A/N- I was planning on writing this based sometime in my other fanfic- meadow of memory, but it wouldn't really fit and I wanted a better way of transforming her into a human... but you can fantasize and make up some other way for her to turn back. Oh, and sorry if anyone is confused who read this before (highly doubted), I accidentally uploaded the first chapter to another story... mai bad.

Another normal day at KinKan Academy...

"WHAT? I CAN'T SAY THIS!"

...or so you expected.

"Do you have any sense of volume, moron?"

"OW! Oh, hallo your Highness."

Fakir released her braid from his sharp grasp, as Ahiru breathed an exhausted breathless sigh (is it possible for a sigh to be breathless?) of relief as she picked up her dropped script.

"You know everyone can hear you. Anyways, why the scream in the first place?" Fakir beckoned.

Ahiru froze up, once again releasing the bunch of paper from her grasp. "D-Did you even... r-read the script?"

Fakir stared at her, ignoring the by-passers in the halls of the school's main building. He was thoroughly confused; she was so excited of receiving the main role in the school's upcoming play.

It was obviously bad if she was this shaken up by it. "No, haven't the time so far. Why, something wrong?" he spoke at last. Ahiru took a deep breath and handed him the once-again-received script.

"Read my last line, page 24," she spat out after a while of hesitation. He took the script and flicked through the pages. "I don't get it; you said you were really pleas-" he stopped dead in his sentence upon skimming through the lines and locating the final highlighted road of words. "Wait, y-you can't say this! I-I mean, to Mytho- Prince Siegfried..." he trailed of, fear over coming his over protective body.

No less than a month ago, Fakir had managed to return (his beloved) Ahiru to her human form after she had received a serious illness of which could easily kill off a mere duck in days. His desperation (and love- OW! What was that for, Fakir?) had succeeded to turn her back, as long as she wore a shard of a swans heart to keep her in that form. Fortunately, Ahiru had managed to make a few waterfowl friends during the days spent with (her beloved- sorry! Ahiru, I won't do it again...) Fakir, one willing swan named Grace accepted and enjoyed her presence, and willingly gave her emotion of hope for Ahiru's life. This however made Grace rather... dull. But it was all for Ahiru's sake.

"I know... even if my role as Tutu is over, I can't help but feel cautious about saying... 'the three words' toward him. And I wanted to spend as much time with him, Rue-chan and you, especially since they came back to visit for 3 weeks." Ahiru remained oblivious to the fact the part about wanting to spend time with Fakir had released a small tinge of red on his cheeks, but he quickly brushed it off. "And since Inu-san broke his arm, he kind of had to take his place and I-...I have to say..."

Fakir put his hand up in approval. "You don't have to remind me. Look, I-I'm sure we'll be able to wriggle out of this... we might be able to change the line or... anyway, I'm not letting your fate take control of your life. It'll be okay..." He nodded reassuringly. "...and stop looking so downcast. You know if you get depressed your gonna start taking it out on yourself... and if you don't look like that clumsy little moron we all know (and love- Ow! Sorry!), we'll get depressed along side you. D'you want the play to look like we were drunk hobos hired off the street to entertain the parents of thousands of students?" Ahiru forced out a shake of her head. "I think not. So go back to... whatever you were doing and we'll figure it out."

That was probably the most words she'd ever heard come out of his mouth. "Yeah. And besides, Mytho's not the one I lo-" she quickly clasped a sweaty hand over her blabber mouth.

"What? You need to learn to finish your sentences, you know."

Ahiru forced down a blush. "N-never mind! Just got a little side tracked! It's nothing! Really..." she assured.

"Hm. Whatever you say... moron," he muttered as he ruffled her hair and walked towards his next lesson. The bell rang and a slightly annoyed, dazed Ahiru was left staring down the hall at (I better not interrupt here...) Fakir, eyes scanning his back with a slight blush to her cheeks. "Oi, do you want a detention from Yagiko-sensei?" He called after her after seeing no response.

"...Ah! Sorry!" And with that she ran towards (her future husband- ack! Owowow! Sorryyyyy!) the ballet room, ignoring the cold stares of jealousy coming from... some of Fakir's strongest admirers as she walked side by side with him.

I guess if I get one review, I'll upload chapter two. oh, and don't expect to see this too often- i currently have 3 stories going on- dinner time murder/lust, meadow of memory and this. it is hard. go read one of my other fics and REVIEW- review, please. thx.