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Chapter 3: He what?
Fakir stepped back in complete shock and Ahiru gasped as she turned her head towards the window. It was the hooded man! Fakir went to grab his sword and pulled it out quickly and pointed it at the window.
"Show yourself!" Fakir yelled, and the man lifted his cloak off himself.
"Mytho?" Ahiru asked eyes also wide with shock then looked at his eyes. They were no longer the hazel brown she was used to but glowing red with an evil grin on his face. "Mytho! The Raven's blood! Has it overcome you once more?" she asked with sad eyes.
The window blew open with hundreds of crow feathers came flying in. However they felt more like knives for they were slicing Ahiru's and Fakir's skin like it was made of paper. To this Mytho came in laughing and looked at Ahiru. "This is your fault Ahiru. If you didn't give me back my last heart shard, your friends would still be alive! There will be more Ahiru, many more. You're causing everyone to suffer!" he yelled lifting up his sword and launched himself at Ahiru, only to be blocked by Fakir.
"Mytho snap out of it! It's Ahiru, remember?" Fakir screamed clutching his sword blocking Mytho's blows with his sword.
Mytho then had to clash swords and he and Fakir looked at each other right in the eyes. They were filled with hatred, and protectiveness. Then Mytho's eyes veered left and looked at Ahiru's scared face and he grinned. He broke apart from Fakir spun to his left raising the sword at Ahiru. Fakir saw this move coming and moved his sword to pin down Mytho's sword to the ground.
"Keh. Has the knight finally found someone he can protect?" Mytho said and Fakir raised his sword and stood close to Ahiru. Mytho backed out of the window. I can see that this won't be easy; I'll be leaving, but remember Ahiru, there will be more." He warned laughing and getting dissolved into crow feathers and disappearing.
Fakir scowled but then turned around and held Ahiru in his arms; she was shaking. "Ahiru?" Fakir whispered. "Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
Ahiru looked up at him and like a punch in the stomach, she was crying. "I-I thought that if I gave him his heart back he would be OK! He'll kill others because of me!" she cried. "All of this is my fault! I thought we stopped the raven, I thought we won, but now! I mean-"
She was cut off by Fakir placing his hand on her cheek, leaning in and gave her a passionate kiss. Ahiru felt light headed and she remembered breathing was key. Fakir slipped his hand behind her head and Ahiru returned it by tilting her head and closing her eyes. After a minute they broke apart and Ahiru's eyes were wide in shock but she stopped crying and shaking. Fakir smiled as he looked at her face with love in his eyes.
"Fakir…" Ahiru whispered and wrapped her arms around him. Fakir returned it by wrapping his hands around her waist and holding her tightly; inhaling her sweet scent as she laid her head on his chest.
Fakir placed one of his hands on Ahiru's head and whispered in her ear, "He won't get you, I promise. He'll have to kill me first." Ahiru looked up at Fakir's green eyes. They showed courage, determination, and mostly, love. Ahiru leaned in for another kiss and was unaware for the world around her as the two lips met hers. After a couple minutes he broke of gently. "You want to know why?"
"Why?" Ahiru asked innocently.
"Because, I love you." He said feeling his nerves racing as he awaited her answer. Ahiru looked at him with a small shocked expression the rest was surprise and relief. Finally she breathed a question.
"If I say how I feel, will I turn into a speck of light like last time?" she asked.
Fakir felt his heart rise into his throat as he thought of that. 'Drosselmeyer wouldn't be that cruel!' he thought.
Far away Drosselmeyer as watching the scene on a gear and was grinning evilly. "Oh yes, oh yes! If she confesses her love she will vanish into a speck of light! Oh and how much she is dying to tell you how she feels. There is my tragedy! Hehehehehehehehe.
Fakir heard him say that somehow and Fakir looked into Ahiru's eyes almost with tears at the thought of her life ending like that. He saw love in her eyes however, at the same time tears welled up in her face from the stress of not being able to say how she feels. Suddenly Fakir had an idea. "Ahiru, if you love me back, when I ask you this just respond by saying 'I can't say'." He saw her face light up at the idea.
Far off, Drosselmeyer heard this and started to panic. "No, no, no! She has to say 'I love you Fakir' so she can vanish from existence!" he yelled frantically trying to rewrite it but it was too late as a gear floated from above in front of face showing this scene.
"Ahiru," Fakir whispered holding Ahiru's face with his hand, "I love you. Do you...love me too?"
Ahiru started to cry but looked at him with confidence and love. "I can't say." She whispered.
Fakir smiled as he felt tears well up into his eyes. He leaned forward and held Ahiru in his arms he closed his eyes feeling the tears finally release and roll down his cheeks.
Ahiru felt so happy as she felt Fakir's arms wrap safely around her. She also felt Fakir shaking and heard him softly crying. Ahiru wrapped her arm around his back and the other on the back of his head. They stayed that way for the longest time in each other's arms ignoring the fact that Mytho has become engulfed by raven's blood or the fact that two people have been murdered violently. They just wanted time. Time for the moment to last, time for them to say things they wouldn't say in public, and time to dance. They were about to get it.
For Drosselmeyer has had enough of his story becoming awry and decided to use the clock. "No, no, no, no they're ruining it!" he yelled. He grabbed his own sword he hid inside a cabinet. It was a sword that he has made that could turn people into his painful puppets. Used correctly, it could kill. "They're about to see how powerful a writer can really get!" he said scowling and heading for the clock.
Ahiru smiled as she continued to hug Fakir. She, out of no reason, looked up and her body became stiff and she gasped.
Fakir let go and opened his eyes with shock. "What?" he asked with concern. Ahiru's eyes became wide with fear.
