The Lord, this time, only stood there, gaze drifting to the boy whom cowered on the tile floor, blanket wrapped around himself and scattered, head lowered where the tears could easily fall, and blood seeping from his horrendous wound. The boy's body shook with every hollow sob, but Ghirahim didn't laugh nor did he smile.

The Sky child was releasing a common human emotion he had accustomed to, yet once he saw the very child whom had spoiled almost all of his plans falling ill to that same emotion, it was strange to him. He had never considered himself, not even once, falling prey to that sense of pity. He loathed it with a passion.

"Child, get up."

But, he wouldn't listen of course. The child merely sat there as though he had heard not even a single word uttered by the Demon beside him.

"Don't ignore me, I said to get up." He was quickly losing his patience. He would have thrown back his fist with a grunt of rage and shouted something about being 'furious, outraged, sick with anger!', but he found himself resorting to something far kind- less cruel.

"Boy. Link, get up from the ground. It's cold down there and I don't want to have to deal with a fever as well. Look at me."

The sobbing only slightly lessened.

Link had heard what the man had said. He heard it clear as day, this time he wasn't denying the concern he heard being forced out through the others mouth, nor did he miss the honorific of hearing the "great Demon Lord Ghirahim" voice his name after purposefully stating he had forgotten it a while back.

He allowed his hand to wipe the tears streaming down his cheeks and shut them tightly, his teeth biting his bottom lip as he prevented the hushed cries from escaping once more. Slowly, he raised his head and obediently looked up at his captor.

The man stood there, arms crossed with that same arrogant pose showing whom of them was stronger...and his brows perked up in concern... Worried for who?

'For me?'

"Come on. Get up from that floor. You'll get filthy." His hand left the company of the other and stretched out to reach for the boy's.

Link, unwillingly, placed his hand within the other and was pulled up with great ease.

'I've never felt so powerless in my life.'

"I'll get a tub prepared for you. You're dirty and covered in blood and grime. I'll rebandage...THAT later." He had pointed to the wound along the boy's chest.

Link nodded, but never looked back at Ghirahim. He refused to stare at those eyes any longer.

A loud snap scared Link and once he noticed what had caused it, he only inwardly sighed in relief...slightly. The sight before him was still something he couldn't go easily about.

A Bokoblin, his face in a scowl and weapon by his side, was ordered by the Lord to take Link...to one of the rooms. He was unsure as to what the room was called or even to its location.

"Follow him and return here straight after."

'Why is it that you sound like some mother?'

The monster made a sound and forced Link ahead of him with a rather powerful push that would have sent him tumbling to the ground if not for a warning from the demon lord.

As soon as he was out in the hall and away from those prying eyes, he felt weak, terribly weak that he could even barely stand. He gasped for breath and stumbled every so often while his hand balanced himself along the corridor walls. He hurt everywhere and didn't care if the monster behind him saw exactly what was going on with him. The monster couldn't even talk; no less convey any feelings or emotions.

They had turned so much that Link felt he was losing count of how many doors and turns they passed. The thing would prob him every time they were to round a certain corner and the teen was losing his very consciousness at the same time; the thing refused to allow him to rest.

Finally, as the goddesses granted him mercy, they stood just outside of the large bathroom door where a humongous tub sat inside with water to the brim. The water looked so relaxing that he could barely stand having to wait. He stepped inside of the room and immediately set to removing the thin, unbuttoned white shirt around him. He could care less about the Bokoblin behind him.

Or he should have cared more.

Just as he neared the tub's edge did he feel as though someone was directly behind him, a weight pushing him...until he was flat down against the water, his entire body falling in.

Here we go, chapter 5.

I may take a bit longer with the following chapters, but please be patient. I promise to finish this story since I'm really enjoying it.

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