Hoorah for the reviews! I'm so glad you like my story, and yes I will be more descriptive…if I can. Thanks for telling me and encouraging me! Here's a duck plushie. (By the way, I found the line! You know, the thing to…oh, you'll see!)

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"Is this…" Fakir's voice trailed off as he stood up and picked up a few things from the ground that were damp and next to him.

Fakir was soaked to the bone and exhausted. His clothes were heavy and he had a small fever from being in the rain for quite some time. Fakir's expression was much worse though. He was aware that the yellow feathers, white nightgown, and pendant were Ahiru's, and they all meant that she was a duck again, making Fakir frantic.

He wanted to run and find her quickly, but as soon as he took another step, he collapsed onto the floor, letting out a line of cuss words.

Then, he heard footsteps of two people.

Looking up at the two figures, Fakir noticed that they were Mytho and Rue. They seemed worried, too.

"Where's Ahiru?" Rue asked, out of breath.

Mytho didn't answer; he was aware of the situation by the things in Fakir's hands.

"She's a duck again, isn't she?" Mytho asked, sulking.

"I'm assuming so," Fakir answered. "She isn't with you guys?"

They shook their heads and the three exchanged their concerned looks.

Standing up again, Fakir walked slowly, clenching the objects that Ahiru had left behind.

"Wait, Fakir! You don't look so well," Rue said, referring to his fever. His face was turning pinkish red and his eyes were barely open. Acting swiftly, she grabbed his arm, only to be shoved away.

"Shut up and leave me alone. Ahiru could be dead by now because of me," Fakir replied, his eyes swelling up with tears.

"Don't go there again! Besides, if she died, she would've died right next to you, snuggled up in your arm, with romantic crap like that. Ahiru loves you, and I'm sure she's smarter than she looks," Mytho explained sternly, hands turned into fists. He had a crystal clear point.

"I guess you're right. Help me find her, she couldn't have gone that far," Fakir said, turning around to them. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna be slowed down by some fever."

The couple smiled and nodded. As soon as they exited the cemetery, they split up and began their search for the missing Ahiru.

"Ahiru!" each of them cried. No quacks. No answers. Their confidence was growing dim.

After an hour before sunset, the group came across each other at the entrance of Kinkan Academy. No one had any success to find their friend. They could tell by the expression of their faces.

Fakir glanced at the stuff that Ahiru had left behind.

"Where are you, Ahiru?" he thought, sulking.

"Fakir, I'm sure she's out there," Rue said, showing a sympathetic look. "Once in a while, the vision of your love begins to fade. Of course nobody wants that, but the image will gradually become clearer. What I'm saying is this: no matter how far away she seems, no matter how blurry her appearance seems to get, she'll come back to you. I learned that from Mytho and from myself."

Fakir looked up at Rue, then at Mytho. Both of their faces were soaked in tears. She was right.

Then, they heard a loud booming sound, with bright colors coming after. There were fireworks lighting up the sky. Everyone they saw was watching.

The three friends took each other hand-in-hand and looked at the fireworks.

"Arigatou Mytho, Rue," Fakir answered.

Minuets of happiness were here, as all of them wiped away their tears. There was remaining hope.

Fakir was enjoying the scene as well, but suddenly, his eyes became dilated as he noticed the last thing he didn't want to see floating in the sky...