Chap 18: Clothes, Thrones, and a Forest
"Hey, foolish girl." A voice whispered into my ear. "Why don't you wake up for a change?" The hot breath tickled my ear and sent shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes momentarily, still out of it from the sleep in my system.
"What do you mean?" I asked, moaning and clinging tighter to whatever was next to me.
I felt safe and warm again. I suppose it's like staying up very late the previous night then sleeping in until noon. You wake up so warm and comfy; you wish you could stay like that forever.
"I mean that I need to take care of something and you're preventing me from moving." The voice explained in a sort of low chuckle. I opened my eyes to see who was talking to me, but I quickly shut them once more.
There was a kind of orange glow coming from the window, shining right into my eyes and making me blind. I lessened my grip on whatever I was holding. Then, I slowly opened both my eyes, squinting past the light.
Ghirahim's white lips were pulled into a teasing smirk, the corners so defined that I wanted to reach out and touch them. I yawned, then realized I was clutching onto someone's shirt. And that someone's shirt happened to be Ghirahim's. I blushed, completely letting go of him and flexing my fingers. They were stiff from my tight grip on his shirt.
"Sorry," I murmured, sitting up.
"It's quite alright," He mused, sitting up as well. "I just didn't know you had such a strong grip when you're scared." He smirked again. I narrowed my eyes at him, confused.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, cracking my back. Oh that felt good.
"In the middle of the night, while the storm was still raging and lightning was flashing every few seconds, not to mention the thunder echoing through the castle, you were awake and shaking with fear." He informed me in great detail, getting out of bed.
I was still confused. "I don't remember any of this." Though, I had the nagging feeling that I hadn't slept too soundly at first.
"I suspected that you were half asleep." He stopped, turning to me. "I put my arms around you, thinking you were cold. However, you looked pained. And you flinched every time thunder sounded. It never occurred to me...you're that afraid of storms?" He inquired.
I looked up to see that he had more of a concerned and curious look than a smug one. Usually he would tease me about something like this.
"It's not so much the storms." I answered, frowning. "It's the loud noise of the thunder. In the distance, I like the sound of it. But when it's close...it freaks me out. My father used to yell a lot when I was younger, and I hated it when he'd yell at me..." I trailed off, going quite. I hated talking about my father.
"Oh." Was all Ghirahim could say.
I sighed again, getting up as well. I caught sight of Eldin Volcano, still billowing smoke, through the window. In the other window, the forest, Faron Forest, looked fresh and green. Yet in another window was a very still and flat yellow place, with heat waves rolling off the land.
I looked to the sky, seeing that the sun was just rising over the distance of the world. "Wow." I raised my eyebrows.
"What?" Ghirahim asked, looking at me, and then out the window. He silently wondered if it had something to do with outside.
"I actually woke up in the morning rather than the afternoon, or middle of the night. I haven't seen a sunrise in this world until now." I smiled, liking th feel of the morning upon me.
How the light kissed my skin, warming me, telling me that there was a possible good outcome for the day.
"Oh!" I called. "Ghirahim, what's that place?" I pointed to the strange yellow area.
"That's Lanaryu Desert." He stood behind me, smiling. Was it just me, or did he smile more often now?
"You're smiling...?" I said out loud, smiling as well.
"Foolish girl." He shook his head before moving over to his door. Yet his smile was still present on his face.
"Where are you going?" I asked, turning around.
"I'm going to my throne." He gave a slight groan. "I have to direct the bokoblins around for the day. Very boring stuff...just telling them what to do." He explained, rolling his eyes. "You'd think after years of serving me they would figure it out themselves, but they haven't. Goes to show what such mindless creatures they are."
"I thought they just roam the earth and torture innocent things. And the woman stay here, taking care of the castle." I reasoned, walking over to him.
"You should know that bokoblins aren't very bright. They rely on violence and they have horrible taste in underwear." Ghirahim stuck his tongue out; something that I laughed at. I'd never seen him act to childish, besides his bipolar moment in the forest.
"You can come with me, if you'd like." He suggested. I followed him out the door, thinking anything would be better than sitting in his room all day. I stopped short when I realized something while I walked.
"I can't go out looking like this." I quickly covered myself. I had been wearing that white dress from last night. It was more of a night gown, for I wasn't wearing a bra with it. And my boobs really needed the proper support, or it would be awkward walking around.
Ghirahim sighed, his eyes trailing over me. "You look fine." He turned around again. "Let's just go." I stomped my foot.
"Ghirahim! If you don't give me proper clothes I'll...I'll..." I tried to think of something I could do.
"You'll what?" He sighed.
"I'll throw a tantrum!" I held my head high, keeping my arms crossed so that my boobs weren't noticeable.
