Face to Face
Prompt: "I trust to come unto you, and speak face to face, that our joy may be full" From 31 days
Series: Princess Tutu
Pairing: Fakir x Ahiru
Rating: G
Comments: Based on episode 12 of the Anime. First time writing this pairing, so comments would be welcome.
Of all the people in the world to be stranded in a well with. It had to be her. The gangliest and gawkiest girl I've ever had the misfortune to be stuck with. The only female whose only aim in life seemed to be to discover all the walls in this cursed passage with her face. The corner of my mouth twitched at the memory. Damn these moss covered slippery walls.
I hear a splash behind me. What did she think she was trying to do? Swim out of here?
"Fakir." A tentative, uncertain quavering voice. So unsure of herself. An irritating trait, which on good days made me want to shake some confidence into her.
"When I lost this pendant before, you held it for me." She sounds more confident. What is she planning? Did she even plan? No, it cannot be. Some notions are simply too implausible. This must be another of those girlish inanities that she was so often given to spouting. Huge eyes stare at me as if pleading for a response. I nod tentatively.
"Would you hold this for me again?" Too stunned to react, I reach out to take it. The red gem glints darkly as it leaves her hand and a golden light seems to envelope her. Then all that remains before me is a rumpled pile of clothes. A rumpled pile that moves and rustles as something fights its way out.
QUACK!
"Ahriu?" The duck kicks off a pair of fluffy white underpants and waddles to the water. Then with a flick of a bright yellow tail, it disappears under the water, leaving me watching bemusedly from the shore. I feel my face growing hot. The room seems to spin as I allow myself to slide down the slimy walls.
Gods. I remember other times when I'd seen the duck and blush even more furiously. I feel like I'd just been poleaxed.
Good Gods. The other times when I'd held the duck. My heart flutters in my chest. So she'd been a duck. And I didn't know she was a duck. And she never once said that she was a duck.
Sure, how would you have liked her to put it. Ano, sa. Fakir? Incidentally, that's not just my name. I'm really, really, a duck. Yes. That duck.
But still. GODS. I SWEAR. ONE DAY. I'M GOING TO HAVE TO KILL HER.
Even if she is the cutest duck I've ever seen. Oh God. What am I thinking.
A surge of unnamable emotions makes my head spin and my body hot.
Even if she smells of a farmyard. God.
A plop of slime on my head wakes me from my reverie. The blush fades as reality sets in.
"What if she drowned in there?"
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