Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 6

a/n : wahh after writing this i realized in the game you don't get the master sword till after the lakebed temple... oh well... ALSO LE ROMANCE IS COMING SoON; just getting plot out of the way BEHGH

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"It's nice to finally meet you... Master."

She had directed that greeting to Link, who was bewildered at the sight of this... creature... that had materialized from his sword. She was an entity whose skin appeared glassy and blue; with short hair of an identical color and an emotionless face. Though she had no arms, she donned flowing cape-like wings, and a prominent blue diamond perched on her chest.

"Whoa, they come in blue, too!" [Name] was quick to cool the tension, excitedly running up to the blue spirit. "I'm [Name]!" She grinned.

"Fi is the name I was assigned." She turned back to Link. "I am the spirit residing in your sword. Although I was unable to interact with you before, I vividly remember every moment of our quest together since you acquired the Master Sword."

The green-clad hero raised both eyebrows, startled by that fact.

"It seems as though I was awakened by a reaction with Demise's sword," Fi continued, motioning to Ghirahim, who remained dormant. "The fact I'm revived indicates that there is something I am obliged to assist you with, Master Link. I calculate a 75% probability that this task involves Ghirahim."

As if on cue, the self-proclaimed Demon Lord awoke. He glanced at his hands, before huffing. With a snap of his fingers, he returned to the form he fancied over his spirit self. He weaved his fingers through his luscious white locks, scoffed, and examined the five others in the room. His eyes skimmed through each person before settling on [Name].

"Oh, I recall your hideous face. I had hoped I never had to see that again," he shook his head at her. She could feel her fingers twitching and the fury seething through her teeth. Still, she was impressively able to collect herself, and chose to silently take her anger out on the hem of her blouse.

Ghirahim then turned to Fi. "Unlike these imbeciles, you must have some knowledge of the whereabouts of Master Demise."

"Demise was defeated by Link millenniums ago," she stated in her usual nonchalant tone of voice. Link choked on his spit.

"I did what now?!"

"Might I remind you of the legends, Master Link? Of the brave Heroes wielding the Triforce of Courage, who slayed each reincarnation of Demise's hatred for the Goddess. Other than their unwavering courage, they are associated with each other by their name - Link."

"I guess you could say... that links them together!" exclaimed Hena, not exactly having anything else to say at this point. [Name] snorted.

Ghirahim, on the other hand, was lost in his own thoughts, still letting the revelation of Demise's untimely death sink in. He was outraged, unquestionably, and found himself lunging at the current reincarnation of the Hero of Legends.

Link instinctively pulled out his shield to defend himself, but that was unnecessary seeing as Fi took the effort to defend him.

"I can confirm that this is not the same Hylian you bear a loathing for, brother," she spoke, which infuriated him even further.

"What nerve you have to call me your kin! I'm humiliated! This is absolutely UNACCEPTABLE!!"

[Name], growing anxious at Ghirahim's elevated tone of voice, attempted to shrink away, slowly edging towards the door. She held eye contact with Hena the entire time, the latter of whom wanted to leave as well.

"[Name]," Fi stated, and the girl in question tensed. "Although there is a high possibility Ghirahim will be against this, I calculate an 85% chance this sword has already registered you as its next master."

"What? Seriously??" She was taken aback, though quickly scowled. "But... ergh... I don't really want to deal with him..."

"Regardless of your personal opinion, I'd advise you not to neglect your new responsibility."

"Wait, but... why?"

"You are the one who awoke him."

[Name] stared at her feet, flexed her toes, then turned to Fi, and Link, then at the ground again, and finally Ghirahim.

"Turn into a sword."

"no."

"..." Having never felt so passionate about hating another person - or, in this case, sword spirit - before, [Name] found herself emitting a low hissing sound from her throat. She scrunched her nose up. How the hell was she supposed to deal with this?!