So, Hello there everyone!

For those of you who probably don't know me (which I imagine is a large lump sum), I'm Bara-Shoku Megane... I guess you could say that I'm not new to the fanfiction business, but I am definitely rusty at it since it feels as though I've had no time to practice at all. Being a junior in high school sucks immensely, and I don't imagine Senior year getting any better. I started out writing fanfictions for Junjou Romantica, but I am a HUGE fan of the Legend of Zelda franchise. Every game makes me happier and happier when I play them.

Never before have I ever thought I would start shipping people from this game at all (Except for Zelda and Link, of course). But its like those game makers knew there would be yaoi fangirls playing this game! And so, I found out about the wonderful world of Ghiralink...Oh goodness.

So, i won't waste your time with my beginning Authors Note here, I mostly wanted to introduce myself and explain the story. I prefer it when the bad guys win sometimes, I won't lie. It makes things...interesting. ;)

'What a refreshing sound. The splitting of skin from metal on flesh...'

The dark, jagged sword began to rise once again, upon deflecting the futile swings of the so-called "Master Sword". The metal and the flesh had connected once more, causing the water underneath and the blood that spilled to slowly intertwine, the blood causing swirls within the water as the two liquids danced together. The dark skies had begun to produce more lightning, only illuminating the silhouettes of the figures that stood on the blanket of water and causing the reflections to become all too clear. There was a larger figure, his dark skin only intensified the color of his bright red eyes. His hair seemed ever growing, the ends whipping this way and that as though it was a raging flame, and as it flew through shades of red, orange and yellow, the whipping only encouraged the idea. He was monstrous, his arms scaly and his back thorny, his feet held razor sharp claws and teeth that matched. Overall, his build was muscular, but not as muscular as one who takes care of oneself and has a healthy body.

It seemed as though it could only be matched by that of hercules...

Of a god.

'Hands and knees scraping against the ground in a desperate attempt to crawl away...'

The lightning flashed once more, the water displaying the second silhouette that now faced the ground. Dark droplets fell from the temple into the water, and the pointed hat that could be called green was now stained a ruby red. Sandy brown hair hid under shades of black and red, suggesting it was full of dried blood as well as fresh blood that continued to fall. His outfit was a single one-piece tunic, the cloth full of holes and tears. Underneath, the chainmail contained holes as well, the broken pieces lodged into gashes deeply engraved in his torso. Each time the lightning struck, he could see his own reflection in the water. His blue eyes wide with panic as he felt a pounding in his head and the blood continuing to pour from the wounds that were inflicted.

'And a scream of pain from a boy who didn't know what he was dealing with...The goddesses hero indeed...'

The sword met with his back once more, cutting into his flesh deeply until he could feel a cool wind sliding against the nerves in his back. His face quickly met with the ground, and he began to curse himself as he stared at the broken pieces of sheild that lie around him. If only he had given himself time to allow it to regenerate, to fix itself. He started to call out to his compainion, a dry whisper broke out while the dark figure stood above him.

"Fi..."

Immediately, a female voice responded. The voice seemed to echo against walls that were non-existant, and speak in a tounge that sounded foreign and the boy understood her as though he had been speaking that language all of his life.

"Yes, master Link? "

He had wished she could give him a weakness, a smidge of hope even. Anything that could mean that he would not break his promise to her, to the old woman, or even to the Goddess...

To Zelda.

But instead, he knew he was done for. Even having the power of the triforce on his side, he knew he had used up his last bit of energy. His potions were gone, and he felt as though his life energy was draining away. He had failed everyone he loved, and soon they would all be part of a master plan that could have been avoided if he had gotten stronger. If he hadn't relied so much on the master sword and had grown his own strength. Those blue irises of his began to cloud over with tears, not only out of pain, but out of despair...out of fear...but most of all...

Out of guilt.

"Fi. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The raspy voice continued, he repeated the words as though it was the only thing he knew how to say. The only thing he could say. The only thing he wanted to say. He began listing names of everyone he knew, everyone he loved, and following each and every name with an overly apologetic sorry. He couldn't help himself. Even as the goddess's chosen hero, he couldn't change that fact that he wasn't a god. he was a boy. A mortal boy, who was going to die.

Fi only watched as Link stared at his own reflection in the water, sobbing uncontrollably purely out of a mixture of hatred and disappointment in himself. Although she lacked a grasp of human emotions, and therefore could not empathize with the boy, she could still see he was in a lot of pain. As the larger figure watched the boy sob and curl up, a wide grin on his face as he drank in the boys pain, Fi slithered out of the sword on the boys back, and into the darker one that lay in the hands of the man.

Once inside of the red gem, Fi regained her human-like form. Her blue glow shone through the whole dark cavern that was held in the sword, and she began to search around for the spirit that lay inside. Her movements were cut short when her solid blue eyes met with a pair of solid white eyes staring her down. Their eyes only met for seconds before Fi jumped back, dodging a swift kick that had almost been dealt straight to her temple. A soft growl could be heard from the figure straight across from her, a man with solid black skin, white hair that pointed at the tip in a way that almost reminded her of her master, and a gemstone that matched the one she had entered sitting directly on his chest.

"Ghirahim..." Fi began. "I am detecting an aura around you that is of a familiar kind. An aura that is 85% similar to the one that you held around you as you told Master Link of your anger towards Impa for taking the goddess-reincarnation, Zelda, with her to the Temple of Time." She paused, noticing that Ghirahim's expression only darkened at this observation. "My calculations indicate that there is a 95% chance you are feeling just as angry now, though for a different reason." Her expressionless attitude only seemed to make him angrier.

"Of course I'm angry!" He shreiked, baring his fangs at her. "Of course my master is back, and it fills me with a happiness that I cannot describe...and yet." He turned his attention to the small gateway to the outside world, where he could view everything from the comfort of the dark room. "I wanted that pleasure to be all my own. I wanted to kill that boy and beat him past the point of begging for mercy, to beat him until he was unrecognizable. I wanted that pleasure all to myself. And yet, my master, although powerful and the man that I give my life for gets to have that pleasure for his own."

Upon hearing these words, Fi - with her ever expanding mind - began to quickly put together a plan. A plan that she calculated a 60% success rate. To her, that was more than enough.

"Ghirahim, if I may suggest..." She watched as he glared at her, obviously in no mood to hear whatever suggestions she wanted to give. "Why don't you speak to your master? Perhaps even talk him out of killing master Link. If you mention your desires, with a valid reason, I calculate a 75% chance of your master listening to your pleas. Why don't you speak with him?"

Ghirahim, although he looked as though he was turnining a blind eye to the gaurdian of the goddess, upon hearing this suggestion perked right up. "Yes..." He muttered, a sly grin creeping across his face. "Yes, Yes! I will not have that boy broken down by the hand of my Master. I need to feel the satisfaction of beating him senseless myself."

Ghirahim began to crawl over to the open space, speaking into it just in time to interrupt his master giving the finishing blow to the already beaten and battered boy. "Master Demise!" He cried, and watched as the sword stopped.

"What could it possibly be at a time like this, Ghirahim?" Demise spoke, his voice sounding cracked and dark. His expression changed to one of annoyance as he looked back at the sword.

"Master! Please, listen to me. I have an idea. What if, instead of killing the boy...

We make him one of us?"

So that's it so far. It's not too great for a starting out chapter, but I guess I could say that I have a lot of good ideas for this fanfiction. But, I would much rather I hear expressed interest in this rather than continue writing it and nothing happens.

So, feel free to read it, and even feel free to review it. I don't mind if you do one or the other or both.

Until next time!