(A/N) Drabble. Takes place during episode… whenever Autor is training Fakir, right before the epic tree of wisdom. What was is… three days with no food or sleep? Anyone would start to hallucinate. ^^

I own NOTHING.

"Fakir…"

Blinking heavy eyes, I heard her.

"Fakir…"

The pain of my body slipped away as I listened, my whole being filled with the gentle flowing of her voice, the lyrical sound of her breath, the barely audible padding of her point shoes upon the ground.

Tu… tu… no… Ahiru…

My legs trembled with weakness, and I staggered, one foot landing heavily upon the wooden floor in an attempt to stay upright. Autor glanced over, but payed me little attention.

"Fakir…"

I could still hear her voice, although I knew that she was far away, most likely at school. Yet my disconnected mind, floating aimlessly in the strained silence, found respite in her imaginary presence.

"Fakir… will you dance with me?"

Yes… "Yes…"

"Yes?" Autor repeated, his voice clipped. "Yes… what?"

"Nothing," I said shortly, forcing my mind to focus upon the present. But as my eyes fluttered, rolling up with exhaustion, my lips formed her name. Ahiru…

The phantom touch of her appeared on my skin, and I turned my hand palm-up as though to accept this sweet contact.

"Fakia… come away… let's go."

My feet moved, shuffling slightly forward. "Yes…"

"Yes what?" Autor asked, insistent, this time. Shaking my head, I took the steps back, returning to my former position.

"It's nothing," I insisted softly, yet still felt her caress upon my hand.

"Come with me… please…"

"I… would… I would… if…" Replying to her voice aloud, I felt my knees give out. I slumped to the ground as if in slow motion, letting out a soft moan as I did so.

"What is that you're mumbling about?" Autor demanded, adjusting his glasses briskly. "Get up! You want to write, and yet this is too much for you?"

I, with an effort, got one foot under me, using it to ease myself upward. When I had grasped the edge of the desk, I pulled myself the rest of the way, swaying unsteadily. My eyes, glazed with fatigue, stared straight ahead, and my lips were open slightly with rasping breath.

Ahiru…

"Fakir…!"

Her voice still rang true in my ears, and I nearly gave into it once more.

No… it is… for you that I must… stay strong… through this… and write. Mytho… and you.

(A/N) Drabble. I am… pleased. Are you? Reviews make me happy.