Elle Détruit Ses Limites
A/N: Hey Guys! I'm back again for another round of FACDL. :D I bet you're ecstatic. I'm sorry, it's been awhile... again. I got extremely sick right after I posted the last chapter, and as I was getting better my Great Grandpa died. So I missed a lot of school and had a bunch of make-up work.. yadda yadda.. BUT. I'm done now so here you are! :) This is also my attempt at humor.. so please bear with me...
Ahiru ran her fingers along the bathroom door. The door itself was made of old oak and her delicate fingertips could feel the scratches and grooves from many years of use.
'This door,' she thought, 'has seen so many beginnings. watching people come and go, off to new beginnings and ends. Now it will set my beginning too my new end.' Once the old door opens, her journey will begin. The girl knew that she will become a new person with different goals and a new future with no set path in front of her, she will finally be free to do hat she wants, no longer bound by the limitations the once had.
But behind that door was one thing she feared most.
'Fakir.'
Her feelings for him steadily grew for him over the past few months. She no longer saw him as the heartless and cold young man she once thought he was, but a strong, kind, and noble knight. But she knew in her heart that as long as she was a duck, there would be no hope for a duck like her. For what man, in his right mind, would ever love a duck?
But now, things were different. The young girl pondered to herself. Now she is a girl. Now she was human. Now. Now is what she feared. Now she has a task, now she is somebody new. Now, Fakir is right outside that door screaming at her.
The bangs startled the young girl out of her deep thoughts.
"Ahiru! Come on. We have to get you registered. and get you some normal clothes. I knew girls took forever to get ready, but its been 20 minutes!" he yelled. Ahiru stood up from her place on the floor as she attempted to rush out the door. Fakir was only barely able to dodge the red stampede that was Ahiru.
"I'm sorry! I was... Busy!" she spat out, stuttering on her words.
"Ahiru! I don't need to hear about how you get ready!" Fakir responded, "Just come on. And put this hat on, your hair is so long and beautiful. They'll definitely know that you're not a guy." Ahiru looked up with curiosity in her eyes.
'Did he say beautiful?' she had to admit, the thought pleased her.
"I mean, because its so... Girly." He quickly added rubbing the back of his neck attempting to fight the blush that was plaguing his face.
"Thanks Fakir, I appreciate it," she said as she took the hat from his hands. He looked down, and the blue eyes that met his made his heart melt.
"You're welcome, now come on, we've got to go." Fakir took her wrist and pulled her through the door of his dorm room. He looked down both hallways, making sure it was clear before he stepped out, his companion not far behind. Half way down the seemingly endless hallway, a door opens about 2 meters ahead. Fakir quickly whirls Ahiru around, but not even two steps in the opposite direction a voice calls out.
"Oh my Fakir, what do you have there?" Fakir froze. He knew who that voice belonged to, and this encounter was going to give him a massive headache, "A new student to the academy perhaps? I do not believe that in my splendorous time here, I have ever seen such young man as brilliantly radiant as that. May I have the honors of introducing myself sir?" Ahiru turned around to see none other than, the lovesick bull boy, Femio.
The boy quickly strutted over to where the couple was standing and took Ahiru's hand, but before he could place his signature introductory kiss, Fakir quickly swatted his hand away.
"I do believe my companion and I are in a hurry," Fakir hissed, his tension level rising with every second he spent around this guy. "So if you don't mind, we'll be taking our leave."
"To class I presume? Well why don't you allow me to escort you and your friend?" he responded.
"No."
"Are you sure you're not just jealous? I mean, we both know that I, Femio, am loved and adored by all, women and men alike. I sympathize with you Fakir, for you will never be as loved by all as I am!" Femio, with his final flourish completed, looked up to find and empty corridor, with nobody in sight.
"Fakir, don't you think that was a little harsh?" the 'boy' questioned.
"Not one bit, if we had stayed longer, bulls would have destroyed half the dorm." Fakir responded as they trudged down the sidewalk towards main-street where all the feminine shops were located. Ahiru chuckled as she recalled the bull incident, they were everywhere and one couldn't even move through the street. To her though, it seemed like a lifetime ago.
Ahiru struggled to keep up to her long legged friend, although she herself had grown she could not match the pace of her senior. She had grown taller now, her eyes now level with his shoulders. Her breasts were not, as Adele had put them, as if she was a de-feathered duck. They were a fairly average size, not to big nor to small, and it seemed she had gained some subtle curves in her time as a duck.. The red hair she had always had was long and overgrown, and she was in desperate need of a trimming.
