A/N: Okay, so the fanfic takes a turn in this chapter but please bare with me. Everything has a reason behind it.

It turned out that the hero and demon would cross paths rather soon, less than a week to be exact. But throughout those grueling days, Ghirahim had lost even more of his energy and strength. He was severely dehydrated, starving, and the heat wasn't helping his condition. Once he got inside of the temple, the temperature only seemed to rise higher and higher as he went further and further into the dungeon.

And here, in the final room, it was basically simmering. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he cursed his foul luck. His hands even had a slight shake to them as he carefully redid the bandages on his left arm before slipping his glove back on.

As he waited for his foe to make an appearance, he practiced some new techniques with his dagger and tried to strengthen some of his weaker spells. But the more he exerted himself, the dizzier he became. Finally, after his vision flickered, he decided to just stretch while he waited.

He slowly walked over to a wall and balanced himself before reaching a foot up onto the wall. He straightened his leg completely and pushed himself closer against the wall until there was no space left, and he had successfully made his legs a straight line that was parallel with the wall. He took a deep breath, relaxing his muscles. In his deep concentration, the demon basically jumped off the wall as the sound of doors opening startled him, but he was quick to regain his composure as his guest entered.

The hero's face immediately fell at the sight of the demon lord and Ghirahim grinned. Apparently, he had left quite the impression on his Skychild.

"Fancy meeting you here," he over-joyously greeted. Link only scowled in response. "Not much of a talker today, are you?"

The swish of a sword being unsheathed was the only answer Ghirahim got. "Very well then, if you have no last words, I'll be happy to show you to your deathbed," he taunted. Then, in a blink of an eye, he disappeared.

It was honestly an overused move on his part. He used it in almost every battle with his enemies, but there was a certain charm to it. No matter how many times it was performed, it always unnerved his enemy. However, as he reappeared behind Link, his strength was waned from conducting so much magic into his first move, especially in his already weakened state. So when he grabbed the other's sword, intending to yank it out of the Skyloftian's grasp, he was only able to indignantly engage in a game of tug of war with Link.

Either he was miserably weak that day or the hero had grown stronger. It was probably a combination of both. Link's grip on the hilt of his sword wouldn't give, and the magic Ghirahim had to use to be able to touch the blade without getting cut was quickly depleting his stamina.

"Let go of it, you wretched brat," Ghirahim growled, his irritation clearly showing through. He wasn't used to not being stronger than those he despised.

"It's my sword!" Link exclaimed, disbelief soaking into his voice. "If you want to stab me, get your own!"

Ghirahim's lips drew back into a snarl as he channeled a burst of magic to the sword, hoping it would knock the blade out of Link's hands. The demon's anger kept him from concentrating properly though, and the force of his magic knocked the sword out of both of their grips. They both swiveled their heads to watch as the blade skidded down the stone floor, a tense silence following. The demon was the first to react, and shoved Link backwards before making a run for the sword.

Ghirahim was almost to the blade when Link harshly bumped into him, sending both of them tumbling to the ground. The demon managed to grab ahold of the hilt with a hand as he landed painfully on his back, but he barely had time to catch his breath as Link accidentally landed on top of him with a small "oof." He tried to hold the sword up to injure the boy, but soon realized there was another hand on the hilt as well.

"Let go of it," Link spat. The boy was officially fed up and wanted nothing more than to get off of his enemy, but one of them would have to let go of the sword for that to happen.

"Over my dead body," Ghirahim seethed back.

They had an awkward stare down. Their chests were pressed flush together to where they could feel one another breathing, and their legs were tangled together. Finally, Link's hard glare softened, and the demon now had an overwhelming desire to flee from the other. He was not fond of the innocent expression that now covered the other's face. Link leaned forwards to where their noses brushed, and Ghirahim's eyes widened uncomfortably. The demon lord didn't know what the boy was planning, but he didn't like it.

"I was right when I said you were attractive last time," Link whispered. Ghirahim didn't respond, only watched the other warily. "It's a shame all we do is fight."

The hero gave a barely noticeable tug on the sword and inwardly groaned when he realized it would take much more to distract the male beneath him.

"Can't we do something else?" Link purred, trailing his lips along the other's jawline at the end of his question.

Ghirahim closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, now fully aware of what the other was up to. He wasn't stupid; he knew this was a trap. But no matter how much he reasoned with himself, his heart sped up at every false compliment. Link had been able to pick up on his insecurities during their first fight, and didn't mind using them against the demon.

"You're so beautiful," Link breathed out. Ghirahim's eyes flew wide open as he felt the other's free hand trail down his side to his hip to his... Once again, the demon screwed his eyes shut, but this time he couldn't steady his breathing.

Link gave another light tug at the hilt but was faced with the same result. Hiding his disgust, he pushed forward in his game of deceit.

"Stop," Ghirahim croaked out, immediately hating how his normally confident voice now sounded. Link didn't stop, but kept graciously tending to his foe's most sensitive area.

The demon let out a small pant, and he hated himself for it. He hated how flustered he was, and how excited his body was becoming. He hated how he was growing hard under the hero's touch when he knew that damned bastard meant nothing that he said. He hated this entire situation.

Distracted by his self hatred, Ghirahim's fingers numbly let go of the sword.

Immediately, Link grabbed his sword and hopped up to his own two feet, preparing to strike the demon beneath him, but Ghirahim was too fast. The demonic creature hurriedly called upon his own rapier as he got up to his feet. His pupils were dilated, and it was very obvious that the hero had managed to get him aroused.

"I will kill you!" Ghirahim screamed before lunging at the boy.

The demon, though his anger, fought furiously and fiercely, but too much emotion clouded his actions and he was messy. His defense was not up to par, and by the end of the fight, most of him was covered in crimson.

A loud clang echoed through the room as he dropped his own sword and fell down to his knees. His body heaved, trying to get air into his system. He was vulnerable, on the brink of death, but he still managed to glare at the boy above him.

"The next time we meet, you will die. I will kill you," Ghirahim promised. Link only smirked back at him.

With what little energy he had left, he willed his magic to teleport him away. Ghirahim was able to get himself just out of the temple, but he could only take a few more shaky steps before he collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.

A/N: I think I accidentally made Link too evil. Oops.

The next couple chapters probably won't involve him though, so it's all good.

WHY DID NOBODY WARN ME THAT ATTACK ON TITAN IS SUPER DEPRESSING. MY EMOTIONS ARE NOT OKAY RIGHT NOW.

I think this chapter was a lil better than the last but idk