Ghirahim looked annoyed with me. "A tantrum? That's all you could come up with?" He asked. His smirk was showing again, for he thought he had the upper hand.
"Have you ever heard me scream at the top of my lungs?" I asked. He shook his head, no. "Do you want to find out how powerful my voice is? Because last time, I broke my mother's wine glass. And I'm sure you'd like to keep your windows intact." I warned, narrowing my eyes.
Ghirahim sighed in defeat. He walked down the hall. "Follow me." He demanded. "The female bokoblins make some clothes that I'm sure you'll fit into."
I followed him halfway down the hall before he stopped at a door, opening it. I peered inside and my jaw just about dropped to the floor. It was basically just a giant closet filled with clothes—most of them white. One side there was Ghirahim's type of clothes. On the other side there were women's dresses, skirts, and other kinds of stuff. Best part; they were all different sizes and shapes and colors. It was sort of like a mismatched rainbow.
"Whoa..." I breathed, walking into the room. "Why in the world do you have so much clothes?" I trailed my fingers across the fabrics. "And why are there woman clothes too?" Was I right in assuming that Ghirahim was a cross dresser?
"I treat my slaves with some sort of kindness! When they aren't cleaning my castle, they are off doing what they want. Wheather that be wreaking havoc on the forest or sewing clothes." He face fell a little bit at that. "I had more bokoblins who favored sewing clothes than I thought..." He trailed off, looking around himself.
I stopped when I felt the soft fabic, my hand running over it. I gasped, grabbing hold of what looked like a sun dress. My eyes went wide as I oogled it. I usually hate the color pink, orange being my more preferable color, but this thing was gorgeous! It was so pretty and just seemed perfect for me!
Ghirahim noticed me, smiling. "Well, go try it on if you want." He nodded his head as I turned to look at him. I smiled back before racing to his room, shutting the door behind me.
Of course, this is the point where I'd say that I tried it on the first time and it fit perfectly. That's what happens in a perfect story, anyway. But this story was far from perfect. Therefore, I am happy to say that the dress did fit, but was just a bit tight around my chest. My boobs stuck out just a little too much to my liking. And the cleavage wasn't the best either. My necklace didn't help that factor, because it only drew more attention to my chest.
I shook my head, trying to reason with myself. "It's just Ghirahim and the bokoblins, Gina. It's not like Jordan or a teacher or my mom is here." I trailed off, spinning around in the mirror. "It's just Ghirahim..." I smiled like a little kid in a candy shop. I really liked this dress.
I turned around, nodding my head to confirm my decision about the dress. "I love it! I'm not taking it off!" I opened the door, walking out. I turned to head down the hall, where I left Ghirahim.
"Ghirahim! Come look!" I called, my arms spread wide as if to show him the whole dress.
"Over here, stupid."
My heart gave a leap of surprise at Ghirahim's voice. I jumped as well, pressing my back to the opposite wall. I heaved air in and out my lungs as I turned to see Ghirahim laughing and leaning against the wall next to the door for support. His whole upper body shook, his head tilted up as the laugh resonated through the castle.
My face warmed with anger and annoyance. "Ghirahim! Don't do that! I hate surprises!" I yelled, glaring at him.
"You're cute when you're angry." He smiled, still chuckling. However, the smile soon fell when his eyes roamed over my body, making me feel embarrassed and uncomfortable under his gaze. He was just looking at the dress, right?
"You look..." He trailed off, almost as though he were stunned.
I smiled. "Nice?" I suggested, tilting my head. I didn't want to admit it, but I really hoped that he'd approve of the dress. That he would come closer to me, telling me that I was beautiful...
He stayed silent, his eyes showing so much emotion within them. They seemed to be sparkling with adventure as he stared at me.
Oh, please let him say nice. Or beautiful. Maybe just fantastic. Hell, I'd be find with him saying it was fabulous!
But then he narrowed his eyes, turning around. "You should take that off." He growled.
And my world crashed to a halt. The sound of breaking and falling glass shattered my eardrums. I couldn't believe he said that.
"What? Why? It fits me fine!" I reasoned with him. Yet suddenly, I felt very self conscious. It was like his approval had meant the world to me. But he didn't like it... "No!" I shouted. "I'm not taking it off! I actually like the color on me!" I crossed my arms and huffed, holding my head high. I was going to ignore his wants.
Though, deep inside, I felt ugly and unattractive. He didn't like the dress on me. Who the hell cares, though? It's just Ghirahim, right? He's an asshole for no reason sometimes. I still felt a lump form in my throat. NO! You will not start to cry! Not in front of him. Most certainly not over something as trivial as this.