The two rounded the corner onto main street, and Ahiru looked around.
"It's as if nothing ever happened. Everybody is still the same, except the animals walking around, that was odd." Ahiru explained gazing out into the crowd. Fakir grabbed her hand.
"Your going to get lost spacing out like that, don't be an idiot." Ahiru blushed at the sudden touch of his hand on hers, and the warmth she felt surprised her. He led her down the street, careful not to let go of her in the crowd. The came upon a fairly small shop with only two costumers.
"I think this will be adequate. I can afford these." He stated. Ahiru looked at the dresses around her. They were some of the most frilly things she had ever seen, she was physically frightened.
"How about this one, it looks... er... pretty?" Fakir held up a pink dress with puffy sleeves, about 14 layers of frills and 20 bows on it. The young girl winced.
"Is this the kind of stuff you like?" she questioned. Fakir looked taken aback.
"I don't have time to care for things as simple as frills and laces." he quickly responded, "I just simply thought this is what the average girl would wear, I mean, Piqué and Lilié enjoy such things. And you were their friend." Ahiru scoffed.
"To be honest with you. I prefer a simple dress or a pair of shorts and a shirt. I do not attempt to be such a girly girl." Fakir facepalmed, realizing his mistake. He was becoming increasingly frustrated with this young girl.
"Well Ahiru, where exactly to you buy your clothes at?"
"At a shop called 'Near the Pond', they have everything I could every dream of!" Ahiru took off out of the store with Fakir close behind her. They walked down the street and lo and behold, there was a store, a store in which he had never seen before. All he could wee where ducks before he was ushered into the store.
"Thank you Mr. Ranka!" The blue eyed 'boy' called behind him. The old man waved back, still confused on how the young boy knew his name, and why he and his friend purchased you women's clothing from unmentionables to simple dresses, a profession he himself adored. As the man daydreamed about the possibility of a new 'pupil', two figures walked down the street, side be side. The shorter one frantically pleading and the other one with an extremely annoyed look on his face..
"I promise I'll pay you back!" The girl frantically claimed. Fakir sighed, she'd been at this for at least an hour now. He was already very flustered by the trip to the store, and with her constant pleading, he had had enough.
"Don't worry about it Ahiru!" He sternly replied, a little louder than the times before, "I wouldn't have done it if I had not wanted to!" Ahiru stopped and mentally punished herself, hitting the palm of her hand against her forehead.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid! Fakir was being nice by getting me these clothes and I'm acting so stupid!' The petite girl felt a strong hand come down on her shoulder, but didn't look up.
"Ahiru, don't worry about it. You've already done more than enough for me, you don't need to pay me back." She looked up, tears forming in her eyes.
"Really Fakir?" The young man nodded in response, determination in his eyes. It hurt to see her like this, so filled with guilt. she was such a moron. His moron.
A Young girl with long white hair and beautiful golden eyes laced with pink stood on the corner of Ouran Lane, watching a pair of young 'boys' , as she perceived, look deep into each other's eyes lost in thought. Even in her state she could feel the love radiating from them. It was unlike anything she had ever witnessed in her time as a human. Their love outshone the beautiful sunny day the town was experiencing, and could knock a fairy tail on its bottom. Bliss, that was it, bliss was what she felt. She gazed silently as the two lost themselves in it, unaware of the people passing by and staring, even oblivious to the two squealing girls behind some bushes. Such raw feelings, the likes she hadn't seen since... since her parents. But she couldn't waste time on such thoughts, she had a mission to carry out, and she needed to find the means to do it. The Lady with the jewelry box had said to find the young girl whose eyes lit up the darkest green. She was the one who would save them all. She had to do it, for her family, the kingdoms, him...
Her pace quickened, all the while her white hair trailing behind her as she neared her destination.
The Academy.
A/N: This was my favorite to write, I finally got to put Cereus [say-rus] in here! That excites me, the story shall progress! So I'm being scolded for using the computer... at 9:50 at night, I had a lot more planned to write, but it has been sitting on here since Saturday and I didn't want to leave you guys hanging for much longer.
Also, how many OHSHC moments did you see? Candy bracelets for those who get it right?
Also, sorry if I dissapointed, AP sucks eggs.. Love you guys! 3
