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I'm just a fan, not the owner, except for the 'Voice'
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DANCE MY PUPPETS DANCE

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Once upon a time, there was a story about a prince and a raven; however that story came from an even bigger one. From a story where the prince and the raven were miniscule, in fact they were never even known. They were only mentioned in end, when the princess died.
"Not good not good," Drosslmeyeer said, while he paced back and forth.

Taptaptap, "What's wrong-sora?" Uzura asked, "Is it back-sora?"

"She's ruining everything yet again, its horrible horrible. She was always so annoying when she didn't get her way,"

Uzura stared up at him with her wondrous indigo eyes, "awww," she mused.

Drosslmeyeer stopped in his tracks, "We must rid ourselves of her," he turn and smile grimacingly at her, "We should write her out for good," Drosslmeyeer laughed an evil laugh, contorting his own space and time

Ahiru awoke on Fakirs bed, while he lay silently asleep on the floor. Ahiru glanced at him and blushed, he was only down there after a staring contest to see who should sleep on the bed, "I was the one to fall asleep so you just put me on the bed," she giggled.

She knelled on the floor besides Fakir and brushed a few stray hairs from his face. He looked different to her; he was no longer her knight in shining armor but a writer. He has gotten a bit thin from continuously writing, however, that didn't dampen his good looks. Ahiru stroked Fakir's cheek and lightly touched his lips with her finger, "There so soft, have you ever kissed a girl before Fakir," she chuckled

"Wanna be the first," his eyes lazed open as he pulled her down. Their lips touched, Ahiru tried to free her self, but the pleasure over whelmed her. She pushed harder against Fakir eliminating the little space between them. Fakirs arms wrapped tightly around her, his tongue played on her lips begging for them to separate. Ahiru parted her lips and allowed his entry; his tongue tasted every corner of her mouth. Ahiru's heart raced wanting more, she could feel the area between her legs wetting and Fakir's shaft hard on her thigh.

Fakir shifted so he could be on top, his lips parted from hers and he stared in her eyes. Her cerulean eyes stared back into his auburn one's

"I can't" He stood up, "Go back to bed," he paused and looked at her, Ahiru wore a confused yet hurt look, "See you in the morning," With that Fakir left the room and headed towards the couch.

"Poor little Fakir, How can you ever find the princess with that duck in the way?".

'Am I hearing things' Fakir thought as he heard the feminine voice ion his head.

"Well when someone talks you hear them, Don't you, my heir?" the voice retorted

" "

'Why can't I speak? What have you done to me?' He grew angry

"There's no need for words, plus the little duck in the corner will hear you," pause, "and I would like to have a private conversation with my sole grandchild"

'What, I thought I was Drosslmeyeer's heir, from his blood line,'

"Brother and sister share the same blood, You think Drosslmeyeer is the only story teller," the voice remarked, "poor dearie,"

'What,' Fakir thought as he tried to intake this new information.

"Before she wakes you, I'm just dying to tell you something,"

'Tell me…'

"I'm talking dear, Well I warn you to stay away from the duck, for she no longer houses the princess', your princess' soul, You are Fakir, and you were given that name for a reason, now live up to it, can you find the princess' soul that Drosslmeyeer stole from her and ravished? Can you, well you need to. Now wake up Fakir, wake up,"

'Wait what's your name?'

"Wake up Fakir,"

"Wake up sleepy head, its morning," came Ahiru.

"The princess' soul, mumbled, "Is it like the heart shards?"

"What are you talking about silly?"

"Ahiru, ummm, sorry about last night," she leaned in and touched her lips to his.

"Its ok, I really liked it," she whispered, "Maybe we should try again sometime,"

"Ahiru?" Fakir questioned, 'What happened to her child like innocence?

"I told you, that's not her,"

"Ahiru are you ok?" Fakir asked,

"Yes I fine," she smiled

"A rose by any other name is still a rose, However, she, even by the same name, will not be the Ahiru you once knew,"

"Are you sure?"

"You should kill the fake. Always kill of the character before it kill its self,"

"I'm fine, now Charon's waiting for us in the kitchen,"

"Goodbye for now, my kin,"

Fakir watched as Ahiru skipped away with her yellow dress playing at her sides, 'Damn she looks good,' he mused.

Kind fast paced, but there's sooooooooooo much that has to happen,
I hope you enjoyed, although I kinda rushed it
criticism welcomed, I think I need it.

-Mel-