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Title: Nani(WHAT?) PART C!

Genre: Crack, just 'cause there's never enough.

Pairing: Ahaha, Fakiru, Mytho/Rue, and more?

Rating: PG-13 most.

Note: Fic. for 40!themes.
Disclaimer: Don't own. I write happily ever afters- most of the time. Plus, I would make Femio marry me. LOLOLOL.

I really don't own any of the characters below. sooo. don't sue. :)

WARNING: It's crack, and if that doesn't say enough... I included Femio in the story. (insert crowd-gasp here.) Dude, the guys a charmer! he's the one who thinks everyone loves him. :D and he should be in every episode. for those who don't recall Femio, he's the one who has the pretty purple hair, buffaloes... And if that isn't enough for a major LOL flashback, okay, just go to youtube and go to ep. 17 or 18. :D ahahhaa.

The night of the play, there were six reactions from six different people, each having different emotions.

Mytho was pleased. He, after all, accomplished a feat that no other director could pull off. In forty eight hours he managed to get Fakir and Femio to remember their lines perfectly.

Rue was excited. 'The look on Fakir's face,' she thought to herself. 'I'll make sure to hire a professional photographer.

Femio was panicked. What if Ahiru fainted from his beauty on stage.

Ahiru was scared - but not about the play, but Fakir's reaction to her different look.

And well Fakir? Fakir was mad.

Why was Fakir mad?

Well, if the love of your life who didn't know they were in love with you yet hadn't seen you in two days straight and on the other hand had practiced with another guy other than you... You would be mad too.

He could swear on his life Rue and Mytho did this on purpose, because after all they were the reason they weren't allowed to see each other until after the play. Mytho said it was punishment for annoying him so much. Well, whatever to that. If it weren't for his kindness, the show wouldn't be able to go on! Or well, maybe it would... but there would be an unexpected turn of events. (Fakir jumping on stage and beating up the actors would be one out of the hundreds of possibilities.)

Ahiru was, well, the least to say: content. If anything, she was... flabbergasted. With all the do's and don'ts and Rue's instructions on how to act really like this play was realistic, she got it perfectly, except for the tripping over stage props, but that was just Ahiru.

She would be happier, however, if she was able to finally see Fakir, or better yet, avoid seeing Femio. Because nothing could be worse than spending time with a man who thinks you're in complete love with him hit on you in nasty purple tights. Ahiru shivered at the mere thought.

Yeah, it was that bad.

Ahiru glanced at the stage, noting the full house, and began to feel nervous.

"There's no time to feel nervous!" Rue called, and patted her shoulder. "Things will be fine."

"Un." She nodded.

"The show starts in five minutes. Are you ready?"

Ahiru could only nod once more.

She was as ready as she would ever be.

Scene I.

"My beautiful, only daughter, Ahiru, it is that time of age. It is now time for you to go off and get married." Queen Pique's voice left no room for arguments as she held a wonderful silk wedding dress towards Ahiru.

"But mother, your royal highness, it is far too soon for me. I'm still young, only eighteen for goodness sakes!"

"If you do this, we can decrease our debts. These are tough times... Make sure you capture his heart at the ballroom dance. Our household depends on it." She handed her the dress.

"Hmph."

"Splendid, you will see your future groom tomorrow."

(The scene slowly moves along to the other half of the stage, where Femio and Fakir take their place.)

Scene II.

"FATHER!" Femio cried.

King Aota sighed.

His son was a complete menace.

A menace with curly, purple locks.

"Must I marry that... Flamingo girl?" He cried, his voice whining.

"Son, to be deadly honest," he sighed, "you're lucky to have even found one girl who would like to marry you."

"It is because they know, father, that I belong to everyone, and no single woman could enslave me to the life of... a married one!"

King Aota slapped himself.

"Your personality came from your mother." he voiced to the audience and Femio laughed.

"Most certainly, and by the looks of it, maybe mother had an affair. Because it just so seems that I, Femio, cannot look like that!" He pointed to his father, and saw his father's vain pop.

"Femio! Go change, you shameless boy! FAKIR!"

Fakir made his entrance, the spotlight on him, and easily, he said his lines.

"Prince Femio, your majesty," he bowed. And Aota smiled. (Fakir was still having a hard time believing he was bowing to these two idiots, so discomfort was plastered on his face. On the other hand, Aota was having the time of his life.)

