Rebels

Chapter 9- Taken

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this story's characters, locations, etc.

Ok, so this chapter sucks. Please forgive me, but this is pretty much a filler chapter and I was board out of my mind writing it, but it needs to be there. I'm sorry to all of you who were hoping for Yaoi to be in this chapter, but I just couldn't fit it in, I have some filler stuff I need to put in before it can lead up to that. It will be, hopefully, within the next chapter or the one after that.

Also, I had writers block for most of this chapter except for like the last two paragraphs. I have never had it before and I already hate it. I literally just finished this chapter ten minutes ago, so please excuse any grammar or errors because I didn't have much time for editing and review. I'm doing my best, but I'm kinda stumped for what should happen. I know that I'm going to write some chapters (after the Yaoi) that tell you what is going on with Fi, Groose, and skyloft.

Link

I watched as Ghirahim threw my sword and friend off of the cliff and listened in horror at Groose's terrified screams as he fell to his –possible- death. I heard a loud splash and then silence. Fi fell as well, but she's a sword so I assumed she would be fine…unless she somehow rusts.

"You said you wouldn't kill Grosse!" I yelled in grief and fear as he began to walk toward me. I couldn't stop the inevitable effect that the stinging behind my eyes created, in other words, I was crying… again. Why? I never cried during my adventures. What was wrong with me?

"Sky-child, I didn't kill Groose. The impact might have, but I didn't. Anyway, we don't even know if he is dead or not. If it makes you feel any better, your sword spirit definitely survived." Ghirahim was less than a foot from me now and I was still chained to the soft ground. He maneuvered to stand behind me and my panicked eyes locked with his cruel, dark ones. They followed his until he stood behind me completely. He wrapped one of his arms around me and raised his other to snap.

I was too paralyzed by fear to try and escape him. This seemed to please him when he gave me his evil smirk. "Well, we have better things to attend to, now don't we?" He instantly snapped and teleported us away to goddess knows where.

We seemed to be traveling at the speed of light. All I could see was diamond shapes, a blur of colors and …Ghirahim. He was the only thing holding me and keeping me stable during the transport. I felt …unsafe and vulnerable traveling like this, as though something horrible would happen if I wasn't being held stable while traveling at this speed; so I instinctively held on the hand wrapped around me. When it eventually stopped, I felt motion sickness. He let go of me and I retched in a nearby bush.

I could still feel my skin tingle and crawl in disgust from where he touched me. I took the time to look around. It looked like we were still in the Faron woods. There were trees everywhere and bushes. It looked normal, except for the fact that if I looked straight ahead I could see a drop-off and nothing but blue, clear sky. We were standing on a huge cliff that never connected with the ground! I walked over to the edge and looked down. It was almost 300 feet into the sky and I could see the lake where I just was miles away. I soon came to a horrible realization; there was no way off of this island without a gruesome death caused by plummeting to the ground.

It was like another skyloft, except still semi on the surface, but not really in the sky because it wasn't above the cloud barrier. I turned around and looked at what else was on the island.

Obviously, Ghirahim was here. He was actually being very patient; he stood there quietly and let me take in my surroundings and absorb the situation. He had a knowing smirk on his face as he looked at my shocked, fearful one. It was not in that state because of him, it was what was behind him.

My eyes settled on an enormous castle. It was made out of what looked like twisted, charcoal black metal. All of it; the whole thing looked exactly what you would imagine a Demon King and his Lord's castle would look like- evil. It was vile looking and had many towers rising up into the sky. There were windows, but they didn't have any glass in them. Instead they were covered by bars. But they looked decorative and not like they were truly meant to keep someone imprisoned. There were large double doors that allowed entrance to the castle and dark black steps that led the way up to the doors.

There was a garden out front, of all things. The flowers that grew there were all dark colored, though. Most were roses that were burgundy red, black, or white. There were benches too, and a small pond. Pretty much nothing outside matches the cruel and terrifying aura of the castle. It was like trying to hide an awful, putrid scent with a light natural fragrance.

I soon realized I was gapping and looked over at a chuckling Demon Lord.

"What's wrong, pet?" He began to walk toward me and I slowly backed up, cautious of the great drop behind me. "Is this castle not up to your standards? I think it is quite fabulous! Don't you?"

