Hi-lo. I was struck with inspiration somewhere in the middle, and I hope it's liked. Sorry if I'm such a lazy-ass author. ; Oh, and the rating may change to M sometime soon.
Enjoy.
He swung the sword around and it made a satisfying slash as it went right through a piece of old wood without displacing it in the slightest.
It was the very opposite of hollow, and it made one hell of a noise when half of it dropped onto the grass-covered ground.
If Fakir knew well enough of the two weeks he'd been a prisoner, then Ahiru should be sprinting her way down to the garden to see what the noise was about right about- "What was that?!" It almost made Fakir smile to see the girl exhausted and worried at the door to the closed-off dome of a garden.
She seemed to be a bit nervous to see that Fakir had his sword out, but straightened up and said, "Would you like something to drink?"
He blinked and said, "You don't have to-" "Okay, I'll just get water. Or juice, or lemonade." She interrupted him, speaking cheerily.
She didn't even wait for an answer as she hurried back into the house. Fakir sighed. He knew what it was: She was still afraid of him.
It never bothered him before, but why was she trying to be so nice? Fakir was a prisoner, but she treated him like a guest.
And, somehow, things felt different around the redhead. He didn't know what it was. But…
"You can get to him if you know how. Don't try anything yet; just because I've told you his location doesn't mean you can get to him immediately." Rue said grimly.
"Don't worry, I think before I act. Unfortunately, people are much more impatient than I am, and soon the others won't even wait for an advantage, seeing as their two great leaders are in captivity." Autor said, just as darkly.
"That's not my problem. But remember the deal: keep your end of the bargain and I will mine. I'll give you what you need if you tell no one anything more about me." Rue said.
"Mythos. Have they been treating you well?" Tutu asked. The Prince had been moved from the cell, to a beautiful room, and Tutu had guessed why.
"Has Kraehe been treating you well?" She rephrased.
"Yes. It's been better." Mythos replied with a semblance of a smile. "But I'd really rather see you more, Princess."
Tutu blushed and took the hand that Mythos offered.
"Let us dance." He said quietly.
He felt the ennui creep up to him as he lay on the bed. It was late afternoon, and Ahiru was probably looking around the house for him.
And, once again, he was right. "You've been here the whole time?" She asked.
He made a grunt in affirmative, and she sighed. "Do you- Do you want to go outside of this place?" She asked quietly.
"You can if you want to. I'm sorry for keeping you here so long." Ahiru continued.
"Why?" He asked in a monotone.
"Huh-" "Why are you letting me go?" Fakir demanded. "Because that's what you want, isn't it? I don't have any ulterior motives, Fakir." Ahiru said shakily.
Fakir was stubborn, but even he could see the very blatant innocence in Ahiru's intentions.
"The front door's open, and the security's off. Just be careful, okay?" Ahiru said softly.
Fakir stood up and picked up his sheathed sword, which stood beside the door, passing Ahiru without a word.
"Take care." He heard her say as he walked out the door.
"You too." He murmured.
And, true to Ahiru's word, the door was open, as was the gate, and he just walked out, as though it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Pike, look!!!" Lillie screeched. The two were passing the bridge near the walls of the hidden village, when Pike saw what her friend did: a familiar figure drenched in the drizzling rain and beginning fog.
The words were hardly out of her mouth when Lillie shouted it out first. "Fakir's back!!!"
"So you're alright then. What about Mythos?" Autor asked with as little emotion as possible.
"I know where he is." Fakir said. "And?" "I'm going tonight." Fakir continued.
"Not alone again, I hope." Autor said, putting emphasis on the again, referring to the last time he'd gone alone.
"If you must." Fakir sighed.
Autor gathered a number of people to fight with Fakir, as they were readying themselves to storm the Raven's Castle.
There was no stopping the dozens of the hundred villagers from wanting to join, because they all knew how big it would be this time.
Fakir only had one thing to say to them.
"This is for Mythos."
"What was that?" Kraehe wondered as she walked the halls of the Castle.
"Hmm?" Ahiru mumbled absently.
"Ahiru, you seem distracted. How has your charge been lately?" Kraehe asked maliciously.
"Fine. He's so quiet it's as though he's not even there." Ahiru replied with weak humor.
Kraehe was about to say something when she heard it again. Only this time, the noise was accompanied by the floor shuddering strangely.
"Ambush." Kraehe muttered angrily. Ahiru's eyes were fearful. The two then took off to Mythos' room.
Fakir was trying to remember the plans he'd taken from a study in Ahiru's house when she wasn't around, the plans of a portion of the Castle.
It wasn't all that hard, though, because he soon found the corridor to the cell. But Mythos wasn't there.
"Dammit." He muttered, hitting the wall.
Where could he have gone? Fakir couldn't just guess now, and the others were fighting the ravens that guarded the place.
Should he join them? But if he did, they'd realize that he was free and they'd blame Ahiru. Fakir didn't want that. She was innocent and kind. She didn't deserve that.
"Fakir!" The familiar voice snapped him out of his senses and he saw the redhead standing behind him, looking breathless.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Mythos was transferred, but I know where he is. We have to hurry! I-" Ahiru got cut off when a monstrous pain attacked her head and she collapsed on her knees, clutching her skull with both hands.
Fakir went over, and he could see she was struggling. He probably second-guessed it, but he could tell she was fighting an inner battle, with Tutu.
She couldn't even stand up by herself, but she was still in control. Fakir heard noises from the end of the hallway and decided that it would be too dangerous if they were spotted, so he picked her up in a swift movement, which also seemed to break Ahiru away from most of her pain.
By the look of her eyes, Fakir was relieved to see that Ahiru was still there.
"We have to go up there." Ahiru said, wincing, as she grasped her forehead with one hand. "Lead the way." Fakir said.
"Tutu, what will you do if she goes out of your control? You know that if you give Ahiru too much freedom, sooner or later, she'll take over."
Tutu nodded.
"You don't seem to care." He said.
"Ahiru wouldn't do that." Tutu said strongly.
"Sure… But you be careful, little girl."
"He's not here!" Ahiru exclaimed in shock. Fakir put her down swiftly but carefully as he looked around the room.
Right then, he heard it. Beeping. This was not good.
His first instinct made him run towards Ahiru and as soon as he felt her small form between his arms, an explosion ransacked the room and hallways surrounding it.
First there was pain, and then there was silence.
"Fakir!!!"
Ennuiboredom Sorry, I was just itching to use the word XD Anyway, this was freaking short compared to the other two chapters, but I guess shorter chapters equal more updates. Well, anyway, review please. I hope it's developing well.