It's weird, how there are no accident in the world, only what is meant to be, and what is not meant to be. ~ SweetSoul3155

(I found a song that inspired me somehow, Sometimes – Skillet,)

A/N: Thank-you 4everanime! I loved the suggestion and I love how patient you all are, I will try and make this longer, just for you!

I enjoy the reviews and the criticism as long as you don't verbally tear this story down.

~ Ahiru's Prov. ~

Pulling back from the hug, you grin as it really, REALLY hit you. You're HUMAN! You felt like laughing and jumping around. Suddenly something else struck you; you only had a shirt on! Yelping, you rush into a bush blushing. Fakir stands there for a few moments before realizing,

.: Fakir's Thoughts:. 'Wait...…!'

His face turns red and he looks away and mutters, "Ah, um, Ahiru, let's get back to the house and get you in some more clothes…" Poking your head out, you nod and feeling self-conscience cross your arms in front of your chest and begin walking with Fakir back to the house.

Twitching from the silence, you final say, "Fakir, I thought you got over your moody silence." He pauses and you crash into his back. He looks back and you are cradling your forehead while anime-crying. Smirking, he replies, "I thought you got over your clumsiness, Moron." the total tone of affection in the last word made you grin as he gave you a hand up. He pulled a little too hard and you crash into his chest. Blushing heavily, you look up and see him smiling. "See? So clumsy, let's go, the house is near." He tugged on your hand, breaking you out of your trance. Stumbling along, you get to the back door where the kitchen was and Fakir pushes it open.

Unfortunately, Charon happened to be making lunch in there. He turned to the both of you, blinked twice, and then slapped his head, muttering, "What is wrong with you kids today, Fakir, you better have used protection. And get her some clothes for goodness sakes! She must be cold!" Both of your faces reverted to red as Fakir ran into the house to get your clothes. Crossing your arms again, you rush after him, up the steps to where you heard a bunch of sounds. He steps out of his room and hands you some clothes without look at you.

Still blushing, you peck his cheek whispering, "Thank-you," and rush into his room, closing the door behind you. Sighing in relief, you quickly change into the clothes and smile. They were a little bit loose. Bringing the sleeve to your nose, you breathe in his scent and melt, 'He always smelled so good,' Opening the door, you see him leaning against the other wall. He smiles as he looks at you in his clothes. Teasingly, you say, "My Fakir, you got to eat more! Your clothes practically fit me!" As you scolded him fakely, you couldn't stop the blush taking over your face as the memory of what you just did lingered in your mind. That same blush mimicked on his face as he grunted and moved his head in a 'Let's go' action to the stairs.

As you went down the steps, you inevitably tripped on the last one just as Fakir turned to you from the bottom. Then gravity did the rest as you took him down to the floor with you. Your lips landed on his as he held you in an awkward position with his hands on the back of your thighs as your hands laid flat against his chest, clutching his shirt. Unfortunately, the bad luck streak continued, Charon just happened to come into the room right at that moment and was openly gapping at you two.

'Man, bad luck is my best friend or what today!'