4. Akt.~ Giselle ~

Mytho began to act strange in the days afterwards. He asked a lot of questions and seemed to be a lot in thought. Fakir thought this strange, Mytho never questioned anything before, but now…

"What were you thinking?' Fakir therefor asked Mytho when he caught him staring into the distance.

"What?"

"Just now, what were you thinking?" repeated Fakir firmly.

"Someone, someone is calling to me." Said Mytho vaguely. "I don't know who it is, but I feel like I can understand what that person's thinking. The need to see someone, feelings that I have too. Could this possibly be what it feels like to be lonely?"

'What it feels like to be lonely?' Fakir was right, Mytho did have some of his feelings back and he was getting more eager to find more. No, that cannot happen! Fakir had to do something, he dragged his fiend to the mirror and took his face firmly in his right hand so that Mytho was forced to look at his own reflection.

Fakir yelled at him, he had to make Mytho understand what it meant to become like this.
"Is it fun recalling such emotions?" he asked. "Does it feel good Mytho?"

"No." said Mytho and for once he sounded truly honest.

"Right, you have no need for a heart Mytho. None whatsoever, if you were to regain such a think…."

"If I were…." Mumbled Mytho uncertainly.

"Don't fall for such a fool's hope, got that?"

"Yes."

"Speak louder." Insisted Fakir, he wanted Mytho to mean it.

"Understood, I'll do as you say Fakir."

"Good." Fakir released his grip and let Mytho go. 'As it should be.'

That afternoon Rue had taken Mytho for her own again. Fakir found them in the school grounds at the white arbour. Mytho was the one who was talking and that wasn't normal.

"Rue!" Fakir called as he walked towards them. "Would you please stop making him recall stupid things." All this pretending to be in love. Rue was always talking about feelings around Mytho and Fakir didn't like it.
"Mytho, go back to your room."

"Ok." Said Mytho and he immediately left. It was good to know that Mytho stayed true to his word and did as Fakir told him.

"You better not be the person who's helping him trace up these weird things." Fakir said to Rue as soon as Mytho had gone."

"Oh Please." Replied Rue in her usual playful manner, once again she didn't look at him.

"Who else you're saying could have done it." Pressed Fakir on.

Rue giggled sneeringly and looked at him. "Maybe it was Princess Tutu from the fairy tale." She said. "Maybe she appeared in real life."

"Quiet!" snapped Fakir. "Try to stay away from Mytho from now on."

In a blink of an eye Rue was on her feet to confront him. "Stop trying to order me around!" She yelled.

In silence they stared at one another without moving a muscle. Rue would not back down, she was too proud for that.

"Whatever." Said Fakir and he turned away from her. He decided to take a leaf from Mytho's book and went to school to practise. He had to clear his head and calm down and dancing had always been the perfect way to do that.
Once arrived at the school, he found that the room that was usually their classroom was in use by a class, and a very noisy one at that! Fakir checked a few rooms until he found one empty and open for use. First he went to the boy's changing room to put on his Ballet cloths and to put his regular cloths in his locker. Every dance room had not only a piano, but also a music box in case there was no pianist available or if the song in question had to be the recorded original. The music collection, next to the music box was vast and it was absolutely no problem to find your personal favourite in it.
For Fakir this was Beethoven's Egmont Overture. It had all the rage he was feeling and also the depth of his problems and feelings. So Fakir began to dance and when he was dancing he was light on his feet, nothing could catch him or reach out to him. In his dance he was strong, nothing could come past him and nothing could hurt him. If only he could always be this strong, then he would be truly able to protect Mytho.
'Mytho is regaining his heart and everything will change. A change that I cannot stop. Is my part in this story really that insignificant? Can't I change anything and is my destiny to die at the claws of the Raven? Why can't Mytho understand? Am I the only one who wants to change this cursed tale?' The piece reached its dramatic climax and as always, Fakir finished his dance with the mime for death.

"That was really excellent, Mr Fakir." Said Mr Cat who had appeared at the door. Fakir hadn't even noticed the door opening.

"Thank you. "he said politely and he walked towards his teacher.

"That dance had a lot of emotion and the music was a very interesting choice, I dare say." Mr Cat looked at Fakir, somewhat intrigued. "You have a lot on your mind?"

"What do you mean by that?" Asked Fakir, not in particularly curious.

"People lay their hearts bare while dancing, it is a way to express your feelings most truthfully." Explained Mr Cat. "Your dance emanated a great struggle and also uncertainty. Is there something you want to talk about?"

Fakir thought for a moment. He had clearly exposed himself in front of Mr Cat, so there was no point in denying.
"Mr Cat, do you think that even a small thing can make a difference?"

"I'm not sure, nature shows us that everything has its purpose, however small. Whether one creature on its own has as much impact, however, I don't know. A feeling can start very small, but can do great things. Love brought Romeo and Juliet happiness and courage, in the end it also killed them en brought peace to their people."

"Where are you going with this?" asked Fakir, in truth he didn't want to hear about the impact of feelings. He already knew this. For Mytho they would lead to tragedy and for himself they would lead to his death.

"What I am trying to say is that every small thing can make a difference as long as they have the will, but you cannot do it alone."

"Why not?"

"Love alone didn't cause the peace in the story of Romeo and Juliet and one ant can't change the circle of life. You need someone to give you strength, someone you know you can trust. Maybe someone you care about and want to protect." With that Mr cat took his leave.

'So I cannot change anything by myself huh?' thought Fakir on his way to the changing room. Fakir had no one besides Mytho who he cared for, but not someone who could actually understand him. He cared about his foster father, but he didn't really understand Fakir, nor did any other family relative he had. Right now he had only Mytho at his side, but how could Mytho give him strength? Mytho caused him only to worry.
'Maybe Mytho gave me the strength to change things after all.' Fakir thought. Yes, that made sense. Mytho trusted Fakir and let him protect him, but what about trust? Mytho trusted Fakir, but could he trust Mytho? Mytho always ran off without telling him and he seemed to trust a lot of people lately, like that redheaded brat.
'Does this mean that I have to cooperate with someone other than Mytho?' Fakir wondered, 'Only Rue knows Mytho's secret, but she would never help. As the chances are now she is the one causing all this by restoring Mytho's heart. No, I will protect Mytho and I will do it alone. I always did.'

AN: Finally, I could write this chapter down! I hope you like it, it was quite a head scratcher for me, but it all turned out :) Hey I still want to ask you to vote for my poll, most people who tell me their opinion directly tell me to write Duck, but the poll says Ahiru, please help me out! So please review and vote, ok?