He was just smirking at me. I had no intention of answering him; it was always best to just let him run his mouth. His poor, vain ego wouldn't be able to handle it if I told him about half of the thoughts I had about just how fabulous I thought he, his Master, and stupid castle was. It was a rather pleasant idea actually, I would love to tell him off and give him a piece of my mind, but it would most likely lead to me getting hurt, so I held me tongue.

Ghirahim

We arrived at my castle; well, Demise's and my castle. My little pet looked sick, I let him go and he proceeded to retch in a bush. It will take some time for him to get used to teleportation. When he was finished, he looked at his surroundings. He looked out at the sky and walked to the end of the island to look down. We were up very high and the only ways down were to either teleport on and off or fall and break every bone in your body upon impact.

Then he turned and looked at our residence. It was a gorgeous castle that I had helped design. It was all sleek black with rising towers and sharp looking details. Link looked at me before he looked at the castle and I watched as his face went pale and his jaw dropped slightly. There was also a garden with flowers of my choice out front, a pond that was small but still big enough to swim in, and benches. Behind the castle there was more forest, but also an open area similar to this one; but it had a bigger garden, statues of myself and Demise, topiary gardens, more ponds, and much more.

This island is twice the size of skyloft.

I looked back at Link and chuckled when I noticed that he was still staring.

"What's wrong, pet?" I began to pace toward him, relishing in another chance to invade his personal space. He looked at me with defiance. He gets me so frustrated with that! Not that I ever show my frustration. Was this castle not good enough for him? Ugh, this boy grates my nerves, he makes me furious! Outraged! Sick with anger!

He never answered me, but I managed to calm myself slightly. He just continued to stare at me defiantly; well, as long as he was staring at me at all, I really couldn't complain, I would get him to make various sounds for me later on tonight.

He was so tense. He would have to calm down before I could get anywhere with him. Maybe if he was more comfortable around me….

"Come, my pet, let me show you around." He was about to protest, but I wasn't planning on giving him a choice. I snapped my fingers and one end of a chain appeared in my hand. The other appeared wrapped around one of Link's wrists. I thought it was best to let him have some freedom, but I didn't want him running away from me or getting lost.

But I have to admit…he looked damn good with chains on him, and that look of fear on his face has he tried to get it off of him only made me more aroused. I couldn't wait for my chance to take him tonight and see that look of terror and fear change to arousal, pleasure and desire for more; maybe I can even get him to beg…oh, just the thought makes my heart fill with rainbows and my pants to get even tighter than they already were...

I gave a strong yank on the chain I had in my hand and he lurched forward with me. He tried his best and used all of his strength to fight me, but I was stronger as I forced him up the steps. I looked back at him and gave an amused smirk as he tripped and nearly face planted into the steps.

He eventually stopped struggling and settled with grumbling to himself and unwillingly trudged behind me. I led him through the doors and we arrived in the main lobby of the castle. Right in front of us were three sets or white marble steps; the middle one looked like normal, everyday steps that were straight and led up to double doors that allowed entrance to the throne room where I could currently sense that Demise already was. The other two sets of steps were to the left and right of the straight ones. They started straight, but then curved, crossed each other, and went in opposite directions. The left one started up straight but then curved right and continued going in that direction until it reached my half of the castle. The right one did the exact same thing, except went left and lead to Demise's side of the castle. On the ground, to the left was a door that led to the slave quarters. Mostly the Bokoblins and Moblins logged in there when they were working in the castle. The future Hylians would be logging in there as well once we enslave them, if we think they are competent enough to work in the castle. To the right led to the kitchen where Demise, Link, and I would be having our meals. Behind the stairs was a door that led to the outside courtyard behind the castle.

The floor was polished wood and the walls were pristine white with a red trim along the bottom. There was also a black, diamond embedded chandelier hanging from the ceiling that was almost twenty feet high above our heads.

Link was looking around in curiosity. And fear. Maybe he wasn't as naïve as I took him for. I was planning on giving him a tour; but only of my side of the castle. I couldn't go into Demise's side unless it was important or otherwise had permission and the same went for him about my side of the castle; but being my Master, any reason he could possibly have for going on my side is normally important anyway, so there is never a need for permission from me.

I pulled him through the main room of the castle toward the straight stairs to the throne room; with him resisting the entire time. As we walked up the stairs I could hear Demise talking to one of the Bokoblins about plans for the attack on Skyloft and what we should do with the dead goddess's body that was brought back to the castle with Demise after he obtained the Tri-force.

