"Fakir…" Ahiru looked at the wreckage before her. I jumped out of the way. Did Fakir? Ahiru looked down. Probably not. The way he was acting with just a little thunder and lightning.
Ahiru angrily stood up and yelled at the pile of rubble. "FAKIR! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ACT LIKE YOU HAVE NO WEAKNESS?!"
She sank down to her knees. "All of this could have been avoided…if…" "NO!"
Ahiru placed her hand over her mouth. "If I didn't make Fakir that on edge. It's my fault, like usual…" Ahiru feels tears well up in her eyes. "I mess up everything!"
Ahiru rushes to the wreckage, desperately pulling away pieces of fallen roof. "F-F-Fakir, answer me…"
She feels a piece of metal cut into her arm. Funny, that didn't hurt. Nothing could hurt right now…
Ahiru sees the white of Fakir's shirt, buried under a large piece of roof tin. "F-Fakir." She tries to pull furiously, the metal too heavy for her small size. "Wait, please…"
She tries to grab his shirt, to pull him out in a fruitless attempt. "Come on." By now her arm is searing with pain, from the cut and pressure she's putting on it right now.
"Help me Fakir, come on!" Ahiru is saying this through clenched teeth. She tries again, getting a grip on his shirt.
She pulls.
No.
It seems too easy.
Not Possible.
She tries to look where she just was pulling, for anything else.
There's no way…
Ahiru now just collapses on the ground, her sobs mixing with rueful cries and her blood.
Cries filled with pain, fear, and anguish.
No… What I pulled out.
All Ahiru pulled out was Fakir's torn shirt.
His torn shirt, with blood on it.
Not from her arm.
The blood from him as well.
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! ;)