Spandex-Verse

"Sky child…" He didn't want to listen - he just wanted to get away, escape the darkness. "Sky child..." He pushed himself back into the ice cold wall, willing himself to become a part of the crumbling stone. "Sky child..." He clamped his hands over his ears. "Sky child..." He could still hear it, that calm, yet deadly whisper. "Sky child... You can't hide from us... We will find you." "Shut up!" he shouted, his voice still barely more audible than a whisper. "Sky child…" ... "We can't move yet. Link needs to recover. He looks like he's been to Hell and back, for goddess sake!" Pipit stomped his foot while crossing his

Link moaned in pleasure as Dark did magic with his hands, mostly his fingers. Dark smirked at his lighter twins reaction to his moments. Link was laying on his stomach in his bed. "You like this?" Dark asked leaning over and whispering into his lighter twin's ear. "Yeah... I'm amazed Ghirahim doesn't enjoy this." The fallen hero responded followed with a small exhale. "Well, it's his loss."Dark's fingers danced along the flesh before rubbing the area with lotion. "Yeah... you have to teach me your secrets so I can do the same to you one day." Link replied. "Oh, don't worry, you'll get it someday. You just have to practice." "I know, but

The small, windowless chamber that had once served as a bedroom was in ruins. Dust, stirred up from the sudden movement of the room's contents, still sat in the air, making it stuffy. Nose twitching up in irritation, the demon dug his razor sharp fingernails into what used to be a rosewood dresser. A forgotten, still lit candle, sat on the broken pieces of furniture, giving off a dim orange glow. The yellow flame flickered every few seconds and grew, the Demon Lord's fury a better fuel source than the wick sticking out of the white stick of scentless wax. Snarling, Ghirahim carelessly threw the mass of splintered wood across the room as if i

"Dark..." The raven haired boy groaned sleepily rolling over in his bed. He was too comfortable to wake up now. "Dark!" The whisper came again along with a soft slap to his cheek. He groaned in irritation,  his twin probably waking him from the cause of a nightmare no doubt. The "hero" could stand in defiance to the biggest monster, yet a small nightmare could scare him. "Dark. Wake. Up." Dark growled lowly deep in his throat before rolling back over in the silk sheets to glare at his twin. "What?" The boy hissed ready to choke his lighter half. "Merry Christmas!" The blonde smiled and held out a package with a green bow. "What is this?"

It was incredible... "What is it?" I ask curiously . Not taking my eye's off the fluffy white things falling from the sky.. It was like rain..but softer. I was standing in the doorway ,not yet trusting the foreign objects. Ghirahim rolled his eye's and stepped outside. "It's just snow," He stated as if it were obvious . "Snow?" Curiously I reached my hand out. Shivering as three cold flakes landed and melted on my skin. "It's cold.." Demise looked amused as did Ghirahim . "Come on Skychild." About to take a step forward I cry out as I feel a force impact my back, making me land face first in the snow. "Hey!" Ghirahim let out a laugh as he s

"Flying through the snow-" "Shut up!" "On a loftwing made for two-" "Shut up!" "Above the clouds we soar-" "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" "Laughing all the way! Ha ha h- AH!" Dark was truly tired of this singing! The songs like Jingle bells! It infuriated him! He was quietly reading a book when this singing started! He ended up tackling his lighter twin to the dark carpet below. "Bells on Skyloft ring-" Dark slapped the blonde boy silencing him. "I don't care where you're from! I don't care about your past life! If you want to keep that damn tongue of yours, you'll shut your mouth!" "Listen grumpy, Christmas is my life." Link replied w

Snap. Daggers glided swiftly through the air, aimed at the boy in green. He was in a stance to deflect with that pitiful wooden shield, when the hilt of his blade began to flash. Distracted, the boy didn't have time to register that the daggers sent towards him had pinned him to the nearest wall. He furrowed his brow in utter annoyance as a spirit materialized in front of him, telling him something about a remote being low. (Maybe it was code for something.) As I approached him, I flashed my amazingly white teeth at the distressed boy in front of me, pinned to the wall by none other than my daggers. Those amazingly white teeth were soo