress Fi's singing is gorgeous, ZRRPT-FOOOSH!"

A grin tugged at the corners of the Demon Lord's lips. "My, you seem to have a little fa-"

"No." The blue sprite cut his sentence, looking at him with what he could tell was a glare. That only made his grin widen more.

"Ah, why? Don't like t-"

"This is my last warning, Ghirahim. If you don't stop I won't be responsible for what could occur."

"Is that a threat, my little Miss Perfect?"

"No, it's a promise."

Zelda clasped her hands the moment the Sword Spirits finished their exchange, attracting the attention of the group; when she was sure everyone had turned to look at her, she gave a small sigh and smiled. "Alright then, maybe we should concentrate more on the problem at hand instead of bickering with each other." The others nodded or shrugged in agreement before she continued, turning toward Fi. "Since the song didn't give us a clue- at least what we heard- can't you think of anything or anyone that could help us?"

"The song itself is from a time gone by, it would be extremely hard to find someone that could know about it- aside from the fact it was meant to be as secretive as possible..." She stopped, considering something for a moment before speaking again. "However, perhaps the guardians of the song have information that could aid us, as they did during Madas' quest..." She wobbled on her feet for a moment, shaking her head slowly. "I apologize, that's all the information I'm able to offer at the present time..."

The green-clad blond sidestepped closer to the sprite, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to keep her steady. "You really should rest; you always push yourself too much."

"I wonder where she got that habit from." Ghirahim muttered quietly, rolling his eyes and earning a slight glare from the blond. "Oh please, just tell me if it's a lie."

Zelda waved her finger in the air, pointing at the duo. "No bickering. Remember we need to work together. So... guardians of the song?"

"Maybe she's referring to Levias and the dragons?" Link added.

"It's possible! Who should we visit first?"

"The closest one is-"

"The oh-so-fair-and-gentle Water Dragon, Faron!" Ghirahim exclaimed, opening his arms and flourishing theatrically as if presenting someone. He straightened and shook his head. "It's quite surprising you didn't figure that one out earlier, little goddess. The region is named after her after all; she would be closer than the others."

Zelda pouted, crossing her arms stubbornly. "Maybe there is an order for them you know? As in, Faron knows the second part of the song instead of the first."

"And you think you can't fix the order once you have all the pieces, much like a puzzle? It would be useful to start by getting the closest thing and- if there IS an order- then we will know about it instead of going at random. You aren't very resourceful, are you?"

"Ghirahim, last chance..."

"Please, you can barely keep upright by yourself!" Ghirahim snapped at the blue sprite, who returned his infuriated stare with a serious one of her own. "What could you do in that state?"

Fi huffed, irritation breaking through the emotionless mask, her tone low. "Want to find out?"

"Stop it, both of you!" Zelda exclaimed, immediately shushing both arguing sprites. A moment of tense silence fell on the group before the robot buzzed quietly.

"So, it's useless to stay here any longer, grrzt?" Scrapper bobbed in the air, looking at the blue sprite for confirmation. She simply nodded as an answer, causing him to hover closer to her. "We should go back to that Statue then, whizzt!"

"He's right, let's get going." Both Link and Scrapper were surprised as the Demon Lord strutted closer to them, effortlessly taking the blue sprite out of their reach and up in the air, earning an irritated glare from her. His smirk was infuriating. "Why the dagger eyes, my dear~?"

Her voice was slightly strained as she forced her tone to stay controlled. "You drain my patience at a dangerously high rate, let me down."

"Are you going to walk back by yourself?" His voice was both playful and taunting, delighted with the anger radiating from her.

Zelda cut their conversation again, sighing exasperatedly. "You too bicker like a pair of siblings or something- just for how long have you been interacting?"

Fi was the first one to reply, craning her neck to look at the blonde. "It's safe to assume a gargantuan time span has elapsed since Madas' battle in the past-" She flinched as Ghirahim drew her into a purposely painful hug, adding slight pressure to her diamond.

"Take some time off of that and that's about it, isn't it nice Miss Perfect?" He purred tauntingly, ignoring the loud, angry buzzing of the robot at his treatment of Fi. Finally, the sprite sighed in defeat and stopped struggling, huffing in the rib-breaking embrace.

"Quit it already..."

"How about no?"

Zelda rolled her eyes, a small smile grazing her lips. "Alright then, at least let her breath, Ghirahim." She turned toward the back entrance of the Temple, long blonde locks swirling around her in the air. "Let's go! It could take a while to get back on fo-"

"You do recall I can teleport, humm~?"