I failed to miss the blush and the scowl on Ghirahim's face as he walked down the hall, for I was trailing behind him, silently fuming to myself over how stupid I was for wanting to cry.
And I definitely didn't know he thought the dress was actually very cute, wonderful and beautiful on me. He just didn't want me wearing it because he didn't want anyone else to see me in it. No, of course I didn't realize that. I only thought he hated the dress on me. Then again, I wasn't a mind reader. I couldn't read what was going through Ghirahim's head. Who would want to anyway?
We reached the small passage way that showed a good view of the grand chandelier. Ghirahim turned down that way, and I followed him. Of course, the chandelier took my breath away once again. Though the diamonds were a bit too much for me.
We walked past the chandelier and the balcony to a pair of stairs leading down to the throne room floor. There, I could see there were already some bokoblins waiting for their 'King'. As we entered, they started to make weird noises and shouts at each other, as though they were fighting.
Of course, female bokoblins were there as well. Once Ghirahim and I were on the floor, the female bokoblins started screeching and raising their hands above their head, yelling at the fighting bokoblins.
The moment Ghirahim and I sat down in his throne, the whole room went silent. The bokoblins all bowed to him. My eyes went to the size of saucers. "Holy shit..." I whispered, raising my eyebrows as well. The bokoblins rose from their bow. I turned to Ghirahim.
"You're like royalty." I stated, astonished at the bokoblin's actions. He only smirked at me, his eyes locking with mine for only a moment before he slouched in his throne, sighing. He turned back to his army of bokoblins.
"Alright, let's get on with this." He braced himself. "Who's first?" He monotonously asked. He leaned his head upon his hand. One bokoblin stepped forward, momentarily looking at me before back to Ghirahim. It opened its mouth and...well, I don't know what it did. I think it was talking, but all I heard was grunt noises and other strange sounds.
"Oh really? No matter; you ten over there." Ghirahim pointed to a group of green and red bokoblins. "Yes! You! Come here!" They stumbled over to him, noises and clanking all the way. "You're to go with this one here and head to Faron Forest. Do some usual patrols or something. I'll send more after you. Now go." At that, the bokoblins sped out of the room, heading to the forest.
I stared hard at Ghirahim, wondering how he could understand the bokoblins. He can't speak bokoblin, but he answered them as though they were talking English. I wanted to ask him, but at the same time I didn't want to interrupt him. So, I sat on the arm of his throne, leaning against the back rest. We would be sitting here a while, it seemed.
"Next?" He sighed, leaning his head in his hand once more.
Something poked me in the side, taking my attention from the diamond chandelier and to whatever poked me. Rather, the person who poked me. "Yes?" I asked, turning to Ghirahim with slight annoyance.
"Entertain me for a minute. These mindless things have gotten into an argument." Ghirahim sighed, lounging across his throne. One leg was placed on the other arm rest. For a moment, I pictured him as a lazy teenager watching TV.
I looked away from him and out into the throne room. The noise of the situation finally hit me. Bokoblins were making their strange grunts and squawks, all in a heated conversation it seemed.
"You're their ruler; can't you stop them?" I questioned, my face scrunched up in confusion. He full out laughed, throwing his head back and cackling to the sky.
"Foolish girl! No one in their right mind would be stupid enough to stop them!" He started, shaking his head. "It's completely useless either way. They enter their own little world when they start to argue. It's like trying to get a mute person to talk."
I tilted my head, smiling."They're that dumb, huh?" I asked, leaning towards him.
"You have no idea..." He sighed, shaking his head.
"What about those really fat ones?"
"Don't even get me started on them! The only smart ones that I could possibly hold a conversation with are the female bokoblins." His face now showed disgust. "Though, they like to talk about cooking and sewing and...girl stuff."
I laughed again. "Poor you! I'm surprised you didn't go crazy before you met me!"
"No." He chuckled. "If anything; you've drove me more into insanity." I smirked in response.
"I'm pretty sure I've done more than just that..."
"You're right." He agreed, leaning closer to me now.
All the noise in the room suddenly stopped, which caused me to turn and look. Ghirahim followed my lead.
The bokoblins all had small smirks on their faces as they watched us.
"What?" I questioned, crossing my arms now. One bokoblin spoke up in his strange language, in which Ghirahim turned a red color in the face. It was hard to tell if he was blushing or was just very angry.
"Ghirahim?" I asked, timidly.
"Everyone!" He exploded, standing up and waving his hands about. "Go do something! Anything that doesn't involve burning down my castle or driving me off a cliff with anger!" He continued, stepping down from his throne. All I could do was raise my eyebrows and stare at him. "I don't care what you do, as long as you leave me alone!" He shouted, finishing his little rant.
