#zraid

               It wasn’t that they didn’t see each other, rather they chose to ignore the other in a sense.

           Ghirahim recognized those mismatched eyes, and that unruly hair, even if it was tied into a bun. He recognized her voice, a calculated song. She held the sword on her back close to her body.

           He almost scoffed seeing her. Reborn as a Sheikah, still a slave to the goddess and her hero.

           Fi noted the sword on his back. She noticed the annoyed look in his eyes. His handsome face. She smirked at his reborn form. A Yiga, dirty traitor. He was even scarfing down a banana.

           “I’m sorry, have we met before?” Ghirahim tested the waters, knowing Fi could strike him down, even if she wouldn’t.

           “I don’t think we have, at least, not in this life.”

           “My mistake.” He smiled at her. They both knew. But they also had to return to the masters they chose.

           They both heard shouting, knowing neither side was aware of the other.

           “Let’s go Fi! Princess Zelda is waiting!” A young boys voice rang out. Ghirahim could see him, a tiny boy, too small to wield the blade on Fi’s back. Fi smiled warmly like she had raised the boy. This fact wouldn’t surprise Ghirahim. She had watched him grow over so many lifetimes. She probably raises the boy in this time.

           “Coming, Master Link!” Fi shouted back. “Next time we meet, we will probably be in battle.”

           “Train your master well, Blue Bird.” Ghirahim encouraged.

           “I always do, which is more than I can say for you.” The sass and smirk caught Fi off guard. “Goodbye, Ghirahim.” She walked off.

           He watched her get tackled by Link with laughter.

           “Let’s have pumpkin soup for dinner!”

           “If you finish your studies.”

           “Ok!”

           Ghirahim watched them walk off. Suddenly his banana was bittersweet tasting.

           “Ghirahim!” One of his fellow Yiga caught up to him. “Where is your mask?!”

           “On my hip. Why should I deprive this world of my beauty?” Ghirahim asked, smiling.