"Show him to his room and give him a change of wardrobe."

"Of course. Right this way."

"I choose what I want to wear, evil father!"

"Don't be difficult." Fakir muttered. "It's a masquerade ball, meaning certain attires must be picked out."

"But that would mean..." Femio gasped. "I'd have to hide my lovely face!"

Fakir sighed and said his lines.

"Sadly, my prince. But nothing can be done about this."

"Ah, could it be that you want to see my face as well? Oh my dearest knight, how you understand me. Let's move a portrait of my face into your bedroom tonight.

Fakir sweat-dropped.

"No need."

Femio was perfect for his role.

Rue and Mytho did not know what Fakir had in mind.

They had no idea that he had already snatched the letter from them, which he found used as Mytho's bookmark for the script, and burned it.

Making him bow to Femio and Aota. It was the final blow.

He'd show them, he thought. 'I'm not a forced to be reckoned with.'

They'll be on their knees by the time the play was done.

Scene III.

Ahiru appeared on stage again, this time, in her dress that complimented her so well, the audience who were still snickering at Femio's act of conceit stopped and awed. As she placed her mask on, the scene changed as the play floor suddenly became a ballroom filled with skilled dancers who danced elegantly around the girl.

"I wonder where he is." She worded out loud. Though this was her line, it really did voice her worry- though her concern had nothing to do with Femio. Where was Fakir? She questioned, looking around.

"Mademoiselle." A masked man appeared with a rose. "May I have this dance? I have had my eyes set on you since you walked into the room."

"Why, certainly." Ahiru instantly recognized the deep voice.

"That wasn't a part of your script." Fakir whispered.

"It wasn't part of yours either." Ahiru voiced. "I was just going with the flow."

"So you're thinking..."

"What I'm thinking?" She finished his sentence. "Not really. But I don't really remember part of my script. I got too lazy to read til' the end."

"What that's... Well, whatever."

"Let's wing it." They said, throwing their fist in the air.

Mytho and Rue watched from their theater seats, sensing something going wrong yet they didn't even move an inch.

"Our plan may just be working." Mytho said and Rue laughed.

Indeed, it was.

Scene IV

Femio appeared, and he was shocked.

"Fakir, my good knight, what in heavens name are you doing with my fiance."

Both were out on the balcony, looking at the stars.

"I'm having a word with my lady." Fakir said politely. "And it would be rude of you to intrude."

"Come Ahiru, let us go!" Grabbing Ahiru by the hand, she had no choice but to follow along.

"Fakir!" She yelped, and Fakir had pulled out his secret weapon.

"Femio!" He cried. Femio only looked at him in.

"There's um. Something on your face!"

Instantly, he left to find a mirror. Fakir took the opportunity to jump off the play balcony, and turned to catch Ahiru.

"Let's escape while we can."

"HALT!" Queen Pique appeared out of nowhere, along with King Aota.

"What goes the meaning of this? An affair!"

Insert audience gasp here.

"Yes, because I love Ahiru."

"And I love Fakir!" Ahiru cried.

A blush spread across their face, noting that rather than acting, they were dead serious.

"Did you... mean that..." Ahiru asked stuttering and he does the most daring. thing. yet.

Fakir pulls her into a dramatic kiss, earning a standing ovation from the audience.

They had just confessed to a theater filled with people. And kissed.

Hopefully, they thought it was still in the play.

Fakir pushed both Aota and Pique aside, exiting off stage.

"Let's go, Ahiru."

Both dashed out the exit door, cuing the end of the play, and their unique happily ever after.

What Fakir and Ahiru didn't know, didn't kill them.

As in, the whole play was a fake.

In fact. The whole audience were paid by Mytho and Rue to make the play sound authentic.

"We got it all captured on film." Rue laughed, giving a wave to the photographer.

"Yeah. Let's send it to them next Christmas, as their Christmas present. But of course, only a copy."

"Excellent idea. The perfect Christmas present."

"The perfect Ahiru and Fakir confession."

"More over, the perfect blackmail. It's a win for all of us."

What Mytho and Rue would find, a couple months later, is a hoard of buffaloes roaming freely on their palace, along with hundreds of rose petals.

"Nani!" The couples cries echoed throughout the palace.

Fakir snickered behind the gates.

He'd have to thank Femio later, but he had to admit, revenge never tasted so sweet.