One second, he felt relief wash over himself with a rare, warm feeling and the next, he's practically drowning. His face had gone downwards first and through the chilling water which he had thought would have been relaxing at first. It wasn't, it had been freezing cold and not at the very least comfortable.

He felt like his lungs were burning, screaming for air as an accidental downpour of water flooded his throat.

He had tried to fight the water, attempted to get up from his prison, but a weight held him down along his back.

That monster was keeping him underwater so that he could drown!

He was on the brink of panic, fear overriding his senses and everything else becoming utterly dull. He had never wanted to die like this, to drown by the easiest villain he had ever brought down.

He wanted a fight against the greatest evil the world had faced and if he died then, so be it. He wouldn't dare to ever complain about such a premature death.

But here, he was merely giving up. Maybe it would be alright to die. The one person he strove to protect was no longer alive, so did that give him any right to continue living?

Link gave up as his body fell limp.

He could have swore he heard a vicious cry, though. A sort of shriek and angry shouting.

'The moment I walk in, the boy is already half dead. Bumbling fool!'

Ghirahim materialized a black dagger and sliced the minion from existence. "One order and you disobey it!"

Angrily, the Lord stepped forward and pulled the boy by the arm, dragging him from the inescapable situation he had been placed under.

He was limp, absolutely limp and unmoving.

He looked dead.

He was hardly breathing at all when Ghirahim checked and his heart beat was barely existent.

The Sky child was turning blue on top of that. Unless he imagined it.

Sighing, awfully heavily, he leaned forward, placed the boy on his back against the tile ground and prepared for the kindest thing he would ever find himself doing.

Saving the boy's life.

He didn't know what it was called, C...P...T..., but he was intelligent in learning human things quickly.

As soon as he was near, the boy woke up sputtering and coughing large amounts of water, expelling the quantity from his lungs.

His face was shocked and contorted with the worst imaginable pain.

His chest was bleeding worse than before. Most likely the heavy weight of the tumbling idiot from earlier.

"Sky child, you should be glad you woke up when you did. I had no intention of degrading myself to such."

Link had looked at him with such profound confusion that he couldn't help but laugh. Though, the boy found no humor whatsoever.

"I-" he struggled to say.

"What?"

"I- think- it's time for me to leave..."

Ghirahim chuckled. "And what? Die out there?"

He turned his cerulean eyes to the side. "Go to hell."

"How rude. I would only wish you could be as fabulous as I, but I see that won't ever happen, will it?"

Link was getting horribly tired of the Demon and felt the need to strangle his extremely thin neck.

He hurt, almost died, and was still mourning for what he had only recently heard. There was no way he should have to deal with this either."J- just let...me leave already..."

"Sky child-"

"Let me..." He felt weird, like he would pass out and like he was somewhere else entirely. He was confused and didn't know what to do anymore. "...go... I promise I won't do it again..."

Ghirahim stared at him, his face blank. "Boy, I don't-"

His hand slammed the ground beside himself with a clenched fist. "I said I promised! I won't do it, so leave me alone!" His heart contorted only once more before his eyelids slid shut and his moving subsided.

Ghirahim could have swore that the boy was dead if not for the heavy breathing and slight moaning.

'What was he talking about?'

Link remembered being in pain and he remembered those sneering eyes resting on his every movement.

That man would never leave him alone. He wasn't careless. He wished for Link to be secluded from the entire world, to stay hidden and do nothing but rot like the garbage he was. The man hated the very sight of him, being a constant reminder of her. He hated everything about the boy and just wanted to rid of him.

Link would forever hate him. He could end up hating him until the day he himself died, it was a fact.

Link hated his father.

The moment he felt himself regain consciousness, he could have swore he heard someone had spoke. It wasn't much of a conversation that perhaps had been one sided, but a soft little phrase. Was it an apology? A low, "I'm sorry"?

He could never quite pick anything up as soon as he awoke. He was a horrible morning person.

'I'll probably meet Zelda later. She might want me to check out her new outfit.'

Then he remembered.

'Wait. I already did that.'

And Zelda was dead...

A chill down his spine and the burning of his chest forced him to finally open his eyes.

The man was there again. His white skin looking almost too ghostly... Like a Demon, of course. He was merely...leaning there, most likely. He couldn't possibly have been standing if both their heads were level, especially with the insane height difference between the two. It was inconceivable.

The thing was looking straight at him, both their eyes boring into the other. Link had no idea of what he was doing. His blue eyes had only simply opened and made contact with the other by accident.

They stood staring at each other if only for a moment before the Lord sighed and moved his eyes downward.

As soon as he did so, a sharp pain exploded against Link's skin and he fought to muffle a cry of pain.

He kicked his legs, through water, in discomfort. He groaned softly and soon as he had, a cold hand placed itself upon his head. Ruffling his hair only slightly.

Link, shocked, opened his eyes and found what exactly he had felt.

Ghirahim was staring at him again. His eyes held almost no emotion and the boy thought he was starting to imagine so many new things. Probably only losing his insanity or something like that.

"What are-"

He chuckled. "You're pathetic, Sky child." His ice cold hand rubbed against his scalp for a second. "And your hair is filthy. What a shame."

"It's not my fault..."

The Lord sighed. "Didn't wash your hair while on your little adventures?"

Link scowled. "Didn't have much time...had other things to worry about."

"Like what?"

"You."

Ghirahim couldn't help but chuckle. "I hoped so."

'Is this the first actual conversation I've ever had with this...with him?'

The teen was beginning to feel odd. He knew how much he hated him and he understood how much he would just love to stab him, thoroughly and painfully, but for some reason he was getting strange vibes. The man was acting rather different and he could hardly understand why. Did Ghirahim decide to change now that he no longer had a place in the war effort or even a side by his beloved master?

Thank you so much for sticking around this long. I have so many plans that I just can't wait to start writing them.

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