Are You Lovey Dovey-zura?
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Uzura watched as Ahiru and Fakir danced the Pas de Deux of Life across the giant ballroom. Uzura couldn't help but wonder how. How was it that Ahiru was a human again, orange haired and clumsy? How was it that they seemed so lovey dovey, but whenever she asks Fakir he simply blushes and refuses to say anything? How was it possible that Fakir could pay for that dress Ahiru was wearing?
Ahiru gave an elegant leap and Uzura gasped in happiness. Ahiru had gotten so graceful in dancing, yet while she wasn't Ahiru was as clumsy as a butterfly without its wings. Uzura laughed at the irony.
The clock tower struck twelve times, each strike pronounced by a loud bong, and the music slowed to a halt. Uzura watched as Fakir gave Ahiru one of his not-so-rare-anymore smiles, which (in Uzura's opinion) lit up the ball room more than the hundreds of candles situated around the enormous room.
Ahiru and Fakir walked to where Uzura was standing, finally finished dancing.
This was her moment, Uzura thought. If she didn't ask now who knows when she'll find out if Fakir was lovey dovey!
"Fakir-zura!" Uzura called out.
Fakir turned to Uzura, the not-so-rare-anymore smile still on his face.
"Yes, Uzura?" He replied.
"Are you lovey dovey-zura?"
Fakir blushed once more and turned away, so did Ahiru. Uzura sighed, maybe I'll never find out if Fakir was lovey dovey. Uzura looked at Fakir, her eyes beseeching. Fakir looked back and Uzura watched as steely resolve formed in his eyes.
Uzura sucked in a breath as Fakir turned to the blushing Ahiru and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing his chin on her head. Fakir let out a soft whisper:
"Yes, Uzura. I am lovey dovey."
Uzura smiled.
A/N: Right…Another one-shot. I felt that this one had much more potential and that I could've done better, but this is my final draft. I can't really see a way to improve it much (except in grammar, my weak spot). Alright then, review if you like it!