Hey everyone, sorry I took so long updating. I was working on my other Princess Tutu story. Here's Chapter 2! I hope you enjoy! :) There's not much Ahiru x Fakir, but there is some Mytho x Rue.

UPDATED: 2/22/15

~YogurtPanda


Chapter 2: Master, what is an indirect kiss?

Ahiru stood motionless as she and Fakir eyed each other. Rue giggled while looking at the two. She went over to Ahiru, who stood inanimate, like a statue.

"Don't be rude, Alice. Serve our guest."

Ahiru turned her head slowly towards Rue. "I thought you only wanted to invite Mytho…"

"Oh? I thought you wanted to spend more time with Fakir."

Ahiru's cheeks flushed red.

"T-That's…"

Ahiru glanced over to Fakir, nervously.

Fakir looked the other way as his cheeks colored pink.

"Well, are you going to serve me or not?"

Ahiru pulled herself together and quickly went over to Fakir.

"Umm…would you like some tea?" Ahiru said, nervously.

Fakir nodded and watched as Ahiru gently poured some black tea into a white teacup. He noticed the gracefulness in the way Ahiru poured. She wore a warm smile on her face and seemed to make the atmosphere around her calm. Fakir couldn't help but watch Ahiru with interest.

After Ahiru finished pouring the tea, she sat the teacup down gently on its plate.

"Can I interest you in a parfait, sir?"

Fakir nodded and watched as Ahiru did a small courtesy, leaving the room. Fakir felt his face heat up, intensely.

"Oh? What's this?" He heard Rue giggle. "I think you fell in love with Alice."

Fakir ran a hand through his hair.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Fakir brought the teacup to his lips and took a sip. His eyes sparkled with awe at the taste. It wasn't too sweet or too bitter. Almost like Fakir himself.

"This tea is really good…"

Rue smiled as she rose from Mytho's lap.

"Of course it is. Only Alice makes the best here."

Rue went to go get Mytho his order, leaving the two boys alone to themselves.

"Fakir, what do you think of Ahiru?" Mytho asked from across the table.

Fakir choked on the tea and quickly sat the teacup down to avoid spilling it.

"Why are you asking me such a ridiculous question?"

Mytho smiled at the nervousness of his friend.

"You like Ahiru don't you, Fakir?"

Fakir blushed and then looked over to Ahiru, who was making his parfait with care.

Ahiru noticed Fakir was watching her and responded with a small smile.

Fakir became nervous and quickly looked away.

"Why is she so cute?"

He heard Mytho chuckle to himself, which led to Fakir throwing a spoon at his head.

Rue came back into the room carrying a tray. She glared at Fakir when he threw the spoon at Mytho.

"If you hurt my guest… It's OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

Fakir flinched and watched as Rue brought in some tarts that were heart-shaped. She sat in Mytho's lap and picked one up.

"Will you open your mouth for me, master?" she said in a pleading voice.

Mytho blushed before slowly opening his mouth, taking a small bite of the tart.

His eyes lit up at the taste.

"Your tarts are delicious, Rue."

Rue blushed at Mytho's comment before clearing her throat, putting on a confident facade.

"O-Of course they are. I am the queen after all."

Mytho picked up a tart and brought it towards Rue's mouth.

"Can I feed you, my queen?"

Rue was speechless at Mytho's boldness, but she slowly nodded, receiving a bite from the tart.

"If you ate from the same one, it would've been an indirect kiss." said Fakir as he watched them with a smug look on his face.

Mytho and Rue looked to Fakir before blushing in embarrassment.

Ahiru then came in the room with Fakir's parfait.

"Fakir, don't tease Rue-chan and Mytho-senpai…"

Fakir watched as Ahiru took the seat next to him. She picked up a spoon from the table, gently dipping it into the parfait, getting some of the whipped cream and berries.

"Will you have a taste?" Ahiru said as she brought the spoon to Fakir's lips.

Fakir hesitated, but then slowly opened his mouth receiving the dessert.

"How is it?" Ahiru asked a bit worried she didn't make it right.

"It's really good." Fakir responded.

Ahiru sighed with relief. "I'm glad…"

Fakir looked to Ahiru with a tender expression before taking the spoon from her hand, dipping it in the parfait, bringing it to her mouth.

"Here Ahiru, you try some too."

Ahiru looked to the spoon in Fakir's hand.

"But... you ate from that spoon, Fakir."

A smirk came to Rue's face as she realized what Fakir was doing.

"I want to claim Ahiru's first."

Ahiru tilted her head in confusion as she looked up to Fakir.

"First?"

Fakir froze up as he realized what he said. His face burned deep red in embarrassment.

Ahiru put a hand to his forehead.

"Are you ok, Fakir?"

Fakir's heart pounded at the touch of Ahiru's skin against his forehead.

"I need to get some air…"

Ahiru watched as Fakir left the room and went out the door of the café. She put a hand to her heart before looking to Mytho and Rue.

"Is Fakir feeling alright?"

Rue giggled. "I think he may have caught a bit of a bug."

"That's horrible…" "I'm going to go see if he's ok."

Ahiru left the room, leaving Mytho and Rue alone.

"Hey Rue, do you think it's a good idea to let them leave?"

Rue smiled and brought Mytho's face closer to hers, touching their foreheads together.

"Ahiru is the key to making Fakir show his true feelings towards her. We must let things progress between them."

Mytho smiled at Rue and nodded.

"Okay."