Sequel to: Fakir and Ahiru's story

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6: Adventure?

Fakir ran like there was no end to the world, Ahiru was about to die… why did you think he was running like hell? Because there were doughnuts on the line?!

A…Ahi…Ahiru, don't worry, your knight is coming. (It's too corny huh?)

Any way, Fakir finally approached the academy grounds, where his whole entire adventures began.

As he crept up the stair that led to his old dorm, he saw a faint light coming from under the crack of the door. He began to feel the heat coming onto his skin. Nervous? Yes. Scared? Maybe.

He crept closer, closer, and closer until he opened the door to find… A HIDEOUS CAT!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! Oh wait. That wasn't a cat that was… Ahiru!

Fakir darted into the room, but stopped in his tracks at what he saw… it was a room full of worthless junk. But he recognized some of the things as precious items from other people. He noticed Neko-sensei's shoes, Aotoa's favorite book that Fakir had spotted him often read. There was Charon's favorite mending tool, Music papers, diaries, books, clothing, paintings, antiques, photos- you name it. It was there. One question popped into Fakir's mind. Where was this thief, Ryuu?

Fakir shook his head and looked for his little yellow duckling.

Quack.

So soft, so quiet it was, but Fakir heard it. He snapped his head over to the noise, and saw that Ahiru was hidden behind a self-portrait.

"Ahiru."

Fakir called softly at his companion, friend, lover. Ahiru bobbed her head out and looked sadly up at Fakir. When he locked his dark eyes to her brilliant bright ones, tears welled in her eyes as she ran as fast as she could to him with her little orange feet.

She bumped into his chest as she rubbed her head vigorously into him. Fakir inhaled her sent, fresh grass and fresh water. He missed it. He loved it.

Fakir suddenly shot his head back up. He was coming. Damn it. He glared at the door way. He could see the shadow coming. Fakir quickly took action by grabbing Ahiru and hiding behind the door.

Once Fakir hid, with the little duck in his arms, Ryuu entered the room with a wagon. A wagon? Well, Fakir didn't know the answer, but apparently Ahiru did. He could feel her shiver as Ryuu started to pile things on top of the red old wagon.

"Little duck? Hmph. Probably hiding again. Well you can't hide from me forever. I'm going to burn everything. Everything. If I can't have something precious, than no one can." Ryuu muttered to no one in particular.

The orange-haired boy turned his head in annoyance when he heard the door slam shut. His eyes narrowed when he saw a furious-looking Fakir standing there. Oh joy. He had a slight murdering aura around him too.

Ahiru hid behind his legs, quivering from not being held in Fakir's arms. She wanted to leave. She just wanted to be with Fakir and no one else.

"You. You are the damn thief who stole my precious thing. My Ahiru." Fakir stomped over to his and pinned him to the floor. He noticed that Ryuu was fingering his dagger, so he snatched it and held it up to his throat.

"Why?"

Ryuu narrowed his eyes when he heard Fakir whisper his question. He knew what he meant. Why did he steal things? Why was he a thief?

"I had someone precious to me. She was stolen. She was the only one who understood me when I was an orphan. But now she's gone. Dead. She said she could tame 'that Ryuu inside me.' But now she is gone. The one thing I loved. And now if I don't have my precious thing, then no one will!" Ryuu raged.

Ahiru's mind was spinning. The one thing that Fakir truly…loves…was…her. Ahiru's face slowly turned red. But she quickly recovered when she felt something surge through her. A tingling feeling that she got whenever she turned into princess tutu. She felt her body expand, hair shot out of her skull and feathers quickly fell off of her body. She felt a flash of cold, hot, and finally warmth flow through her blood as she blinked with her deep blue eyes.

She squeaked when she realized… she had no clothes. She snapped her head and noticed none of the boys had realized she had changed. Then she quickly spotted a white dress next to her draped on a painting. She quickly grabbed it and shoved it over her petite form, sighing with content at the warmth it brought her. She then returned her attention to the commotion.

Fakir grew even angrier. He was the cause for the horrible plot in the story. Ahiru wasn't supposed to burn up and die. She was supposed to live and be loved by him.

Fakir pressed the dragon dagger into Ryuu's neck, until he saw a bead of blood falling down his pale skin.

"Fa…kir…" Fakir heard a very faint voice that sounded familiar. It then struck his little writing brain. Ahiru's voice. It was her voice.

Both of the boys snapped their heads over to Ahiru, who had a mixture of sadness and happiness written in her tears, which were brimming on her brilliant blue eyes.

Fakir nearly dropped Ryuu right there to smother Ahiru. Note I said nearly. Yes, Fakir pinned Ryuu down by sticking his own dagger into the wall so his shirt was stuck; which meant he was stuck.

"Ahiru!"

Fakir tackled her with a bone-crushing hug. He didn't want to let her go. Ever again.

