This fanfic takes place after the defeat of Demise. Warning: GhiraFi, don't read if you don't like. Please excuse me if there are any typos or grammatical errors; English is not my first language. I hope you like it and please review! :)

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The otherwise seemingly lifeless realm known as the World of the Sword Spirits was no longer as dead as before, after the two immortal beings that were the only spirits who could inhabit this world had returned there.

Fi, the Sword Spirit of the Master Sword, had returned there after she had chosen to go into 'eternal sleep', and Ghirahim, the Sword Spirit of the Dark Master Sword, came to live in this realm after he had left the side of his master Demise and chose to disappear from the world of mortal beings.

Both these Sword Spirits now lived in their own world, alone, with only the one other.

Fi sat next to the Master Sword pedestal, endlessly sleeping and protecting the Sword that didn't exist in this world. Here only existed the Spirits that housed inside the divine weapon and not the weapon itself. That remained in the world of mortals, with its spirit gone. However, Fi hadn't noticed this fact due to her sleep and she remained close to its place, as if she had to protect it even here, in this peaceful realm.

Ghirahim, as always the total opposite of Fi, wouldn't rest, not even in this world of endless life for Sword Spirits. He uselessly walked around, searching for something that could keep him busy. In the world of mortals, he would have gone to a village and randomly slaughter the people there, but as he was nearly the only being in this world, he could not do such a thing here.

He sighed deeply as boredom and loneliness began taking their toll. Sure, this was a beautiful world. Mortals would call it 'paradise'. But what was the point of living here if you were all alone? No, he wasn't all alone, he knew that, there was this one other person, the spirit that had inhabited the Master Sword. He had never met her in person before and ever since he had come to live here, he'd been searching for her, the Spirit of the holy Goddess Sword.

He hated her, even though he didn't know her. It was just destiny he supposed. He was created to hate the Goddess Hylia and all of her followers, especially her chosen hero and his Sword.

Still, he wanted to meet her. And no, he wouldn't kill her, not immediately at least. He would turn this all too peaceful life of her into hell...

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After quite the long time, he spotted the faint illusion of the Master Sword in its pedestal, accompanied by the one he'd been looking for so long. He smiled widely as he approached the resting Sword Spirit.

The closer he came, the more his bad intentions faded away. Never had he laid his eyes upon such a beautiful creature. Never had he seen a creature as pure and... innocent as this Sword Spirit girl.

He knelt down in front of the sleeping Spirit. He had to admit she almost equalled him in beauty, almost. The Goddess had done a fine job of creating his counterpart.

Only one thing bothered him a lot. It was the robotic look of her face. It was the same sky blue colour as her hair and one of her wing-like arms. On top of that, it held absolutely no emotion. Of course, that could be due to her sleeping state, but still, he didn't like that little detail of her. She would've looked much prettier when she had a more humane form...

Sky blue eyes opened to stare at Ghirahim while he was lost in thought. At first, he didn't notice this change, as her eyes were exactly the same colour as the rest of her face, but when she blinked to take in the unexpected sight of the former demon lord now sitting right in front of her, he almost fell backwards, startled by the sudden sign of life.

"Demon lord..." she said in an even voice, lacking any sign of emotion.

He arose again, to tower over her and show her he regarded her as one of the lower beings. In truth, that wasn't completely true, as he respected her, being the Spirit of the Sword that had beaten him and overpowered his master.

"What is the purpose of your unexpected visit?" she asked, her voice still the same tone as ever.

Ghirahim smirked, "What purpose?" he repeated, "Let's say I just wanted to see you. It gets really lonely, walking through this endless world without company... And now, I've finally found you. I have to admit, I'm quite impressed."

Fi just stared at him, no emotion on her sky blue face. "If you seek company, you'll have to find it somewhere else, as I am currently not capable of going anywhere. I have to guard the Master Sword."

Ghirahim clacked his tongue, "What a painful job it is... Guarding a sword that is a mere illusion..."

Fi raised her head to look at him, panic flashing through her eyes. She turned around, only to see the airy illusion of the Master Sword, instead of its vast form. Once again, she turned to watch the demon, a very faint tinge of accusation in her empty eyes as she watched her opposite, "What have you done?"

"Me? Do you think I am the cause of this?" Ghirahim chuckled, "And I had always thought you were such an intelligent creature..."

Fi stared at him, slightly confused. The demon lord smiled slyly and knelt down in front of her, his fingers reaching out to touch her face. Ever emotionless, she followed his movements, without moving even one slightest bit herself. His fingers gently traced her lips.

"Don't you know, my lovely counterpart...? We are no longer in the world of mortals..." he whispered, his fingers now resting on her lower lip, "In this world, there exists no thing such as a sword... Here only exists us." With the last word, his fingers removed themselves from her lips, allowing her to speak again.

Fi only blinked, not knowing how to reply this statement. She turned her head to the Sword once more, not wanting to see the demon's triumphant face.

"Won't you change your mind now, darling?" The demon's hand gently stroked her upper leg.

The female Sword Spirit froze at his cold touch. One last time, she turned her head to look him in the eye.

"I see no point in conversing with you," she said in a steady voice, though her body was trembling lightly.

Ghirahim sighed, leaving his hand to rest on her thigh, "You might not realize yet, Sword Spirit, but I am the only one you will be able to converse with."

"I'd rather converse with no one than converse with you."

Ghirahim dropped his head, a painful expression crossing his face, "That hurts me," he said, "I had hoped to be able to talk to someone... Someone who'd understand me, being the only other Sword Spirit existing... It hurts me deeply to hear such hard words from you..."

Fi kept looking at him as he casted his eyes down. It seemed to her he was truly hurt. But what else could she have said? He was the enemy after all.

"Demon lord," she spoke, trying to sound softly, "It is forbidden for us to converse. It is the will of our masters that we remain split. We are not supposed to keep each other company. I am sorry to have hurt you."

Ghirahim raised his head again. That was one of the things he had least expected to happen, an apology of the emotionless spirit. That must have been a sign she wasn't fully incapable of feeling emotions...

"Well, tell me then, Spirit, what is your name?" he asked.

"Fi," she replied, "Fi is the name the Goddess has given to me."

"Fi..." he repeated, "Quite the beautiful name... Very fitting for a magnificent creature such as yourself..."

He moved himself to sit next to her on the elevation where the pedestal of the Master Sword rested on. Once more, he started caressing her upper leg in an attempt to evoke more emotions from her.

Her blue eyes followed him, "Again, demon lord, you should not be doing this. My calculations indicate a 90 % chance your master will not tolerate this."

"My master... I doubt he'd care... Then again, Fi, I'm not going to sit here waiting another eternity only to be treated like filth again... I want to..." His voice fell silent, together with the stroking of his fingers.

She waited for further explanation. He had made her curious, for sure, and she wanted to know the truth behind his sudden appearance and actions.

"Whatever..." He arose, "I guess there's no point in it... The Goddess hasn't blessed you with the beauty of emotions, so what kind of company would you be, actually?"

One snap of his fingers and he was gone again.

Fi stared at the empty space next to her. She felt an unexplainable feeling deep inside her. She was left wondering what it was the demon lord had wanted to tell her. It was something she wouldn't find out using her calculations...