Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Duck
Summary: This is the response to the Fifty Themes Challenge by blowingafuze, whom was so excited that I wanted to respond. Thank you for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu, but I wouldn't mind owning Fakir…
A/N: I don't believe I've ever done a challenge before, but since I was really liking these challenges, I am going to attempt to do them all, so please read and let me know what you think. This is all for blowingafuze.
Air
The air feels heavier, and suddenly, it becomes harder to breathe when she's around.
He had not noticed the way everything seemed heavier as she passed by. If he had been more observant he would have seen what she did to him, when he wasn't on guard. Then again, whenever she was around he never was.
She smiles as she spots him across the way, having just come from lunch with her friends. She waves and begins a full sprint to his side, making his heart begin to race, though he only believes it is because she might hit him. He cannot deny, however, that he has to clutch his chest as she stops right in front of him, wobbling and then regaining her balance. Suddenly everything begins to spin, his eyes feel heavy. Any moment he could fall over, suffocating as his chest begins to cave in.
Of course she does not understand his strange behavior, she is rattling away about how lovely the day is or how nice it was to see him or whatever came to mind. He stumbled a little when she came closer to him. Was it getting hotter outside? She smiled and laughed, since it seemed his face was getting red and she thought he was doing it to be funny.
The poor dancer wasn't trying to do anything as he clutched his chest and she laughed again, saying goodbye and how silly he was before skipping off to find someone else to bother.
It was when she was out of sight that suddenly he was fine again, his heart stopped pounding, his face was regular again, he wasn't sweating and he didn't feel suffocated. Moments passed as he thought about the encounter and what had changed in that short amount of time that made him act the way he did, all unvoluntary. That thought is what made him think of what had happened.
When he saw her, his heart began to race, his palms beginning to sweat. He had seen her so many times, but this one was the first he had ever become so nervous around her. What had happened that changed the way he saw her?
"Fakir? Are you okay? I thought you were going to pass out when Ahiru came up to you. Are you sick?" came a soft voice. Athor had been passing by and saw the Knight in distress. Fakir said nothing and that was when it was clear.
Ahiru did this to me? The air feels heavier, and suddenly, it becomes harder to breathe when she's around.
"Oi! Ahiru! I think Fakir might be sick!" the musician called, seeing Ahiru bounding back from where she had come, in search of her friends.
"Come help me get him inside. Hey, Fakir? Fakir! Ahiru! He's passed out! I think he's stopped breathing!"
-A little humor for you. Sometimes it does feel like that when someone you really like is in the room, like you are going to pass out, it has happened to me before. (lol) but it's awesome when a guy does it, for sure! Woot, thanks for reading.
Invader Hog