I made it to the doors. They were special made to read the aura's of anyone who approached them, thus identifying them and judging whether the person should be allowed entry; all of the doors in this castle were like this, with the exception of the main front foors. They sensed me and swung open to allow my entrance. Demise looked up at me and the rather cautious boy behind me. He waved for us to approach.

This room had an even higher ceiling than the last room. There were two thrones ahead of us. Demise was currently using his. It was bigger than mine and it made him look like he was sitting on fire. It looked exactly like his hair and it looked like it was burning. The flame pattern in the chair flowed and to anyone who hadn't seen it before would assume the sitter was about to burst into flames.

My throne was smaller than my Master's. It looked like my sword form actually. It was the same pitch-black, wide, and at the top it spread out and took on a shape that matched my swords hilt's wings. They curved down and looked sharp, pointed, and dangerous; just like yours truly.

There was a larger version of the main room's chandelier in hear. To the right was a large cage for people being brought to the throne room for sentencing. We can't let anyone run away while discussing what to do with them or how to punish them, now can we?

I walked up to Demise as he shooed to Bokoblin away. He looked up at us and waited for us to reach hearing distance, well…Link's hearing distance.

"Welcome back, Ghirahim." I smiled at my Master. He glanced at Link and I followed the path of his gaze. Link had thrown away his fearful act and was putting on a brave face. He was glaring daggers and if looks could kill, my Master would have been dead, buried, and eaten into the ground with that look. Well, I couldn't have him disrespecting my Master like that….

"Link." I know he could hear the warning and implied threat in my voice. He stiffened slightly, but didn't back down from his disrespectful display of disobedience as he continued glaring. I smirked evilly, can't say I didn't warn him. He needs to learn what happens when you disrespect your Master and now was a grand opportunity. Demise was looking at me with knowledge in his eyes; he was giving me permission to do it here. This floor always did look better when splattered with crimson.

Link was still glaring and his fingers were twitching like he wished he had a sword. I snapped my fingers and the chain I was holding disappeared and instead both of Link's wrists were pulled to the floor and chained there instead while his ankles were also locked down. He was forced to his hands and knees in front of my Master.

He began to panic and try to pull himself free. I paced around to stand behind him. I bent over and leaned into him, resting my hands on his shoulder and my mouth beside his left ear.

"Now, my pet…you should know not to disobey your Master." He was very tense because of my dangerous tone and proximity. "I'm sure you knew this when you entered through those doors that so generously gave you entry. I'm so sorry my pet, but now you must be punished…" When I uttered punished, his eyes widened in fear and he began pulling his hands from the floor again, trying to free himself from the chains; it was a good effort, but still all in vain.

I reached to his head and pulled off his green cap, I never liked this thing, it hid his golden-rod hair; but it would look good in crimson and green. I smirked to myself and moved on to his tunic. I snapped, making my sword appear.

I slowly slipped my sword under his tunic and sliced it in half. His chainmail was revealed. I reveled in his anxiety as I slowly peeled away his layers; he kept nervously peeking over his shoulder at me as I slowly and precisely used my teleportation to simply teleport his chainmail off of his body without teleporting him; which takes full concentration and years of practice to master. There was just his white shirt now; he began trembling in fear, I could imagine what was running through his head as to my intentions; unfortunately for him, what I had planned would in no way be pleasurable for him.

I sliced through his white under-shirt and my gaze settled on his bare back…I loved the creamy color of his skin; it was not scarred, yet. Hopefully, if I get my way, I would be seeing a lot more of this boy's untouched skin.

I looked up at Demise and we shared a look. We both were feeling the want for bloodlust creeping up from within, and it reflected in our shared look. With a smirk and a malicious glint in my eyes, I snapped my fingers, calling my favorite torture weapon into existence and to my hand. The handle had black diamond patterns embedded in it and the full length of it trailed to the floor and split into three separate pieces that were meant to cause more pain with every stroke.

I looked back at my pet, who seemed to have braced himself for the worst. With bloodlust and malice in my eyes, I pulled the weapon back and let it fly and hit his back with a sickening, skin splitting "Crack!"

A/N- The first one to guess what Ghira's fav. Weapon is will get cookies. (Holds up cookies with Ghirahim's face on them)

Again, sorry for the "no Yaoi" disappointment. You can yell at me in a review…or just review in general, either way.