THIS IS A STORY THAT WILL HAVE FAKIRxAHIRU STRICTLY!!!!!!!

THE CHARACTERS MIGHT NOT ACT LIKE THEMSELVES FOR SAKE OF MY STORYLINE!!! IF YOU WANT MORE REALISTIC STORY, THEN READ MY OTHER STORY! LINK IS: THIS STORY OF FAKIR & AHIRU TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It was morning, & reluctantly Fakir woke up from his peaceful sleep. In fact, he's had pretty good sleeps lately since Ahiru became human again.

Ahiru. Fakir looked to his left & saw Ahiru still sleeping. She was stubborn last night, saying he shouldn't sleep on the floor while she had the bed. Fakir shook his head gently. He still didn't know how Ahiru convinced him to sleep on the bed. It was comforting somehow. But Ahiru seemed to have that power over people. Making you feel that everything will be alright.

As Fakir got out of bed Ahiru stirred, and opened her large, sapphire-blue eyes. "Ohio Fakir!" Fakir sighed. Only Ahiru would have this much energy in the morning. "You're hungry aren't you?" Ahiru's stomach growled in response. She was of course embarrassed, and tried to explain. "I-I mean Fakir, I a little hungry, b-b-but not famished or anything! I sure birdseed still tastes good!" "Nonsense Baka, I'll start making something." "Oh no Fakir! I'll make breakfast!" Fakir was taken back a little. Ahiru? Make breakfast? I didn't even know she could cook. Being a duck most of your life wouldn't give you experience in the culinary department. Fakir decided to give her a chance. "Sure, just don't burn down the house."

As Ahiru went to get breakfast ready Fakir decided to finish a previous story of his he was writing.

Ever since Fakir learned he had his ancestor Drosslemeyer's talent, or in his opinion curse, Fakir has been writing the story for Kinkan Town. Unlike normal towns, this place wasn't controlled by a mayor, but by written word. After Fakir broke Drosslemeyer's writing machine he had to be the one responsible to write the town's story. It was simple for the most part, since Fakir knew how each person should act. The result of living in this place his whole life. All eighteen years of it.

Even to this day, Neko-sensei, now a human, still looked for a bride. He would forever threaten his students with proposals for misbehavior. All were of course unheeded. The End.

"Finished." Fakir was finally done with the last citizen's story. Now he could relax and watch the town unfold. He would still have to write, but not as much. He could finally listen to Charon and "get out" more.

"FAKIR!!!!!!!" Fakir sprang up and ran downstairs in record speed. "What did she get herself into?!" Fakir was disgusted with himself. How could he possibly expect a DUCK to know how to cook?

As he ran into the kitchen he saw a rather comical scene. Ahiru running back and forth Anime-Style freaking out about a burnt… uh… pancake? Fakir wasn't sure what it was, except the fact it was on fire. "Ahiru, relax. The way you yelled it seemed like the whole downstairs was burning." Fakir took the frying pan and dumped water on it in the sink. Fakir turned around and saw Ahiru just staring down at the floor, obviously not happy with herself.

"It's okay Ahiru, really. I'll teach you how to cook." Ahiru didn't accept this though.

"I was just trying to make your birthday start out great," Ahiru was explaining meekly. All at once Fakir changed attitudes. "Who told you it was my birthday!" Fakir now had an angry look. "Uhhh. Charon. Fakir don't get mad at him, he just thought it would make you happy! Besides, what's wrong with celebrating a birthday? I mean, I don't have one, so I wouldn't know, but still Fakir. It's okay!" On & on Ahiru went, rambling to try to calm Fakir down. It worked, because Fakir knew he couldn't stay mad for long when Ahiru was trying to explain anything.

"Ahiru, I hate my birthday because everyone gives me too much attention." Ahiru still didn't understand and gave Fakir a puzzled look. "Look." Fakir went to the front door, and opened it. Suddenly, a mountain of cards fell on top of him and flooded the room.

"Fakir? Are you okay?" Ahiru dug through the mountain of cards, to see a flattened Fakir at the bottom. Ahiru lifted Fakir up, and set him down on a kitchen chair. "Fakir, all these cards can't be for you." Fakir gave Ahiru a bored look. Of course they are. With Mytho gone his fan-club switched to me. Ahiru!"

Ahiru now was at the card pile, looking over the cards. "To Fakir, Happy Birthday. That's not too bad Fakir." "Turn the card over." Will you go out with me? "What!?" Ahiru turned to Fakir. "You're not going to right?" "Of course not. That's what all the cards say. I couldn't go out with all of them." Fakir shifted and gave Ahiru a mischievous glance. "I mean I could. I would have something to do every day of this year, considering how many cards there are." "Fakir! That's sick! You wouldn't!" Fakir got up and went to Ahiru. "I know that Baka. I already have to spend my whole time watching you!" "What do you mean? I could take care of myself!" Ahiru had an insulted look. "Ahiru, you can't even cook pancakes." He backed up. "That was what the burnt rock was right?"

Ahiru puffed up in anger, like a duck would. Ahiru did have pride after all. "No. That was a waffle!" Fakir just fell down on top of the card pile and started laughing. Ahiru stopped talking. She never heard Fakir's laugh before. It was a rolling type of laugh. A sincere, genuine laugh.

"A-A-Ahiru, you're supposed to TOAST waffles!" He lost control and started laughing again. Ahiru just got made again. "How was I supposed to know that?"


THAT'S END OF FIRST STORY PART! Please send me review! I have to know if it sounds good!

OH YEAH. I DON'T OWN PRINCESS TUTU. That counts for this part and all future parts of this story! ;)