The Legend of Zelda (Oneshots and requests)

Through the mirror... (Ghirahim)

Again.....again he looked through his magical mirror and saw that one girl in her room.
Every time he saw her sitting on her bed, all by herself and he couldn't ignore the tears she lost.
Never would he have guessed to be touched be a womans tears. He was a demon for crying out loud! He took pride in making others suffer, leaving them behind in their own blood to die a meaningless, pathetic death. So why couldn't he laugh about what he saw now?
Why wasn't it feeling right to see this woman in pain?
He didn't even know her name, let alone where to find her, but he felt like he had to change something...

He had lost count on how often he had watched her. Every time he saw the same. Nothing more than her silhouette in the darkness of her room, tears glittering in the moonlight from outside her window. Hearing her quiet sobs the entire night.
Oh~~~how he longed to see her whole face. To hear her speak or at least to see her not in this state, looking like a broken doll.
He knew he was looking into a different univers.
He knew it shouldn't matter to him, but he felt desparate to change it, being done just standing by and doing nothing at all.
He had grown obsessed with this woman. Obsessed to observe her, but the more he did it, the more he grew restless.
This time would be different.
This time....

He waited for the night.
Waited until he saw her in her room, again loosing tears, but this time.....this time he saw her clearly.
Being mesmerized by her beauty he stepped closer to the glass separating them from each other. He knew before that she had to be quiet pretty by looking at her petite, elegant form, but never could he have guessed what was hidden by the darkness.
For the first time ever, since he took to observing her could he see his diamond in all her glory.
Her fair white skin. The long, almost black locks of flowing wavy hair falling down her body like strads of silk. And than there were this breathtaking soft violett eyes, shimmering in crystal like droplets of water, her smooth, full lips... it felt like he was looking at a fine piece of art and just than he knew......
He knew that he wanted her to be his possession. He needed her to be his belonging. No one should ever be able to break something so beautiful, so fragile.
So he made it his mission.
Taking in a deep, slow breath he let his eyes wander over her whole form. Such incredible grace was precious and all this would belong to him, only him.
The demons heart and instincts kicked in with a finalising determination.
He was going to take her away.
She was going to belong to him.
That's for sure.
He chuckled quietly.
It was time to start and bind her to him in every way possible. Just this once......he wouldn't use force. No. Ghirahim wanted her to take his hand willingly and to hold on with her own free will.
Something he had never wanted before... but now he felt like he needed her.
It would need time and work on his side, certainly, but she would be his for all eternity when he was done.
Something told him it wouldn't take to long to make her want to leave, something told him she wanted nothing more.....
Another quiet chuckle left his lips.
How odd for him to think about such things, but it didn't matter. He always got what he wanted.

Carefully the demon lord stepped closer until he could touch the glass. Setting a charming smile onto his own handsome face, he cleared his throat softly.
"What happened to leave such an outstanding juwel such as yourself in this state my dear? Every time I see you, nothing but despare seems to consum your lovely face."
Upon hearing his voice the young female leaped off her bed and looked around her room, searching for him. He chuckled again. Her face had grown pale with shock.
"I'm over here darling. You don't need to be so frightened. I have no intend to harm you."
Slowly the girl looked in his direction and made eye contact with him, her eyes widening upon seeing him inside her mirror. He gave a graceful bow to her.
Taking in a shaken breath she took a step back and began to shiver.
"Who....Who are you, Sir? And how is it possible for you to be inside of the mirror?"
He was pleased by hearing her soft, melodic voice. It suited her appearance deliciously perfect.
"My name is Lord Ghirahim and my magical abilitys allow me to do this kind of things. Now, what might your name be? Won't you answer my questions dear?"
He made sure his voice was nothing but soft and consoling, even a little sad for the matter.
The girl never took her gaze off of him and carefully made a small step in his direction.
She took another deep breath and curtesied infront of him, lowering her head to respectfully greet him back, just like what was thaught to her all her life.
"My name is Yune Lecia Baskerville. It's an honor to meet you, your Lordship."
Ghirahim looked upon her and smiled, being intrigued with her fine manners as well.
She was nothing short but perfect.
"The honor is all mine my dear. Now, back to my question. What made you cry so often? Tears don't suit your graceful appearance."
He looked at her and by having her this close, he could see many marks covering her body. Someone had to treat her cowardly to leave this bruises.
By looking up again he saw how embaressed this had left her, standing in her nightgown before a man she didn't know and he knew he had to be careful to not make her run.
"As I said, I saw you for months like this and it worried me. So please darling, you can tell me. I would like to help you, but I need to know what it is I'm going up against."
The young woman looked at the ground, quietly thinking about if she could trust him. Her gaze fell to her bruised skin and she looked up again.
"How should I know, if I can put my trust in you? I'm not trying to be rude, but...."
She stoppen herself from speaking further.
It had been years ago that she had been able to talk to someone and even longer since someone was interested enough to ask about her well being. Thinking about this, she looked into his eyes and sighed.
"Since my mother died my father changed towards myself. He imprisoned me in my home, saying I was to stay here and never leave. It was bad enough as it was, but recently he.....looks at me even more sickly. He demands......"
She grew pale and shook even more. Memories flooding her overwhelmed mind and making her sick.
Ghirahim looked at her and growled quietly. He understood. He understood perfectly.
"Did he force it through?"
He asked her calmly, holding back his rage as best as he could.
Someone had touched what was his and he would deliver a suitable punishment, but for now he needed to win her trust.