Ahiru didn't like how dark the sky was getting. "Uhh. Fakir. I think it might rain."
Fakir rolled his eyes. "Thank you for stating the obvious Baka." Ahiru stopped waling. "No! I mean rain hard!" Fakir gave her a blank stare. "So your point is?" "I don't think we're going to make it home before the rain falls." At the instant Ahiru stopped talking it started to pour. The winds were picking up as well.
Fakir clutched Ahiru's hand tighter. "It seems like a storm…" Ahiru nodded. "Yeah, I don't mind getting wet though." She straightened up. "Because I used to be a duck and all…" Fakir interrupted her. "Do you see any shelter we could wait in?" "Fakir, it's just rain!"
CRACK!
Lightening just cracked the tree a few feet in front of them in half.
Ahiru turned and didn't see Fakir at her side anymore. "Fakir?" She looked back and saw him a good ten feet away. "Are you okay?"
He rushed up and pulled her far away from where the lightening hit. "Baka! You want to get killed?" Ahiru gave him a humorous look. "It's only lightening Fakir-." She stopped talking and peered up into Fakir's face. "Wait, you don't like the lightening do you?"
He avoided her gaze and saw an abandoned shack. He pulled her inside.
The shack only had one room, with a few blankets in the middle of the floor. There were also four windows, one for every side. To Fakir the whole place seemed to be built unstably. "Sit down." Fakir used his "ordering voice."
Ahiru heeded, but still gave Fakir a knowing smirk. "Where were we?" Fakir scowled at her. "So what's wrong with lightning Fakir?" "Nothing. It's just dangerous."
Ahiru didn't seem convinced with Fakir's answer.
She picked up one of the musty blankets and wrapped it around Fakir. "I think we might be here a while…" The never-ending pounding of rain supported this. They both sat down, (away from the windows, as Fakir "ordered.")
Ahiru wasn't scared of the elements, having been born around them, since she was a duck. Fakir it seemed to her wasn't as sure. Honestly, he thinks we're all going to get killed by a little lightening, and thunder.
Thunder shook the walls of the shack just then. And it didn't seem to help Fakir in the least. "Fakir, what's wrong?" "I told you, nothing is wrong. I just merely didn't want you to get hurt by anymore falling trees or lightening strikes." He gave her another scowl. "When is caring for someone mean fear?"
Ahiru smiled slyly. "It doesn't normally, unless the person who is trying to protect the someone seems more in need of protecting than the someone." Fakir stared blankly at her. "Fakir, you're wrapping the blanket around you so tightly it's ripping." Ahiru gave him hers to share. "Why are you scared?"
As much as he liked having Ahiru this close to him, he still pushed her away. "I'm not scared!" "Really?"
Ahiru got up and went near one of the windows. The lightening and thunder was getting louder and closer every second. At that moment a flash of lightening lit up the room, right after another large boom of thunder. "See Fakir, nothing happened." Ahiru got more reckless. She put her face to the window. "See?" A lightening strike hit the ground inches from the shack, right in front of the window Ahiru was face-to-face with.
This "startled Ahiru briefly and she gave a jump of surprise, with a short shriek…"
"AHIRU!"
Fakir then got up and pushed Ahiru to the floor below the window. He had her pinned under him. "B-BAKA! WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE Y-YOU THINKING?!"
To Ahiru playing this joke was all in good fun, but her joy ran short when she saw Fakir's face.
It wasn't one of normal concern, but of pure fear. Fakir's pupils were contacted, and he was near hyperventilation. He had his arms pin her wrists down, in a prison hold. "F-Fakir?" I've never seen him this bad before.
Another session of thunder and lightening passed.
Fakir hid his face in her neck. "Fakir, what's wrong?!"
BOOM! CRACK!
He was shaking now, not trying to control it. "Fakir, stop it! You're really scaring me now!"
After a few minutes of this Ahiru tried to get free of Fakir's death grip. Surprisingly, he didn't care. Ahiru was worried. It's like he's in a world of his own…
Ahiru took Fakir's shoulders and raised him to a sitting position. "Fakir." He kept his head down. "Fakir!" Ahiru tried to shake Fakir out of it. "Admit it! You're scared!"
He gave her a blank stare of fear. "I was joking! It's okay!" Fakir shakily looked up at Ahiru. "Joking…" "Yes. Because you wouldn't admit it." "Admit it…" Fakir trailed off.
Fakir regained himself for a brief second. "JOKING?" Ahiru didn't seem so sure that was the right thing to say. "Yes…"
He looked up at her. "Why?" "Because you always act so closed off from everyone! Fakir! Everyone has fears. You can admit them to me." Fakir saw Ahiru's eyes of compassion look up at him. "Ahiru…" Ahiru looked expectantly at Fakir. "Yes…?"
"I don't have anything to fear about!" Ahiru was mad now. "Then what do you call hyperventilation and shaking? You promised you wouldn't act defensive anymore." "Who is acting defensive?!"
"There you go again!"
Fakir took Ahiru's hands in his own. "I'm fine, what just happened is me overreacting to an obvious practical joke you were making, do to my lack of sleep. Writing stories takes a lot out of you."
"Then why are you crushing my hands and still shaking." Fakir looked away. "I'm not." He let go of Ahiru's hands though. "I'm shaking because I'm cold." He looked straight into Ahiru's eyes. "I have no fear of lightening or thunder." He said pointedly.
At the end of his sentence a lightening strike hits the roof, splitting it open. Rain burst in, the thunder could be heard at full volume. Ahiru was safely away from the wreckage of the roof.
She looked around.
Fakir was no where to be found.
THAT'S THE END OF THE STROY PART! please review! I have to know if it sounds good!
OH YEAH! I DON'T OWN PRINCESS TUTU! that counts for this and all future story parts! ;)