All the bokoblins dispersed at this, a few with looks of terror while others had looks of gratitude.
"What was that all about?" I asked, jumping off the arm rest, standing next to Ghirahim. He was still there, looking out into the now empty throne room.
"Nothing." He shook his head. Yet a blush was evident on his face.
"Apparently it's nothing if it's go you so upset." I smirked. He looked at me from the corner of his eye. I could tell he was trying his best not to blush so hard.
"It is honestly nothing. I'm just going to need to make something known to my servants very soon." He grumbled. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Typical guys.
"Alright, so what do we do now?" I asked. Ghirahim turned to my fully now, a smile present on his face. The blush was still kind of there.
"I know you hate it when I teleport." He started. "So why don't we go for a walk?"
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Ghirahim? Walk? Do those two words even exist together?
"Where?" I asked.
"How about the forest? I think the weather is just right for it too." He eyed my reaction.
Yes, Ghirahim was acting very strange and very un-Ghirahim like...but I wasn't about to waste this great opportunity. "Let's go before you change your mind." I nodded.
I took a deep breath of the fresh outside air, smiling. The sun was in the sky. It wasn't too hot yet, but it wasn't cold either. It was just perfect.
Yesterday it had rained, so the grass was slightly wet. I didn't mind; the smell of fresh rain on fresh grass was wonderful and calming.
Wind tickled my skin and rushed through the leaves of the trees as it blew through. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the heavens, letting the sun warm my face. Birds tweeted in response to the wind and sun. Something was brought to my mind.
The last time this forest was so beautiful and perfect was when I first came to my world.
I opened my eyes, my small peaceful moment now slowly fading away as realization took over.
I hadn't been back to the real world for a few days now. I think this might be the longest I've been away from it. Yet I found myself not wanting to go back. I could stay here. There was no school to worry about, no boys, certain crushes to mull over. There was no best friend back stabbing me. And most of all; there was no one to bother me from the real world.
There were only flesh eating monsters, beautiful sights to see, giant temples to roam, and an annoying Demon Lord named Ghirahim. The best part was that this was my world. I had it all to myself. No one from the real world, besides myself, could go here. Its mine. All mine.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Ghirahim asked. He sighed peacefully as well, the wind blowing his bangs out of his face.
"You have no idea." I murmured, closing my eyes again.
"I've always loved the forest. I don't know why, but when I need to clear my head I just come here and it seems as though all problems fade away." I smiled, turning to him.
"It's strange. I was just thinking about that." I twirled around in my sundress, stretching my arms above my head. "I have nothing to worry about here."
"I suppose this place is just magical, then."
I rolled my eyes at that, giggling. "Magical? Come on, that's just an excuse because you don't know how to explain in." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Besides, it sounds too girly for you."
Ghirahim pretended to be hurt, bringing his hand up to his chest where his heart would be. He gripped his shirt and made his face look as though it were in turmoil. "You dare defy my vocabulary? I'm hurt...ouch." He dramatically winced. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I had to talk a certain way, like you do."
I scoffed at him, pushing his shoulder. "Shut up, baby."
"I am not a baby!"
"The fact that you're arguing with me makes you a baby."
He rolled his eyes. "I give up."
"Good!" I beamed up at him. "You wouldn't have won anyway."
"I'd be careful, little girl. I'm still able to teleport us to the top of the great tree..."
My eyes went wide. "You wouldn't dare..."
"I don't know." Ghirahim shrugged. "I've done a lot of things I wouldn't dare to do since I've met you."
I nodded my head, agreeing with him. "You've got that right." I chuckled.
We both lapped into silence after that, just continuing our walk through the forest. It was peaceful, and mostly quiet. The wind rushing and the birds chirping had something to do with that.
Then we came to a pond full of crystal clear water. It wasn't small, yet it wasn't big. It was just...right.
"I want to go swimming!" I smiled, dipping my feet into the water. That felt so good!
"You go ahead; I'd rather not mess up my fabulous and perfect completion." Ghirahim explained, raising his head high. He reached up, flipping his bangs away from his face.
I grinned in an evil way, bending down and cupping some water into my hands. Before Ghirahim could question what I was doing, he was already sprayed with water, his hair wet. I laughed, throwing my head back. I sure got him!
"That wasn't funny, you foolish little brat!" He shouted, running into the water after me. I tried my best to run away, letting him chase me. But you can say that I'm a horrible runner in water.
Before I knew it, he lunged for me, and we were both under the water. We surfaced, gasping for air. I started to laugh, enjoying the moment with him. After a while, and when his scowl turned to a smile, Ghirahim joined in laughter with me.