Author's Notes: This will be a Fakir POV story following him through the series that I'm writing for my claim at the livejournal community 30(underscore)romances. This will have spoilers for the entire series.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Premonitions
Theme: # 2. The subconscious ; Bury

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"Ahiru. Her name is Ahiru?"

I look down at the paper one more time to make sure, but it has to be right. It's the only name that seems somewhat unfamiliar.

"Thank you, that's all I needed."

The secretary nods and tucks the paper back into a file.

"She must be a lucky girl if you're so interested in her, young man."

I look to the woman, if you could call the lady giraffe that, and blink in confusion at her words.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh well, you know how the rumors travel. You and Mytho seem to have several girls yearning for your affections."

"It's not like that," I snap, not comfortable with the way that sentiment makes me feel, "I was just curious, that's all."

I turn away, but I can hear her giggling and murmuring "such a lucky girl indeed" to herself. Sighing, I head back towards the dormitory with a heavy heart.

"Why did I have to get interested in a girl that's only going to be tons of trouble for me?"

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The whole mess started that morning.

Mytho had left early for his practices, and as usual, I was hanging around to make sure nothing happened to him. That's when I noticed the orange-haired blur dashing its way towards the building. Squinting out the window, I identified that blur as none other than a mysterious new girl.

I'm not sure why it is I noticed her. And at first glance, she was just the same as all the other irritating girls that flock around Mytho and me. But there was something different about her, almost like she didn't belong. Almost like- she appeared out of nowhere.

I couldn't seem to remember when she joined our school- and when I tried to think about it, it was like I hit a glass ceiling that kept me from the truth I so desperately wanted to know. There was just something about her that made me want to know her, made me want to get closer to her. But as I watched her approach, I found that she was giving me mixed signals.

I can't really pinpoint why I thought that, but it was a subconscious instinct I couldn't ignore. If she was going to be any sort of threat to Mytho, I had to watch her carefully.

Since that day I found Mytho, my life has changed drastically. The story of the Prince and the Raven was true, and as the Knight- it was my duty to protect Mytho no matter what. And with a storybook Prince in my life, many strange things have happened to me. Most of them accompanied with some subconscious feeling of dread or suspicion.

It's laughable, I suppose- but I've toyed enough with fate in the past to not completely write such events off. Instead, I just try to suppress them. The last time I dared to write my own ending to something- my parents died. Ever since then, I swore I'd never write a story again. Never again would I give into these buried premonitions that seemed to be spelling out the future.

Instead, all I can do is to keep Mytho safe. Protect him from whatever these premonitions might be. That's why for years I've tried to keep Rue away from him. There's something about her I just can't put my finger on, but I have a feeling that it would only cause trouble for Mytho if it manifested itself.

At that moment though, when I saw that girl coming closer and closer- I felt two things at once. Part of it was bad, as if her presence would cause something horrible to occur to Mytho. But, at the same time, she seemed like a good omen as well; a thought that I kept dwelling on as I watched her frantically dashing about the school grounds.

I almost wanted to wait in the doorway for her, just so I could casually tell her that she was an hour early and that she'd best go on back to bed. But inwardly, I scolded myself for wanting to leave Mytho unprotected just so I could converse with this girl.

On hearing the main door open, the subconscious feeling grew stronger. Something was very strange about this girl; and I felt that if I let her too close to Mytho, someone was going to disappear from my life.

I almost rushed to her that very moment, hoping I could stop her from setting a single foot near Mytho. But for some reason, I found I couldn't even move. And I could still swear I heard an old man's voice in my head saying, "Leave her be. Let my story take its course."

That terrified me and I knew something bad was going to happen to Mytho if he met this girl.

"Oh I'm so late! Sensei is going to be furious with me!" Her voice echoed down the empty hallway.

I remember seeing her pass where I stood and once I heard the door down the hallway close- I stumbled forward. Whatever it was that had kept me from moving had let go.

Quietly I had followed her, edging my way towards the door and listening for any signs of trouble from within. First, I heard music. Then, I heard the girl babbling to Mytho about something. As I reached for the door, I heard her ask him the strangest thing.

"I'm weird, aren't I? I mean- even I think I'm weird."

"Not really," Mytho had replied. The girl, like the others, not thinking anything of Mytho's emotionless passive attitude.

"What? I'm not weird?"

"Not really."

"I can't believe that. No one's ever said that to me."

I cracked the door open and peered in; my curiosities about the girl being stifled due to my growing fear that Mytho would be hurt.

"Hey."

"Fakir…" Mytho murmured, looking up at me. I could see the girl sitting on edge as I approached, but I ignored her.

"I told you to let me know when you go out, didn't I?"

"I know."

"We're going. Stand up," I ordered him, but Mytho didn't move. "What's wrong?"

"My foot…"

"Foot? Did you twist it?"

"Yes."

"You idiot," I reprimanded. If he would only listen to me he wouldn't get hurt, but the damned good-hearted prince still keeps making him try.

"Um. That was my fault. He saved me when I tripped and…"

Thinking back on it, it was brave of her to speak up to an upperclassman like that. At the time, my mind had been elsewhere- still furious at Mytho for being so careless.

"What we're you thinking doing such a pointless thing?"

Once again, the girl had tried to defend Mytho, "So like I said, he was protecting me…"

"That's why I said it was pointless," I'd said, before turning to Mytho and yanking up him, "Stand up. We're going back to the dormitory."

"You don't have to be so rough with him!"

"Shut up!" My last words echo in my mind even now.
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As I walk across the pathways to the dorm, I pause and shake my head. I must have come off so cold to her at the time. But- there are too many things she doesn't understand about Mytho's past or why he can't be going around playing hero all the time. And either way, that doesn't change the fact that something about her makes me feel something inside.

For a moment, the secretary's implications register and I wonder if maybe that could be part of it. I did find myself strangely interested in this otherwise rather ordinary girl.

She was clumsy- but despite that she seemed to have a lot of bravery and spunk. And something about seeing her gave me an undeniable feeling of hope that all my problems as the Knight would soon be solved.

Sighing to myself, I shake my head once more.

"Fakir, you're the idiot. You can't go falling for someone this suspicious. You'll just have to forget what you think about her and keep her away from Mytho. That's your duty as the Knight."

And as I catch a brief glimpse of her poking around the bushes outside the boys dormitory I wonder what's more important- my duty to the Prince or my duty to my heart?

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