"Would you agree to assist us some more, Scrapper?"

"Sure would, Mistress Fi, vzzt. For you, anything, bzzat!"

"Could you take Zelda back to the Statue?"

Whirring in affirmation, the robot hovered closer to the blonde, easily lifting her off the ground and into the air. "I'll meet you back there, vzzzzt-CLANG!" Scrapper ignored the surprised squeak coming from Zelda as he lifted toward the sky, disappearing behind the hulking structure.

"Ready to go, Miss Perfect?" The Demon Lord asked quietly, already readying a hand to snap away.

Fi had to stop herself from whining. "Quit calling me that... are you coming, Madas?" Link blinked at the Spirits, confusion evident in his electric blue eyes.

"Fi, why do you keep calling me 'Madas'?" The blue sprite tilted her head slightly, surprised.

"If memory serves right, I've used your name correctly. 'Madas' is the translation of your name in the ancient dialect, the usage of it would be in vain during this era."

Ghirahim quirked a brow in disbelieve. "Just how much of your memory is sealed that you're unable to pronounce the Sky Child's name right?" Fi lowered her head, deep in thought.

"Link."

Both Sword Spirits looked back at the blonde, who smiled slightly before nodding. "It's 'Link', alright?"

"Understood, Link..." Fi said, speaking slowly as if to test how to mimic the pronunciation.

"Well, that's enough re-introductions! Time to go." Before either of the other two could say anything, the Demon snapped his fingers, disappearing in a cloud of diamonds along with the smaller sprite, leaving the blond in the spring.

He stood still for a second before sighing loudly, hunching. He should have seen that coming. Knowing it was the best- and only- course to follow, Link made his way toward the Temple once more, starting the way back to the Statue of the Goddess.

"Why would you leave him behind? It would be more efficient to have him come with us." Fi asked the moment they reappeared in front of the Sealed Temple.

Ghirahim let her down on her feet, flicking his hair out of the way and crossing his arms, a wide grin taking over his features. "The Sky Child doesn't know I can teleport more than one with me, should be fun to see his reaction when he finds out that I'm able to do so. Watching him struggle is quite the entertainment!"

"I should be surprised but there was a 99% probability you would do that. According to my analysis and observation, you enjoy putting challenges in his path with great frequency and to the point of obsession."

"According to my finding, you enjoy numbers and calculation too much. What I do isn't good for his health, but what you do isn't good for your own so you can't argue with me on this." He ignored the smaller sprite's glare, gesturing toward her with an elegant motion, his voice turning serious. "Now Fi, I need to have a talk with you. A very important one."

"So vzzt, your name is Zelda, right, whizzt?" The blonde hesitantly opened one eye to look up at the robot, avoiding peeking at the far off ground under them as she wasn't used to being at such an altitude without someone larger than her, or at least someone she was familiar with. Though she could tell he was more than capable of holding her safely.

"I am... and you are Scrapper, if I remember correctly?" She continued the conversation to distract herself.

"Correct, zrrrbt. I required confirmation of that data, the only meeting we had before the present time didn't allow us much time to interact, not that I wished to do so. Mistress Fi said you were a very important person and you do have a strangely familiar aura; you don't look that impressive though, whizzt." Zelda didn't know if Scrapper was being rude on purpose or was simply being blunt, and in order to avoid any arguments from breaking between them she decided to switch the topic slightly.

"Looks can be deceiving; you're stronger than you seem to be." She paused for a moment, biting her lip. "I think I heard something about you... maybe Gondo and Link mentioned you when we were up in Skyloft some time ago."

"Master Gondo and Master Shortpants, dzzat?"

She had to swallow a giggle at the nickname. "Not sure why they said something about you, I think Link asked about how you were doing but I wasn't paying much attention really. Just curious, why do you keep calling Link 'Master Shortpants'?"

They started descending slowly as they neared the woods' edge and the location of the Statue. "Master Shortpants doesn't looks like a very impressive human, barely a child, dzzt! I was going to refuse assisting him as helping children isn't my priority, however Mistress Fi convinced me to aid him, whizzt. The nickname stuck though."

"You know, Link isn't really that young, but he's a little short compared with others so..."

"He's also reckless about what he does in order to 'help' others, dzzz." He lowered her to the ground gently, their location some distance to the right from the entrances of both the Temple and Statue. "Here we are, vrrt!"

