Hey, stalkers- I MEAN, guys! This is a little Fakiru fluff story me and Fauxfire101 have been working on for a while. Because we had to, as proud members of the Fakiru Fan Club Union. We're also annoying brother exterminators, so give us the message, if you need your annoying brother exterminated. That out of the way, please take note this may contain mild- mild swearing, mainly just those Fakir uses through out the series. It...uh, look out for Soske as well, he's a bit...shady around...women. \ (^o^) / Sorry guys! Blame Fauzfire101 for his pervy attitude! XD Uh, this is kind of based off of a true story, that me and my writing (character-abusing) partner conveniently share, so...enjoy! If our misery is enjoyable! :D
Ahiru shuffled her feet. She was looking down, and her face was bright red. The the two of them were sitting out on a bench next to the abandoned lake, and Ahiru was attempting (and failing) to build up the courage to say something she'd never said before. Something she would literally have to sacrifice her own life to say, back then, that is.
Fakir wasn't exactly annoyed. Ahiru was irritating, no doubt, but in a cute, innocent way. Yet, it was the third time that week she had called him out the the lake, and she still hadn't said a word. Fakir wasn't one to object, but he still had a desperation to know what the hell was going on.
Would she really turn into a speck of light if she confessed? No. That was just Tutu. Ahiru wasn't tutu. She was Ahiru. Her feelings were her own. 'I'm going to tell him this time. For real now. I'm not kidding around! I have to tell him,' Ahiru mused anxiously. "I- I lo-" she stuttered.
"Pardon? Excuse me, I didn't catch it," said Fakir, who was staring at two young birds -in a neat, sophisticated way- up high in a tall oak tree.
"Well..." she whispered.
Well, that blew it.
He lost his patience.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't start saying something if there's nothing you have to say!" shouted Fakir, standing up. Ahiru shivered, unsure whether the action was provoked by the remaining silkiness in the tone of his voice, or his increasing volume. Either way, she winced and cowered down.
"Oh- Sorry about that. I guess I lost control," said Fakir, half shocked at what he had done, half embarrassed. The salmon-haired female forced herself to talk.
Lurching out of sight from the oblivious lovers- ehem, pair (F-Fakir, I'm sorry! o), a male figure released a menacing gaze upon the awkward scene. The male in question, Soske by name, was infuriated. Again. Fakir, Fakir, Fakir. Always him. Never Soske himself. Be the cause Fakir being a prodigy at ballet, Soske failing epically at the subject, or another, there was absolutely no way he would allow his Ahiru to confess to that man-slut. Today or ever.
"I-I love-" Ahiru whimpered when the confidently refreshed Soske launched himself at Fakir. Fakir, startled yet all too aware of this course of action, stepped away. But to his surprise and horror, instead of smashing into the ground, Soske fired/knocked Ahiru into the lake.
There was a minuscule split second when Ahiru was in mid-air. In that second, Ahiru blurted...the word, and changed into the small yellow bird that she was ever familiar with- her true form. She then plummeted into the water and re-transformed into a human female.
Fakir's face was red with anger.
...And something else.
"Why you son of a-" boomed Fakir, grasping Soske by the shoulders and shaking his form roughly.
Soske, inside, was ashamed of himself. Yet he was over-joyed that she hadn't confessed. And he still held the strongest hatred for Fakir. Ahiru coughed and re-surfaced from the water. Soske gulped, whistled, and openly gazed. His eyes fixed pointedly on Ahiru's bared flesh, next opting to move greedily downward.
Ahiru still hadnt quite processed the fact that she was completely and utterly nude as of yet. She wondered why the boy had that giddy expression on his face, and why he wasn't looking her straight in the eye.
Fakir first coloured light crimson, the flush to his cheeks spreading like an uncontrollable forest fire until he could no longer think straight. He yelped after retrieving his senses, an audible whimper cut off when he dove into the lake, searching hastily for Ahiru's school uniform to no avail.
It was overwhelming. Soske shakily paced up to Ahiru. He slowly reached out with both hands, then he pushed them in quickly. Ahiru still wasn't quite sure what all the fuss was about.
Fakir gaped upon Soske attempting to touch Ahiru, Anger boiling inside his veins as he yanked himself out of the sloshing water. Just before Soske's hands had a chance to land on Ahiru, Fakir tackled him and punched him full in the face. Blood oozed out of Soske's nose. He grasped Fakir's neck and squeezed.
"Clothes..." choked Fakir.
Ahiru pondered to the meaning behind his croaky voiced words. She glanced questioningly down at her exposed, dripping body. Her cheeks lit on fire, I mean almost literally. She muttered a hurried 'quack' and once again transformed. The light-headed waterfowl dove into the lake to retrieve her clothing.
The males included in the drama never ceased in continuing to rip each other apart through punches and blasts to the shin. Soske gasped for sweet oxygen and sputtered, "I'll never forgive you for this!" "I swear I'll kill you, and it will not be the last thing I do, rest assured!" yelled Fakir not-as-desperately.
And thus began the rivalry.