Ahiru sat beside the window in the early morning. Fakir wasn't awake yet.

"My head still hurts…" mumbled Ahiru, massaging her temples.

Then, she saw a dark figure dart across her window. She stretched out her head to see who or what it was. Before she knew it, she fainted and was kidnapped. Again.

It was Princess Envy's doing. Then, she took the form of Ahiru. She looked exactly like her.

"This way, I'll make him love me for sure," she thought, grinning. "I'll get the love I deserve."

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During middle of classes, Fakir stayed by "Ahiru" the whole time, just to see if she was okay.

"Ahiru-san, it is your turn," Mr. Cat said to her. She nodded and took the floor.

Everyone was awe-struck. She was performing with en pointe. The piourettes went smoothly, and her jumps were high. During one of her twirls, she quickly glanced back at Fakir, who was smiling.

"Everything's going perfectly," she thought.

When "Ahiru" finished, everyone applauded. "Sugoi, Ahiru-san! That's it for classes, everyone!" Mr. Cat said aloud.

"Ahiru" ran up to Fakir, grabbed his hand, and pulled him out the door.

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"Why did you capture me anyway?" Ahiru shouted. She was being held in a black sphere.

"It is Mistress Envy's wish," the guard answered. "She'll earn the love that she wants by taking your form."

"Fakir isn't that dumb!" she retorted. "Fakir is one of my closest friends! He'll know that isn't me!"

"Oh, really?" his face got eerie. "Look."

He snapped his fingers and an image appeared in the darkness. It showed Fakir and "Ahiru" in the courtyard together. Envy was still in her form.

"Did you know," he replied. "That the only way to stop him from getting hurt is to erase that new form of her."

"W-what do you mean?"

"In order for Mistress Envy to return to her original body, you must severely hurt yourself."

Ahiru gasped. She didn't have any weapons on her. Then, she glanced at the heart-shaped pendant that she had. That was the only way…

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"Ahiru, why did you drag me out of there?" Fakir asked.

She smiled. "I want to tell you my feelings."

He blinked, faintly blushing. "H-h-huh?"

"I love you,"

Fakir stared at her for a while. He started walking up to her, closing the space from both their faces.

"No! Fakir, that isn't me!" Ahiru shouted at the image and banging on the sphere.

The space between them was decreasing.

"As I thought. This is working," "Ahiru" thought.

"Fakir…"

"Fakir! Yamete! Stop it! I thought you were smarter than this!" Ahiru had no choice. She took off her pendant and grinded its edge on the sphere Then, she pierced herself in the stomach, red liquid spewing.

Fakir stopped mid-way and looked into her eyes. His blush fainted and he chuckled a little.

"You thought you could really trick me by taking Ahiru's form, huh Envy?" Fakir replied.

She stuttered and fell to the ground. "…H-how did you know!"

"Ahiru wouldn't say it that way. Besides, she's too scared. Her dancing is horrible as well. That I know from her. I would love you if you were her," he explained. "So, where's the real Ahiru?"

She glared at him. Envy was about to answer, but instead of words coming out of her mouth, blood appeared. She returned to her original form and disappeared in a black tornado. Then, a black hole appeared and Ahiru came out of it.

"Ahiru!" Fakir exclaimed, running to her side. He saw her injury and put his head on her chest to hear her heartbeat.

"It's really fast…"

He ripped some of his garments and tied it around her waist to stop the bleeding. It wasn't helping at all. Fakir picked her up and took her to the infirmary.