I was actually planning to quit this fanfic early, but thanx to you guys, I guess I changed my mind!
Disclaimer: I don't own Princess Tutu.
"Hey, what's up with your hands?" Fakir asked.
She groaned. Ahiru was lying in their dorm, her hands bandaged up.
"Ei, it's nothing for you to be concerned about. I, umm…did something in a way to hurt my hand and well I was doing something and, well…" Ahiru could tell that her alibi wasn't getting anywhere.
He sighed. " I just don't understand you at all. Anyway, I found you unconscious on the floor in the practice room, along with another guy right next to you in the same situation." His eyes were looking into hers with a stern look.
She rubbed her eyes. "Look, nothing happened."
"Something did. So just tell me."
"I said nothing happened—"
He was loosing his patience. Fakir grabbed her wrist suddenly and pulled her closer to him.
Ahiru didn't know what kind of feeling should be at hand. But, it started to hurt.
Trying to pull away from his grasp, he noticed and let go. "Sorry…"
She rubbed her eyes and said, "Look, thanks for worrying about me, but I'm okay now."
Ahiru poked him and he turned away, a little flushed from his rare kindness.
Suddenly, Ahiru's eyes became diolated and the eye color turned crimson, but it went back to normal moments later. Fakir didn't notice this since he was still floating somewhere in La-La Land.
"F-Fakir?"
Fakir glanced at her. "Yeah?"
She lost her words. Ahiru couldn't speak, so she just shook her head.
"Baka. Just get some rest, okay?" He bonked her on the head lightly. Then he went onto his bed and started to read a book.
Fakir would look at Ahiru now and then from across the room, just to check up on her.
Ahiru was, for some reason, having a hard time to breathe. She grasped her heart, as it was beating faster than normal. Tossing and turning, she fell onto the floor, with Fakir shocked.
He quickly ran to her side and checked her forehead. It was sweaty and…cold. "O-oi, what's happening? Just say it."
She shook her head once more.
"Her heart is aching, don't you see?" a voice said behind him. He turned his head to look, with Ahiru in his arms.
"Those marks on her hand were from a raven. A special type of raven that could fill the hearts of little, innocent people with raven's blood." He grinned.
Fakir wanted to erase it.
Ahiru disappeared from his arms and she appeared in the mysterious person's arms. His face did not reveal who it was. Before Fakir knew it, they were gone.
Fakir pounded his fist on the floor, cursing several times.
"Ahiru.. you moron…"