A/N: To my guest reviewers, I'm so sorry that I haven't been responding to you all. I'm not really used to getting anonymous reviews, so most of the time, they catch me by surprise. But I will try to respond to you all as best as I can. :D And if by some chance I don't, please know that I do read all of your reviews, even if don't comment on them.

Lady-Gagahim: Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :D

Kitchan: I'm glad that you're enjoying them so much. I did actually feel bad for Link not having a family, so the idea of Ghirahim kind of being his knight in shining armor came to mind. And I apologize if some of your reviews haven't shown up until now. I rarely visit the site unless I'm updating, so I don't moderate reviews at all. They do show up and I do read them though. And thank you so much for your nice comments.

Rienne: I realize you reviewed the last two chapters, but I'm including you in here cause you deserve a response as well. Your guess is as good as mine when it comes to the fact why this story has less reviews than others on here. But I don't really mind just as long as people enjoying reading my story. I will admit, I see the appeal in placing Link and Ghirahim in every smutty situation imaginable, but I want at least one story that I can work on without the stress of writing the smut just right. Plus, I just love these oneshots/drabbles as they are. Sweet, innocent, and slightly suggestive. And I'm glad a lot of people enjoy that as well.

Theme: Deep in Thought

Warning: mentioning of blood and violence

Link sighed as he stared into space. He had just gotten back from Eldin Volcano and the events that had happened there were still fresh in his mind. He knew that he probably should be getting to the next area so that he could catch up with Zelda, but something inside of him just couldn't find the motivation. Not to mention, he was still injured from his fight with Scaldera.

His entire body was littered with burns, cuts, and bruises, so he thought that he was guaranteed at least a day's worth of rest. Even though he would love to sleep for a month. Even just a week would be good.

Scratching the back of his neck- a habit that he had started to develop as of late-, Link though back on his time at Eldin. One particular memory of the woman who had saved Zelda from harm's way came to mind all of a sudden and Link scowled. Sure, he had been a bit delayed in getting to the end of the temple, but that didn't warrant the verbal lashing that he got. Did she not realize that he had to fight against a large burning ball of rock? Or that he had to constantly had to deal with Ghirahim? Without any sort of help once so ever except for his own skills and Fi's advice?

And where had she been during those battles anyway? How convenient that the one time he really needed help with a boss, the nameless woman showed up to sweep Zelda off her feet and take all the credit. Where was she at Skyview Temple? Where was when Zelda got swept off her Loftwing by a tornado?

Link huffed tiredly. He had no right to blame the woman. She did save Zelda after all, when he couldn't. And that was good.

A sharp throbbing pain started to make itself apparent in his chest and legs. Link hissed and decided to cease his thoughts where they were. No use pitying himself while he was in pain. That would only make his pain more abundant. And Professor Owlan had said what anything that made his pain worse would just slow down his recovery. So, Link decided to go ahead and catch up on some of the sleep he hadn't been able to get while he was on his journey. His eyes fell shut once his back hit the sheets and he could feel himself starting to doze off already.

Ghirahim growled low in his throat as he stared at the remains of Scaldera. The thing had been completely useless and a waste of his magic. He had had a feeling that the pathetic beast would lose to the chosen hero, but a small part of himself had entertained the notion of watching the hero burn. He had thought that the child was still weak, too weak to handle one of his own creations. He had stayed hidden in the shadows, nerves jumping in excitement. His mind had gave him several images of loud cries of pain leaving the child's mouth, begging him for mercy. But now, he had to wait until that dream came true.

Yes, it was annoying that the hero was still alive and would continue to interfere in his plans. But on the other hand, Ghirahim was quite happy with the situation. He wanted to be the one to destroy the child with his own hands. Just the thought of the child's blood flowing over his hands brought a smile to his face. That blood-red liquid dripping down the hero's tanned skin was to tantalizing to imagine.

Licking his lips, Ghirahim returned his attention back to the rubble at his feet. Knowing the Skychild and the Goddess' vessel, they were probably going towards the desert. And as he found out just a few days ago, deep within the desert was the Gate of Time. He had been searching for years for the gate and now, he had found it. It would offer the gateway to reviving his master.

Oh, so many possibilities of what could happen in the desert. Torturing the child, taking the Goddess' vessel into his possession, and killing the dog of the Goddess. Not to mention, he could possibly bring back his master.

Shivering at the thoughts, Ghirahim stepped back from Scaldera's remains. He lifted his hand and let his eyes move over the surrounding area to take in the detail. It wasn't like he was going to come back to the area anyway. Once he was satisfied, the Demon Lord snapped his fingers and disappeared from the temple.

This one is really short. Shorter than the author's note, and that's kind of pathetic of me. T_T