"Link," Gaepora said, trying to hold him down in the bed, "what does that say on your chest? Does it say Fi?" At this name Link bursted into further hysterics and struggled against the strong man. "I'll take that as a yes..." Gaepora grumbled. He released Link and thought for a moment. "Fi... Fi?" he mumbled to himself. He remembered the spirit in the sword that night calling itself Fi.

That was Link's sword!

Gaepora figured that Link must have been upset he had to give the sword up- the spirit inside it was undoubtedly beautiful- and that that was all. He didn't understand, however, how much Link was really attached to the blue woman named Fi.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

"Curse you, Hylia!" Ghirahim shouted, pushing his way through the woods. He'd already been whacked in the face twice with a branch, and tripped over roots plenty of times. Woods were not his thing.

He pushed his way through the foliage to the Sealed Grounds and shivered at the memories of being shoved off the golden platforms by that boy he loved so much. He tried not to think about never seeing the boy again and pushed open the front doors of the temple. The old woman and the boy with the hideous hair were squatting at the front of the temple. Groose jumped up and pointed a finger at Ghirahim and yelled, "What are YOU doing here? You almost killed my friend, and now, after all he's been through with Fi, you're back? How are you alive?"

Ghirahim ignored his outburst and searched around for Zelda. He knew she'd be here- it's where the sword was kept that he would be locked in forever... away from the boy. He shook his head- thinking about that now would only weaken him.

"Hylia!" Ghirahim yelled, flipping his hair and cape, "Hurry up! I want to get this over with." Ghirahim trained his eye on Groose, who was angrily combing the... rat on his head. "Where's the boy?" Ghirahim quietly asked Groose. His heart flutered when Groose pointed up to the sky. Then he smirked. "You have no way of getting up there, either, so leave Link alone!" Ghirahim quickly walked up the steps and leaned in Groose's face.

"I can get up there whenever I want to," Ghirahim snarled, holding his middle finger and thumb together in a snapping position. Groose's eyes widened, but he never stepped back. Ghirahim glared at him for a moment longer. then with a swish of his crimson cape he turned to find Zelda standing there, glowing in a white dress.

"Hylia," Ghirahim said. They both stared at each other for a moment, then Zelda walked to the side room where the tree was growing. Zelda gestured to a stool near the wall and then stood, leaning on the tree.

"When trees grow, they have to rely solely on something else, or they die. The soil, the sun, water, whatever. But once the tree learns to just grow in what it's got, it can grow on its own. You're like a tree, Ghirahim. Now that Demise is gone, you can grow on your own. I'm not going to seal you away with Demise- that's the last thing you need. And I can't bring Fi out, either," she said, slowly walked toward Ghirahim, "but I can arrange for Link and Fi to meet once every, oh, month? I will guard Demise for the day until it is time for Fi to return to the blade. My powers can bring her from her sleep only that often, however, so she will be relatively weak. Someone needs to guard her. I'm trusting you to see to it that Fi is kept safe- I need my guardian." Zelda smiled and waited for Ghirahim to respond.

He had crossed his right leg over the left, and rested his chin on his knuckles while his elbow rested on his knee. He listened intently to Hylia's speech, until she said he wouldn't have to be locked in the sword. I can be with Link? Ghirahim thought. He stared at the dirt floor, his eyes wide. His heart beat even faster, and Hylia softly laughed, the sound like pealing bells.

Ghirahim growled at Zelda, "It's not polite to tease people in such a mental state, Hylia." Zelda clapped her hands once, frustrated. "Why must you think I'm lying? I'm not! I've been friends with Link since I was a child, and I know that he won't mind. Just tell him. The worst thing he could say is 'I don't feel the same'. Then, you tried, and that's it. What's so hard about that?"

Ghirahim sighed at the floor, and picked at his nails. "Don't do this to me, Hylia," he mumbled. He felt like tears would start forming in his eyes. "I can't have that boy. He doesn't feel that way about me. Look how many times I tried to kill him? I just... I was afraid. I was afraid and was weak. He wouldn't love a weak person like me." Ghirahim hung his head, his white hair falling to hide his entire face.

Zelda grabbed Ghirahim's hand and he tried to pull away. She held fast, and then they evaporated in a shower of gold light.

