The new rumor

Duck was just so glad that she was a girl again, that she gave Fakir a big hug for everything he did for her.

But sometimes, she simply forgot the fact that she wasn't a duck anymore, and told Fakir whole stories in ducks language, like right about now:

"Quack, quack, quack, Quack! Quack, quack."

"Duck…" Said Fakir with a sigh as he sat on the couch in front of her.

"Quack? Oh, sorry" Said Duck, who decided to keep her mouth shot from now on.

Fakir and Duck had decided to house Uzura with Charon (Fakir's foster father), he had made her after all. It had been one day since Duck's transformation and she wanted to do her part of the housework. She stood up and said: " Do you think it's good if I go shopping for dinner?"

Fakir stood up as well and approached her, D was a bit stunned by this.
"I'm going with you, I need to buy some writing supplies anyway."Said Fakir without facing her. Again, Duck was so glad that she gave Fakir a big hug.

Together they walked to the village.

First of all they went to the bookstore, to buy some writing supplies for Fakir. Duck walked curiously around in the shop and stood still by a bookcase. One of the shop assistens walked up to her and she recognized him immediately: It was Autor. She felled a little bit uncomfortable. He hadn't been very nice to her when he helped Fakir with writing stories. She knew all the memories of all the villagers had been erased, but still. Autor had been the only one who figured out the fact that they all existed inside a story back then. Would he know the fact that I wasn't here all the time as girl but as a duck? Duck thought. " Can I help you?" Autor asked.

"Well, uh…" Duck began, but before she could answer, Fakir came between then, he probably knew what worried her.

"Yes you can, I would like to buy these." He said hastily and he smled briefly at Duck to let Autor know that he wasn't simply cutting line. He showed Autor a feather, a write book and a bottle of ink.

Autor looked from Duck to Fakir and back again, then he asked Fakir curiously and a bit tormentor: "And who might your girlfriend be?"

It was quiet for a moment. Duck's face turned into flaming red and she balanced on her feet while Fakir was apparently anxious. : "Alright, I get the picture." Said Authr with a big smile on his face. "I'll leave you two alone, give me these, I'll square them up for you."

They left the shop. At the market, there were also curious people with the same question as Author. By the time they had finished all their shopping Fakir was so anxious that he, with the acquittal at the last shop, he nearly threw supplies at the seller. He paid and walked away. Ahiru apologized to the stunned seller, who gave her the shopping bag. Then she ran after Fakir.

"Fakir, could I better stay home next time you go on shopping?" Asked Duck folornly.

"Moron, it isn't your fault." Replied Fakir.

A group of people attracted their attention. They stood around a man, who was standing on a box. When Duck and Fakir looked closer, they recognized Femio and he was telling the villagers a story about a writer, who buried his duck and then wished for a girl, who then appeared out of the water.

"And out of the waters there appeared a beautiful mademoiselle. She walked over the water towards the writer. They instantly fell in love with each other and the maiden flew into the writers arms." Femio said ramatically.

That last sentence made that Duck just want to disappear. They walked further but Femio, who had finished his dramatic story, saw them. He jumped from his box and shouted at them, while he performed a most dramatic pose: "Halt!"

Duck and Fakir turned slowly in Femio's direction. He shouted at the stunned villagers: "That's the maiden who appeared out of the water!" He pointed with his finger at Duck. "She's with the writer, have you ever seen her before?!" The villagers looked at each other and there sounded a few whispers.

Fakir had just lost his patience. He did one step forward and asked the villagers:"Do I look like a man who would wish a girl to you? And since when do you believe what he says?"There sounded whispers once again among the villagers. Femio didn't know what to say for a moment, but then he turned to Duck.

"You."He said with his usual theatral voice."My long lost mademoiselle." He walked to Duck and took her hand, she froze.

Fakir had the feeling he had missed something. "Do you know each other?" He asked stunned with a very unusual look on his face.

"Yes." Replied Femio dramatically. "We met each other at the Ballet Academy. But I lost sight of her and now I lose her to a writer!" He fell to his knees and threw his arms hopelessly into the sky.

Duck took her hand back and shouted: "That's not true!" Femio was stunned by her words and stood still in his pose on his knees. "I've never been your mademoiselle and I have nothing with Fakir either!"

"Yes." Agreed Fakir. "She's just a old friend of mine who arrived last night.

"Yeah, and as a good friend of Fakir's, I do not like the way you all talk about him. He has lost his duck recently! Duck shouted to the villagers, but Fakir pulled her on her arm back to him.

"It's enough now, we're going, Duck" Fakir pulled her on her arm with him, away from the curious villagers. Behind him, Fakir could still hear the whispers from the people, some people spoke about him, some about Femio. "Not very friendly, as always" And "Typical Femio to talk about such nonsense." When Fakir and Duck were far enough from the crowd, Fakir asked: "Why did you do such a useless thing?"

"But…"Muttered Duck. "They told bad things about you."

"It doesn't bother me."

"I thought you would be a little bit more thankful." Said Duck upset. There followed a silently moment, that was broken by Fakir.

"Thank you" He said without even looking at her. After he had said that, Duck grabbed Fakir's arm and held him close to her.

"Hmm, I have missed these talks with you so badly." She said with a big smile. Fakir was completely stunned by her reaction and didn't know how to react.

"C – cut it out! He stammered and pulled his arm out her grasp, his face a bit red. "Since when are you so grateful for everything I say or do?"

Duck looked at him, not exactly understanding what he meant, and said cheerful:

"Like I said, I'm just happy that I can talk to you as a girl again!" Fakir said nothing. The whole way home he still said nothing, while Duck kept on talking.

AN: So, This was really bad, I'm glad I do it all over again! So sorry, This was really bad!