The poor newly-formed girl was having trouble breathing, so Fakir gently released her from his grip.

"You moron, you chose now to turn back?" Fakir whispered in her ear. Ahiru's face grew pink when his breathe fanned over her face.

"Well, I didn't know I was going to turn back! It just happened! You know, you aren't very nice that way Fakir! I change back and all you do is complain. If you were a duck you'd proba-" Fakir silenced her by clamping his hand over her mouth.

"You're still the same huh? I don't care. You're back to what I liked. So I don't care." Fakir grinned at Ahiru's awed face.

Ahiru smashed herself into a hug with him and gave him a sad smile.

"Thank you Fakir. Thank you." She whispered up at him. She didn't want to let go. But Fakir slowly took her arms off of him and planted a light kiss on her cheek. Her cheeks turned red as she peered back up to his face.

"I would love to continue this, but there's someone we need to take care of first." Fakir said into her ear, and Ahiru nodded in agreement.

Ah yes, Ryuu. We've nearly forgotten him, didn't we? Well, he was there, trying to look away in disgust from Ahiru and Fakir. He was actually planning what he would burn first, the poetry papers, or the precious wood that had the name Lisa carved into it. Which one would burn faster? Ryuu's pondering stopped when he felt Fakir closing in on him. He narrowed his eyes and glared at him, but Fakir didn't seem that effective by it.

"You call stealing precious things a living? Hobby? You moron! Why would you do such a thing!!?" Fakir shook his shoulder as if he could shake the madness out of Ryuu's life.

"I had a precious thing! But someone stole it from me! So now I seek vengeance in everyone and steal their precious thing… it's the only thing that made me feel like I was worth something in this lifetime…" Ryuu stared at the ground with angry tears threatening to fall from his own eyes.

"I don't care… you stole more precious things that are already gone!" Fakir growled at him and pushed him harder against the wall.

"Fakir! Stop, he…he's just had a bad past. Maybe we can help." Ahiru approached both of them with her face pale and slightly shaking; she wasn't used to being human after a long time staying as a duck.

Fakir's eyes softened and his grip loosened more on Ryuu. He didn't want Ahiru to be moving so much, isn't that sweet?

"Ryuu, why would you think that hurting people mentally and physically be alright?" Ahiru looked up at him with concern.

"I guess…sob…I thought people would feel my pain if…sob…they had the same thing happen to them." Ryuu ended with a sob again.

Ahiru didn't quite understand… when she saw him at the store, he had been pissed and curious, but now here he was on the ground sobbing. Fakir had to take a step back and watch him, he hid his amusement from Ahiru though, he wouldn't want offend her while she did her work.

"Ryuu, to make you stop suffering, all you need to do is find a new precious thing; a new passion. It'll help you get over your old precious thing." Ahiru said to Ryuu with a kind, caring, and sweet voice. Ryuu looked up with hopeful eyes.

"There… there is one thing that I've been doing lately" Ryuu turned his tear-stained eyes to a painting on the opposite wall beside all of the cluttered things. It was one of those paintings that looked like it was made by a cat, with splashes of different colors and a true design hidden behind the splats and swirls in the painting. Ahiru and Fakir truly had to admit Ryuu had talent in painting. It showed his anger and despair that had flowed through him when he was painting.

"Ryuu… it's beautiful! I just hope that you can return everyone else's precious item or thing. We can even help." Ahiru smiled a faint smile, the one Fakir had hoped to see on her face after so long.

"Yes, we'll help." Fakir whispered as he latched his arm around her waist, it was like his arm had always belonged there, even if it was just when Ahiru was a duck and he had to keep her warm.

Ahiru felt her face warm up again, but she greatly enjoyed Fakir's warmth.

Ryuu slightly nodded and shakily got up from the ground. He looked toward the huge clutter in the room and had a glint of humor in his eyes.

"Well it's going to take a while for us to do that, so how about tomorrow? I need to get the other things back, and I think you two would like some catching up to do." At that Ryuu smirked as both of the teenager's faces turned red.

"Hn." (A/N: HAHA! I took Sasuke's word!!!) Fakir grunted. He swung around with Ahiru attached to him.

"I'm really glad you're back Ahiru, I missed you so much." Fakir whispered into her ear. Ahiru's face was slightly pink, but she leaned on Fakir's shoulder.

"But I was with you the whole entire time, how could you miss me?" Ahiru looked up at Fakir's dark eyes, how many emotions had passed through his eyes at once? Too many to count. Ahiru just focused when both of them stopped in the middle of the street, when Fakir leaned down in front of her face until their noses were touching.

"I wouldn't be able too…" Ahiru only focused when she felt Fakir's lips cover hers with a tender, sweet-loving kiss.

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OMFG! Are you guys like happy to see me again? I'm happy to be here again! But I still can't believe it…cornyness in the ending. Am I corny or what? REVIEW! AGAIN!