I Don't own this anime [ oh wells ahha this is a Fakir X Ahiru story. Kinda of Ahiru X Mute and Ahiru X Fakire cause shes getting over Mute since he's with Rue.

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Once upon a time there was a handsome prince in a perfect kingdom. The prince was searching for his princess when a dark evil befell his kingdom. An evil raven! To save his home he gave his heart to seal the devious monstrosity, his night unable to do much to help his beloved prince. The night was a worthless, good for nothing who was sliced in hal-

With a gasp a teenage boy jerked foreword huffing for air. A thin film of sweat covered his face and neck as he raised a large, yet slender had to his head covering his forehead. "Why do I keep having dreams of that story…it's over…"

And indeed that story was over…well, at least the Princes story was over, but what about the Night…where was his happy ending?

"Qua!" restraining himself from leaping out of his skin he looked to the pillow next to him and saw a small duckling with shining orbs of blue. Worry.

"Gomen Ahiru…" sighing the youth lifted himself up from his covers and touched his bare feet to the ground, silently he made his way to his bathroom. The light flickered on and emerald eyes skimmed over the room as he began washing his hands in cool water. Soon enough he'd splashed his face with the water as if to wake himself up.

"Quuaa. Qua. Quack! Quack!" Ahirus squawks could be heard from the other room so still feeling a little sluggish the boy shuffled back to the room and lit the lamp next to his bed. Lazily he slipped into his chair and took out a quill and a crisp piece of paper. Daintily, ever so daintily he dipped the quill into some black ink.

Ahiru seeing that he was probably going to sketch, a newly acquired favorite past time since learning the dangers of writing, she walked around in a circle then settled down, one last approved look at her human friend. 'Qua.Quack..' 'Night Fakir'

With one last glance at him her eyes were closed and Fakir began his sketch of the sleeping duck. He started with the eyes.

A good hour had passed and Fakir had finished his sketch of the sleeping Ahiru.

Lightly he began to write next to the picture, the words not known until the pen moved onto the next word.

I gave up my heart for him, happily and willingly.

He always held it, even when the shadows of despair infected his heart.

Even when he didn't love me back,

He always held my heart.

So should it sound strange that I gave him my heart?

Knowing full well that my life would disappear forever, if only for everyone else's sake-for him

Should it be strange, bizarre that I loved him that I let him run off in his own fairy tale to leave me in the dust?

Now that was the past and here we are now…

My feathers are golden still, and I wonder-shall I ever grow to be a swan?

For what is the point of a swan without her prince? Could she ever find again a hope?

For what is the point of me without you- I would rather perish forever more in my pond.

Is this my only fate- is this forever?

Staring dully at the words he knew that this was Ahiru talking, speaking somehow through his pen. Rereading it over and over again he felt a twang in his heart. 'She still loves him…'

Hop that wasn't to horrible, constructive critism via review is helpful and needed for me to become a better writer. If you have any problems with the story please don't hessitate to tell me!!! ElishiaNoBaka