Sorry I took so long to update everyone! Just your usual writer's block and school life. Plus I've been working on other stories. I hope you enjoy! :)

~YogurtPanda


Chapter 5: Please stop it, master!

Fakir grunted before waking up slowly. He was in a room of some sort. He noticed that he was laying on a red couch with a blanket put over him.

"Where am I…?"

His question was answered when the door opened and Rue and Mytho came in.

"You're finally awake." Rue said, bluntly as she carried in a tray with tea.

Fakir made an annoyed expression towards Rue before receiving a hug from Mytho.

"Thank goodness you're alright!" Mytho cried.

Fakir rubbed the back of neck nervously as his friend began to sob.

"I'm sorry I worried you, Mytho..."

Rue flipped her hair, putting a hand on her hip.

"I wouldn't compare his worry to Ahiru's."

Fakir gasped and looked to Rue.

"Is Ahiru ok?!"

"She's fine, Fakir..." Mytho reassured his friend. "But she was really worried about you."

Fakir clenched the blanket in his hands as he hung his head low.

"I guess she doesn't want to see me…" "I don't blame her."

Rue and Mytho looked to each other with worried expressions before heading to the door.

"We'll leave you alone for now. Tell us if you need anything."

As the door closed, Fakir punched the couch with his fist. He wanted to see Ahiru. No, seeing her wouldn't be enough. Just to hear her voice, see her warm smile; look deep into those blue eyes that made his heart melt.

He heard the door open slowly. Ahiru peeked from the door, timidly.

"May I come in...?"

Fakir nodded slowly, allowing Ahiru to enter. Ahiru closed the door gently behind her and walked towards the couch. Her hands came together at the front.

"How are you feeling, master?"

Fakir ran a hand through his hair as he sighed.

"Not very good I'm afraid…"

He felt a soft hand touch his forehead, gently.

"You do feel a little warm…" She moved her hand away from his forehead. "I'll take care of master, ok?"

Fakir clenched the sheets that covered him. He knew Ahiru wasn't comfortable with being around him at the moment.

"Ahiru, you don't have to force yourself."

"I'm not forcing myself." Ahiru responded, looking away from Fakir.

There was a deep silence that hung in the air. Fakir glanced towards Ahiru, who also glanced towards him. The two blushed instantly and looked away from each other.

"W-Would you like me to continue the special service, master?"

"If that is what Alice wishes." Fakir responded.

Ahiru bowed gently before going to the tray to prepare the tea.

"What type of tea would you like, master?"

Fakir folded the blanket that was covering him, making room for Ahiru to sit on the couch.

"I only want to drink Alice's tea."

Ahiru nodded gently, preparing the tea the way she did earlier. Fakir watched Ahiru's movements cautiously, making sure nothing disturbed her form. Ahiru placed the teacup on its plate. She came over to Fakir and took place next to him. Ahiru blew on the brown liquid, gently before placing it towards Fakir's lips.

"Drink this, master."

Fakir held the teacup with Ahiru and took a small sip from it. The same sweet yet bitter taste lingered in his mouth.

"It's delicious."

Ahiru smiled and placed the teacup down on the coffee table next to the couch. Suddenly, she felt her braid lift up slightly. Ahiru turned to see Fakir give it a gentle kiss.

"Ahiru…" Fakir whispered.

Ahiru's cheeks flushed bright red. She quickly moved away from the couch. Fakir gasped as he watched tears stream down her cheeks.

"Please stop it…" She began to hiccup. "Stop making me fall in love with you, master!" Ahiru cried as she tried to wipe her eyes with her hands.

Fakir's eyes widened at the crying girl before him. She loved him?

Ahiru quickly covered her mouth, realizing what she had said. She ran from the room, leaving Fakir speechless.