Zelda stretched her numbing limbs, looking back at the small robot with a wide smile. "Thank you, Scrapper! Ah... Link puts himself in danger since he's dead set on finishing things, and they're usually get risky; he needs to work a bit on that but his intentions are noble on the very least." Shaking her head, she started toward the stone structures, looking over her shoulder at Scrapper. "Well then, let's go. Ghirahim's teleportation is a pretty fast transportation method!"

Hovering behind her, Scrapper buzzed, irritated. "I dislike that pompous creature, vzzzzat..."

Zelda smiled. "He's a bit of a handful." As they neared the front of the Temple, the silhouettes of the Sword Spirits caught their attention, half-hidden behind one of the tall stone pillars holding up the structure's entrance. From the distance she could tell they were talking about something serious, if Ghirahim's expression was anything to go by, though he grew quiet as the blue sprite replied something, subtly gesturing toward the duo closing in.

"Greetings again, Zelda, Scrapper." Fi said calmly when they were close enough, ignoring Ghirahim as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

The small robot zipped closer to the Spirit, hovering and twirling happily. "Mistress Fi! I hope I was of assistance, vrrrzzt! Can I do anything else for you, dzzzat?"

The blue sprite shook her head in negative, stopping for a moment to bow her head slightly in gratitude. "Not at the moment. I greatly appreciate your help, Scrapper."

Scrapper nodded in understanding, bobbing in the air with the gleeful air around him. "It was no problem, vrrrm! If you require me, don't hesitate to call, dzzzt!" He was about to turn toward the sky when he emitted a low buzz, twirling to look at the blue sprite. "Are you alright, Mistress Fi, vzzzt?"

Fi returned the stare with a slight confusion passing through her mask. "I can confirm an average- if a bit low- level in my energy and no injuries, in conclusion, I'm fine. Why would you ask?"

"Your mental waves feel erratic, vzzrrrt..." The worried look in the robot's features was quick to change to mistrust and anger as he swirled to face Ghirahim, whirring loudly. "What did you do to Mistress Fi, vzzzz-CHONK? !"

The Demon Lord rolled his eyes, raising a hand to his forehead and sighing melodramatically, though the irritation was very real. "Why is everyone trying to blame me for her state? I'm sick of repeating myself: I didn't do anything."

"Her state wasn't as fuzzy as it is now, you must have done something, dzzzzat!"

"I assure you Scrapper, Ghirahim isn't the source of any imperfections in my state, at the moment at least." Fi cut through their conversation, sensing Ghirahim's thinning patience. She continued with a calm tone. "You don't have to dwell too much into this, there's a 75% probability they're caused by the recent events involving Dark Magic." This seemed to pacify the robot and he backed down, quieting. "I appreciate your concern but it's not something needed at the moment, will I be able to count on you in the future?"

Scrapper seemed slightly disappointed as he looked back at Fi but nodded nonetheless, getting his cheerful air back. "Always will, dzzzrrt! Till next time, Mistress Fi, Miss Zelda, Annoying Pompous Creature, vrrr-CLANG!" Without another word, and leaving no time for the nickname to sink in, the robot took to the sky, quickly vanishing from sight as Fi forced Ghirahim's hand- wielding a dark dagger- down, keeping him from shooting it.

"That little fan of yours needs to learn to shut up before I scatter his circuits all over the surface and throw his empty carcass to the volcano." The Demon Lord hissed through clenched teeth, narrowing his eyes at the sky and making the knife disappear in a small puff of red diamonds.

"It's not in the Ancient Robot's programming to be either subtle or extremely polite." Fi explained slowly, drawing her cloak from Ghirahim's arm. "They're meant to be workers and will show respect to those of higher authority or those they deem as respect-worthy. Scrapper seems to have a preference for females and so shows more respect for them, as well as for older males that don't 'get in his way' or affect him or those he respects negatively."

With still narrowed eyes, he looked down at her, a shadow of barely held anger darkening his expression. "I hope you aren't naïve enough to not be able to see he fancies you, Miss Perfect."

"..."

Zelda chewed her lip, looking back and forth between the silent Sword Spirits. "Umm... excuse me?"

"What do you want?" Ghirahim snapped at her, patience almost nonexistent at the moment. Though he did take pleasure in the glare Fi sent his way.

Not taken aback by the harsh reply, the blonde continued. "You were talking about something before Scrapper and I came here..." This time, the blue sprite was the one to interrupt her.

"I apologize if my tone is disrespectful but the topic of our conversation is not something you need to know about."

Though surprised by the answer, Zelda nodded quickly and grew quiet for a moment. "Then... maybe you could tell me more about what happened while you were inside the blade? I'm really curious, you two grew pretty comfortable around each other it seems." True, she was trying to change the topic in order to avoid uncomfortable silence but she couldn't deny the question had been nagging at her all day.

