Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 14

"I will help you find this Dominion Rod," Ghirahim said, a small tug of a smirk pulling on his lips. "Simply because I know you are much more than you make yourself out to be, and that is terribly alluring."

"No," [Name] declined, flat and simple. He was unfazed.

"You refuse?"

"I can barely stand you; what makes you think I want your--"

Suddenly, she tensed up, her lips pursed. Ghirahim tilted his head to the side. He was slightly concerned, but too prideful to outright question her. She thought he didn't care at all about her - and he wanted it to stay that way.

"Uh..." [Name] was noticeably growing uncomfortable, and she sent Ghirahim a squirmish, almost pleading glance. He narrowed his eyes. What was going on with her?

Even the bulblins seemed to be confused, curiously staring with their otherwise menacing gazes.

"Hold on," she dismissed herself, and broke into a sprint toward the exit of the village. The Demon Lord, of course, followed, and she didn't seem to notice.

The bulblins were unsure how to react then. Right before exiting the village, Ghirahim turned back.

"Keep as you were," he hissed, and spun on his heels. When he turned around again, he lost sight of the young Sheikah, but her scent was strong enough to lead him. He had no need to run; instead snapped his fingers and allowed his diamonds to guide him -

~ s p e c t a c u l a r l y ~

- to her.

And upon seeing what had caused her to become so antsy, it took all of his willpower to stifle a scoff.

Bananas.

She was buying five clusters of bananas from a wandering merchant. He shut his eyes, tilted his head to his side, and released a sigh of disbelief.

"You left," he started, and she jumped. "For... what... what-what are those?" She whirled around, subconsciously tightening her grip on her precious fruits.

"Bananas... And I told you to wait!" Her nose twitched. The merchant spoke before either could say another word.

"Uh... That'll be 25 rupees, ma'am." His eyes were glued to Ghirahim's form. He was obviously overwhelmed by the taller male's presence. He didn't know who he was but he could tell the Demon Lord was not someone to mess with.

"Oh, these are complimentary," [Name] said absentmindedly, peeling a banana and taking a bite. He tore his gaze away, confused at first, but once he met her eyes his face melted into a dead, impassive stare.

"They are?"

"Yeah."

"Okay..." And he walked away. After a few steps, he seemed to have forgotten what he was doing. He turned around, quirking a brow.

"Excuse me, miss, sir, where am I?"

A wide smile crossed [Name]'s face. She quickly stuffed her bananas into Ghirahim's hands, whose head slightly flinched back. He grimaced as he stared at the oddly-shaped eats in his grasp.

"You owe me exactly fifteen bananas, and you came from Castle Town to give them to me. I paid beforehand," [Name] told the plump merchant.

"Okay..." He slid his backpack off his shoulders, pulling out perfectly ripe bananas and handing them over, not doubting a thing.

"Thank you," [Name] smiled as she accepted them. So now apparently she had some kind of hypnotizing ability, that much was clear. But it must have its limits; as idiotic as she was, she wasn't enough of a fool to not think of using this on Impaz. Or perhaps this whole ordeal with the Sky Book was a ploy, just like her supposed amity with Impaz, and this was a major hole in her story. Ghirahim narrowed his eyes thinking about it.

When the merchant was out of earshot, the Demon Lord restrained himself from bombarding [Name] with questions. She seemed content with his silence; some things she didn't want to answer.

But she was proud to admit: she had absolutely no qualms about abusing her abilities if her prize was a banana. That was odd in itself. He wondered why bananas could influence her so; he'd never even heard of the fruit before now.

Still, he couldn't help but chide her. "Seems you're far too soft to anesthetize that old woman, then."

A dry laugh left [Name]'s lips. "I wish sentiments was the only thing stopping me."

As if on cue, to prove just what else could possibly hold her back, her eyes fluttered shut. She collapsed, allowing the bananas she "purchased" to sprawl across the ground. She reached a hand out to Ghirahim, but he made no move to catch her. He stared, wanting to be amused that she had fallen so vulnerable, but instead he was consumed by unease.

"[Na—" He cut himself off, biting his tongue to keep from calling out her name. He would absolutely not allow himself to seem apprehensive, regardless of his internal emotions. He dropped the fruits he'd been holding, and gently shook her shoulders. Unconscious.

"Honestly..." he muttered. He lifted her from the grassy field, one arm supporting her back while the other gripped beneath her knees. Her head bobbed forward, but the rest of her body remained relatively still.

He glanced around, deciding on an appropriate place to go. He was still greatly unfamiliar with the Surface's new layout. Thousands of years sure took its toll on the world's geography - it even became a country, Hyrule.

Hyrule. . . Hylia's rule . . .

Ghirahim cringed.

He continued forward, selecting a random direction (though he made sure to turn away from the castle, not wanting to run into Telma or anyone who might recognize [Name]). As he walked, he glanced down at the woman in his arms, and wondered what compelled him to not abandon her. His gaze fell upon her lips, slightly parted. But before his mind wandered elsewhere, his eye twitched and his head raised.

In the distance, he could see a building made of wooden planks, run-down and looking as if it could snap at any moment. Despite the obvious safety red flags, Ghirahim entered, and gently laid [Name] on the ground.

Cobwebs lined the tiny shack's corners, and there was a splintered table with matching stools gathered around. The room itself was made of creaking slabs of wood, while the roof had braided planks bolted together, providing a kaleidoscope of lights to rain down below. There was a door, but it hung off its hinges, seeming as though it could be removed with even a delicate tug.

Ghirahim scowled at how unsightly the place was. He couldn't imagine how anyone could stay there for more than two minutes; it was ugly, and he felt like livestock waiting in a barn. At least the smell wasn't as horrid as a farm creature's.

He grasped his red collared cape, pulling the warmth closer to his neck. He sighed.

"I deserve so much better than this..." he muttered, running a gloved hand through his ghostly, ashen hair.

And in the distance, a ghost of a smile danced across a certain Usurper King's lips.

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a/n

HEBLECGHHHaa

no one can beat ghiradelli-chan's saltiness but ZANT MY LOVEe

but no will not be love triangle

maybe idk

reader-chan will definitely end up with ghirahim no matter what tho