"D-Drosselmeyer!" Ahiru whispered, her voice shaking with absolute fear.
Fakir looked at where she was looking and he too opened his eyes with shock and surprise. Drosselmeyer stood in front of his clock looking at them but instead of his regular look, he had a sincere look of anger and ferocity. He had in his hand an extremely long sword that shined darkly like a shadow on an afternoon day.
"I'm tired of waiting!" he scowled and lunged himself at Ahiru but was blocked by Fakir who shoved Ahiru out of the way.
Fakir leaped for his sword and stood in front of Ahiru.
"Fakir!" Ahiru screamed. Fakir turned his head slightly.
"He won't get you, I promise." Fakir said with a small grin.
"Oh but I already have!" Drosselmeyer laughed as he tilted his sword a ways and Ahiru got up off the ground.
"What the-!" Ahiru said as her hands started to move along with her legs.
"You see, you're my puppet on my strings. There is no other way out of the story except by your deaths!" he yelled and raised his sword and Ahiru started to rise off the ground.
"Ahiru!" Fakir yelled as he tried to grab her to pull her down but she was forced to raise high above the ground and her arms and legs were being stretched out.
"Stop it!" Ahiru screamed. "This hurts!"
Drosselmeyer chuckled and Fakir didn't want to be a puppet, he didn't want Ahiru to get hurt either! Fakir raised his sword and jumped above Ahiru. Before Drosselmeyer had time to react, Fakir raised his sword and sliced the strings holding her up and fell to the ground and caught her.
"What? No!" Drosselmeyer screamed opening his eyes wide.
Fakir gently set Ahiru down and turned to face Drosselmeyer. "Writing stories is one thing, but using Ahiru, hurting her, trying to kill us," Fakir said running with his sword out then attacking, "well that's different!" and Fakir shoved the sword through Drosselmeyer but stepped back in shock as he just disintegrated!
"Well I best be off now!" Drosselmeyer's voice said as he entered the clock once more. "Do me a favor, make my tragedy more fun? Hehehehehehe."
"NO!" Fakir yelled and swiped his sword at the clock but he vanished before he could do anything, and ended up swiping at air.
Ahiru felt her arms and legs in extreme pain, as if someone tried to rip them off her body. She tried to move but scorching pain raced through her body and she screamed.
Fakir heard Ahiru cry out in pain and he dropped his sword and rushed over to her. She looked as if she had just been broken just as the crows attacked her. He tried to evaluate where the bones may have been broken by gently running his fingers on her arms and legs. After one touch she winced in pain so much she started bawling. He placed his hand on her head and gently started caressing her hair. 'Damn!' he thought. 'Is no place safe for her?'
Suddenly Rue came from nowhere and rushed into the room. "Is she OK?" she panted.
"Rue, how did you-?" Fakir started to ask.
"Mytho snapped out of it for 1 minute to tell me to get away before he hurts her and to check on Ahiru, so I rushed over as fast as possible. What happened, did Mytho do this?" she asked in concern coming over to Fakir's side and leaning over her.
"Eh, no, Drosselmeyer attacked and-"
"Drosselmeyer? How? I thought we got rid of him." she said shocked.
"He wants another tragedy, we messed it up for him, so he attacked and almost ripped Ahiru's arms and legs off!" Fakir said anger in his tone as he even said those words.
"Poor Ahiru, how can I help?" Rue asked.
"I don't know, she is a great amount of pain. I can't move her; she started crying when I tried to check her bones." Fakir explained.
Rue leaned into Ahiru's face. "Ahiru wake up, it's me Rue."
When Rue said that, Ahiru opened her eyes and started lightly crying by the pain. "Rue, when did you get here?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter now, I'll tell you later. We're going to move you onto the bed OK?" Rue explained.
Ahiru flinched for she was scared because of how much pain she was in might make her pain worse.
"Ahiru, I'm right here. Don't worry." Fakir said smiling comfortingly.
Ahiru turned her head and looked at Fakir in the eyes. "Fakir…" she said with tears in her eyes then smiled. "You're seeing me in a disgraceful state here."
Fakir smiled as he remembered him saying those exact words to her then looked to Rue and they both nodded. They quickly lifted Ahiru off the ground and ran her over to the bed. She screamed in absolute pain that could shatter the windows. However as she was laid onto the bed she stopped but started to tremble then fall asleep from stress intake. Fakir looked at her with pain. 'No person must suffer like this.' Fakir thought. He pushed her bangs out of her face, leaned in and kissed her forehead.
"Fakir, what's going on? We defeated the raven and Ahiru turned into a duck. None of this should be happening, so why is it?" Rue asked gently.
Fakir turned to Rue with a blank expression on his face. "Drosselmeyer wants a tragedy; he wants to use Ahiru as the main victim."
"No." Rue said astonished. "Mytho, Ahiru-chan, how could he be so cruel?"
"Because he's a sadistic old crow who deserves to just hurry up and die." Fakir shot at her then calmed his voice. "Sorry."
"It's all right." Rue said back.
Fakir sighed and turned back to Ahiru lying on his bed. Her arms were out wide and legs stretched out. Her face looked calm for once and she looked like Princess Tutu without her regular outfit; just beautiful even in this disgraced state. Fakir sat on the floor and held her hand becoming lost in thought. 'I will not allow this to happen any longer. I will rewrite this story!'
(Wow things are getting intense huh? Will Fakir be able to re-write this story before Mytho can strike again? What will happen to Mytho? But he finally said he loves her! How long will their love last, before…. Please comment! I'll have the next chapter up as fast as I can!)