Zelda had to bite back a smile as Ghirahim dropped his arm on the smaller Spirit's shoulders, smirking at her. "Now that's a subject we can babble on for long, isn't it?"

"I beg to differ; it was mostly me keeping you from wrecking havoc in the Realm and you being a nettlesome pest." She muttered back, almost able to sense his theatrical reaction before it happened.

Giving a fake gasp, the Demon Lord drew a hand to his chest, mocked-surprise and hurt bright in his dark brown eyes. "How can you say such a thing? After all we've been through..." After a few second of dramatic mourning, he raised his head again, smirking. "Oh you've become a liar, haven't you? You can't deny you enjoyed my company; after all, who wouldn't?"

Slapping at his upper arm, Fi sighed. "You are a bad influence and a narcissistic being."

"And you a robotic perfectionist, we needed to change that."

"I wasn't the only one affected though."

"But the one with the biggest changes is you, Miss Perfect~"

"..."

They both turned to look at Zelda as she released a choked laugh behind her hand, eyes shinning happily as she fought to stay quiet. "Sorry, it's just fun to see you arguing."

"It is, mostly because I keep beating her counters." Ghirahim chuckled at Fi's silence, both of them knowing he was right about that. This didn't keep her from sending a dark glare his way before turning her head away. The other two laughed at her reaction and she hummed lowly before turning toward the Temple's entrance, ready to pass through the still half-open doors. "Now, where are you going?" She heard the Demon Lord call, curiosity evident in his tone.

Without turning to look back at the duo, the sprite replied. "I need to make sure of an important matter. Please refrain from entering the Temple." Fi passed through the gate, closing the door behind her.

"What's she going to do?" Zelda asked, looking up at the white-clad male whose cape fluttered around him with the breeze.

Ghirahim tilted his head back slightly, narrowing his eyes with wonder. "I can't be quite sure about her intentions; however she wouldn't do anything without a reason. Only time will tell." He spun on his heels, facing her and smirking, allowing one hand fall on his hip. "I know you have more question- they're almost radiating from you. Perhaps we can entertain each other while we wait for our companions? It's not like we have much else to do at the moment."

"Is that so?" Zelda mumbled quietly, frowning in worry. "Didn't you have something important to do...?"

"Only time will tell." He repeated, raising his arms to rearrange his gloves. "And here I'll set limits. You can ask anything but I'll only answer what I feel like answering, and whenever I'm being sarcastic or lying is up to your ability to perceive it. Deal?"

"Seems like you enjoy making deals with me- but alright. Are you in our side or against us?"

Ghirahim chuckled under his breath. "As long as my goal is the same or close to yours I can confirm we are in 'the same team'."

"What's your goal?"

"That's something I'll keep for myself. You're quick to go to the point, aren't you?"

"Alright then... are Sword Spirit made of metal?"

Quirking a brow, the Demon Lord crossed his arms. "That's a pretty random question but yes."

Tilting her head to the side and entwining his hands behind her back, Zelda smiled at him, eyes bright with curiosity. "Is the metal light enough to let you float in water or do you sink?"

"...now you are just going to a strange tangent. My metal was made to be sturdy yet flexible; I admit it's heavy so I could assume it would be hard to stay afloat. However I haven't tested that theory as I haven't had a reason to. Why suddenly fascinated with that form, I know I'm captivating and intriguing but it seems slightly out of the blue, not that I complain."

"Just wondering, really. How did you get to Faron the first time and how are we going to get there now?"

"Curiosity can be dangerous, little goddess. How I got there the first time is not something you need to know, however it'd be possible to get inside her hall with magic... or the slower route: the back entrance."

Alright Review and Shout-out time!

Many thanks to Argen-Lobo-Ridder (I think I already replied to your questions? If not please remind me!), Laureen Lycan (Thanks a lot! Really glad to hear I'm making a good work with the characters; it's really fun to write Link, he's kinda easy for me! c: Also thanks for the advice, I'll fix the description), and Mindless Plague (asdjkhasd ohgod you flatter me so much ;A; Thank youuuu! Also interesting thing: I try to avoid having specific pairing in this story because I do like many of them (there may be later on BUT) and my danna (and beta-reader) described this as a morally correct/acceptable (can't remember that exact word) orgy, I almost choked. But really, I'm a multi-shipper so little hints everywhere are a must :3c)

Hope you liked it, reviews and critics are always welcome!