Theme # 1: Look Over Here!
Soundtrack: I'm Yours – Jason Mraz
Some Hearts – Carrie Underwood
Hall Om Mig – Nanne Gronvall
Ven Conmigo – Cristina Aguilera
Ever the Same – Rob Thomas
Pairing: Fakiru Ahiru x Fakir
Notes: I think this is the cutest pairing, but that's just me. At first I was going to do some angsty stuff with Fakir about how Ahiru keeps making moon-eyes at Mytho, and how he wants her to notice him, but then I decided to settle with some pure character development fluff! If anyone wants an angsty Fakir version of this, feel free to e-mail me requesting it!
"Blah Blah Blah," is talking.
Blah Blah Blah, is thinking. The normal stuff.
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"Fakir! Fakir!" Shouted Ahiru, her salmon-pink hair flapping in it's usual long braid, an appendage that the teenage boy felt strongly like pulling every time he saw it. Not bothering to stop (he had other things to do), he shifted the books under his arm and waved a casual hand in the air.
"Nonono, wait, Fakir, I need to show you something!" Cried Ahiru behind him, but he just kept walking and said "I have other commitments. I'll talk to you later."
"But I want to show you now," whined Ahiru. He could feel her trotting up slightly behind him, and then he felt her arm touch his jacket sleeve. Brushing it off rather rudely, not even glancing at the girl, he repeated, "I've got other things to do. Bother me later." The steps next to him faltered, and he sighed in relief.
If he was to concentrate on the task ahead, then he didn't need her distraction. Especially not her.
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"He said that?" asked a curious Lillie, a gleeful gleam in her eye. "Why, how absolutely marvelous! Poor little Ahiru, who only wanted to show Fakir the sketch you had made of him! To be rejected so surely! How cute!" Proceeding to snuggle in a gentler way than usual, her blonde curls bouncing, Ahiru found herself completely surrounded by her friend. When she finally emerged, Pike was gazing at her thoughtfully.
"Why'd you care?" She asked bluntly. "I mean, can't you just show us? Why do you need to show Fakir?" Ahiru suddenly blushed.
"Well… I mean… it's a picture of him…"
"Yeah, but why'd you draw him?"
"You know what?" Said a slightly blushing Ahiru, putting a finger to her head, "I'm not quite sure. He was just sleeping, and he wasn't scowling, he was smiling slightly, and I thought if I could get a rough sketch it would be nice, and then this lead to this, and that lead to that, and-" she interrupted herself and got the sketchbook out from under her arm.
"Here, take a look for yourself." Both girls crowded forward, and immediately inhaled sharply. It was true- the ice price himself was actually sleeping! And he was smiling, just a bit. He looked so peaceful, just sitting there, and Pike touched the shading of the tree he was leaning against while he was dozing off.
"Wow." Even Lillie couldn't add on. Ahiru fidgeted, wondering why the silence was so long. Taking a glimpse of it herself, Ahiru contemplated on just how she managed to get every single one of the lines that made up his being right, and how his hair cast such a familiar shadow on his face. The tree he sat up against was perfect as well, and suddenly Ahiru felt that if she looked up she would see him leaning there, perfectly natural.
"You're talented. Try drawing me!" Burst from Lillie, and she sat down and smiled cutely. Ahiru, taken aback, stuttered, "Ah, alright," and flipped to a new page. Borrowing a pencil from Pike, she started to sketch her friend, who waited paitently. Finally Ahiru announced she was done, and both girls leaned over eagerly.
The drawing that greeted them was one of a 5-year-old. Both were disappointed, even enough that Pike said cautiously, "Ahiru, are you sure you drew the other one? You can tell us if you didn't."
"I did! I did!" Said Ahiru, jumping up indignantly. "I can show you!" And grabbing the pencil again, with a vigorous energy known to her, she once again started drawing.
"This is his face this morning when I asked him if I could borrow his record of Penguin's playing he practices with early." She explained, still furiously sketching. In the end, another perfect picture of Fakir was produced, with such a disgusted expression that both girls started laughing.
"That's how it is, then!" Said Pike triumphantly, knowing evidence of what she had been guessing for the past few weeks was right before her. Lillie smiled, and not in a sadistical way, either.
"Show him, show him!" She squealed suddenly, grabbing Ahiru's arm and dragging her from the apple tree all three had been sitting at. "I don't care what he's doing, interrupt him!"
Ahiru, as she was being dragged along, wondered at both her friends' knowing expressions. So deep in thought was she that when Lillie said "Hello, Fakir!" so suddenly that it jolted her out of her reverie.
She looked around, and found herself at the library. Fakir was working on a desk, and didn't even glance up when Lillie spoke. Suddenly feeling nervous, clutching at her sketchbook, she stepped closer to him and leaned over his solder to see what he was doing. He jumped when he heard her breath by his ear, and turned around so suddenly that Ahiru backed away a couple steps.
"What do you want?" The dark-haired boy asked wearily, realizing he would never get his peace unless he let his friend show him what she wanted to. Without saying a word she placed the sketchbook in front of him, the sketch side-up. Fakir glanced at it, and had a double-take, astonished by its resemblance (not that he stood in front of the mirror regularly). Picking it up, he looked at it carefully. Then he glanced up at Ahiru, eyes warm.
"Wow. That's really good." Ahiru blushed at this praise, but then Fakir's soft expression changed into one of disbelief as he regarded the one with Lillie as the subject. He snorted, and Ahiru reddened more.
"I… had a bad day!" She exclaimed, and whisked it away from him. "I won't draw any more if you'll laugh!"
"Fine then. Show me later. I'm busy." Once again study-mode was on, but Ahiru was happier. She skipped out of the library, not noticing his small smile as the boy got back to work. Lillie and Pike, hiding behind a bookshelf, turned towards each other and gave the thumbs up. As they walked away, Pike noticed,
"Is it just me, or do Fakir's excuses always have to do with later, instead of never?"