A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews. I really do appreciate them.

**Standard disclaimers apply**

Story 3: Ghirahim

Ember wasn't entirely impressed with the way some of her guest acted. "Demon Lord" Ghirahim was one of the ones she was least impressed with. It wasn't the fact that he wore excessive amounts of make-up or the way he walked around as if he were the only one who did have to pitch in. It was the way the thought he could win her over with his little tricks.

He tried smooth talking her any opportunity he could find. As if she would fall for this guy just so he wouldn't have to work.

"Now, my dear," said Ghirahim said one evening. "How about you and I run off and leave these losers behind? We can take over the world and have all the servants your heart desires."

Ember rolled her eyes. "First off no one is going to be running anywhere, and I don't need any servants. You know there is no shame in working yourself."

"But, my darling, taking over the world IS work."

"Here's an idea. How about you get a respectable job? I mean you seem to have this whole fashion thing going for you. Why not do something with it?"

"Like what?" Ghirahim smirked.

"Well, the local hair salon is looking for a part timer. They do on the job training. How about trying that out? Give it at least a week and then decide."

"Fine," said the demon lord.

**A couple days later**

Ember was playing checkers with Malon when Ghirahim returned from his first day of work.

"So, how did it go?" Ember said without even looking up.

Ghirahim placed his hand under his bangs and flipped them upward. "Fabulous, my dear. Because I am fabulous, they embraced me with open arms and made me head stylist."

That got Ember's attention. "Already? You have only worked there for like there hours."

"Yes. Well as I said I am fabulous. Nothing can stop me." He gave an evil laugh and stalked out of the room.

Ember and Malon looked at each other with worried expressions.

"I find it very hard to believe him," Ember said.

**The following day**

Ring.

The bell above the salon door rang. It had been years since Ember set a foot inside the small building. Ghirahim was busy snipping away at a woman's hair. From what she could see no harm was being done to the woman's appearance.

After he was finished, the woman looked at least ten years younger than before. Ember quickly left the building so she wouldn't give him the wrong impression that she was checking in on him because she was interested in him. She was merely checking on him because she was worried he was doing some evil deeds. Luckily that was not the case. Ember decided that another one of her tenants was finally settling in.

Current Status: Ghirahim is looking for a spot in town to open a larger salon because business is doing so well.

**End**

A/N: Sorry if Ghirahim is out of character. I just needed him this way to fit the chapter. Hope you like it. Also, school is about to start again so I may be slow on update. I will try to get at least one a week but I am not making any promises.