XOXO

They appeared outside of the Knight Academy, and Zelda went inside. Ghirahim tilted his pointed ear toward the school and could hear Zelda going in Link's room. It broke his heart to hear Link crying the way he was. He heard Zelda kneel beside him and press a hand to Link's forehead. She clicked her tongue and explained to him the arrangment she'd made about Fi coming every month. Link shifted in his bed, and then sat up. Ghirahim heard a weak, "Really?" and then Zelda said "Yes."

Link wrapped his arms around Zelda, and cried, "Thank you, Zelda. Thank you." Zelda hugged him back, Ghirahim could tell by the rustling of his clothes, and then sniffed. "You should take a bath," she laughed. Link laughed back and said, "Yeah, I guess I should." He could hear the rustling as Link stood up out of his bed, going for the bathroom, but then Zelda stopped him.

Ghirahim could hear her whisper into Link's adorably pointed ear, "Ghirahim is here. He wants to tell you he lo-" Ghirahim snapped and grabbed Hylia's shirt, pulling her away from Link. "What are you doing?" he yelled through clenched teeth. Hylia held her hands up and said, "I didn't figure you would tell him yourself, so I-"

"I asked you not to!"

"It was the only way you'd do it!"

"How do you know?"

"Because you're afraid!"

Ghirahim gasped and shoved Zelda away from him, hurt. "I am not," he hissed, oblivious to Link standing there. Zelda yelled back, "Yes you are! You obviously can't see that you deserve this! He isn't the only one who's been through this stuff. Remember all those nights Demise ruined you? All those things he said,"

"You shut your mouth!"

"and the things he made you do,"

"Shut up right now!"

"and the things he did to you? Doesn't that upset you? You deserve better than that! That's why you could never kill him. It was destined from the start." Hylia finished her yelling while Ghirahim slumped, defeated. Everything that had been said had been heard by Link, and now he knew. Ghirahim hoped he would laugh him right out of the school so he could just be left alone. The boy didn't want him. He never would.

Link said, in a surprisingly calm voice, "Who? Who are you talking about? Who couldn't you kill?" Link looked from Zelda to Ghirahim, and back to Zelda. "Who?" he demanded more firmly.

Ghirahim looked up at Link, defeated. "You," he whispered, hanging his head. His lip trembled. Link squinted for moment, looked at Zelda, and then said. "Huh?" Ghirahim smiled sadly and turned for the door. He put his hand on the knob and said, "Nothing, skychild. Noth-"

Zelda pointed a finger at the doorknob and Ghirahim pulled his hand back. Shocked. Zelda had shocked the doorknob. Ghirahim reached for it again, but Zelda glared at it and Ghirahim heard it crackle with electricity.

Ghirahim kept his face to the door as Link touched his back with his middle finger. He poked him right between the shoulder blades. It tickled. Link left his finger there and whispered, "You like me?" Ghirahim slowly turned around and looked at Link's boots. Link squatted down so he could see up into Ghirahim's face. "That's okay, you know," Link said, half a smile coming on to his face. Ghirahim waited for the punch line. None came.

"One time," Link started, "I thought I like Professor Owlan, when I was really little, but then I saw him with a girl and it made me mad, so I didn't talk to him for a while. It's okay to like boys, you know. That doesn't bother me. I've had my doubts about Fledge really liking Peatrice, but, whatever. That doesn't bother me. Maybe, someday..."

Ghirahim raised the place where his eyebrow should've been. He snorted. "Don't do that to me, skychild. Don't lie like that. I-"

Link wrapped his fist in Ghirahim's spandex diamond cut sut, pulling him closer to him. He looked up, appearing to be menacing, and said, "I do not lie." Ghirahim stood and stared down at him, amused. Link pushed Ghirahim back against the door and pointed a hard finger in his chest. "Yeah," Link said, pointing with each work, "and that's how it's gonna be." Link scowled, but, as Ghirahim didn't respond, Link broke into a smile. "Kidding," Link laughed.

Ghirahim never took his eyes off Link's face, but he saw in his perherphial vision that Zelda- or Hylia, he didn't know which to call her- smirked and then, in a very Ghirahim-like manner, snapped and disappeared in her golden shower of light.

Ghirahim stared at Link for a long time, while they were pressed up against the door, and slowly started to smile. Link looked offended and said, "What?" Ghirahim smiled and moved away from the boy to sit on the bed. "Nothing," he said, crossing his legs. He picked at his cape and smoothed his platinum hair over his eye. Link spun to face him and asked again, "What?" Ghirahim laughed and smiled up at the Hero.

"Zelda was right- you need a bath."

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