A/N: Thanks for the reviews again! This chapter is longer than the last one in order to make up for its shortness. Also, this chapter is more light-hearted and hopefully humorous. I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Happy reading!

The Will

Uzura pushed away her frightened thoughts to the back of her mind when she felt Duck pull gently on her arm.

"Come on Uzura, we have to go meet Charon's lawyer now." Duck said as she continued to pull Uzura away from the gravesite.

Uzura's interest piqued upon hearing this. "What's a loy-yer-zura?" She asked, walking willingly along with Duck away from Charon's buried body.

There was a moment of silence while Duck thought best on how to answer that question. "A lawyer is a person who helps people when they're in trouble."

The two girls continued to walk out of the cemetery, following the other funeral goers through the black iron gates and into the cobbled streets of Gold Crown Town. "Do you mean like Princess Tutu-zura?" Uzura piped up, trying her best to understand.

Duck giggled a little bit at the comparison, trying to imagine Charon's lawyer in a tutu. "Yeah, kind of like Princess Tutu, only more serious. They help people who get in trouble with the law, and they're really smart too!" Duck exclaimed, her mind getting dizzy from just thinking about lawyer terminology.

Uzura blinked perplexed. "Does that mean that Charon got in trouble-zura?"

A quack of surprise was her answer, as Duck fumbled to get her wording right. She was really happy that she couldn't turn back into a duck because of all the hassle it would be to find water at the moment but she still couldn't quiet quit the habit of quacking like a duck when she was startled. Flapping her arms like they were wings, Duck hurried to explain. "No, no, no, no! Charon didn't get into any trouble. We're just going to read his will!"

The blue-eyed puppet stared in confusion at the energetic girl. She hadn't seen Duck act this way since Charon had passed. It gave her the calming feeling of normality once again as she smiled and beat her drum. "Ok, so what's a will-zura?"

Duck stopped flapping her arms like a lunatic, (people were starting to stare at her after all) and tried to think of the best way to explain. "Um…basically a will is a person's last wishes before they die. They write down what they wish to give to the people they care about most and give it to their lawyer for safe keeping." Then as an added bonus (because she really didn't think Uzura would understand the legal system) she spouted off the last of her explanation with gusto. "Then the lawyer magically gives the stuff to the people in the will, just like that!"

Uzura's eyes widened in amazement. "Ooooh! Just like magic-zura?"

Duck nodded her head vigorously, hoping she wouldn't have to go further into explanation.

"So does that mean that Charon wants to give us his things-zura? Is he doing that because he feels bad for leaving us-zura?"

Duck nodded yet again towards the little questioner. "I guess you can think of it that way. Charon wrote all of us down in his will to say thank you for being with him, so after his death we can have stuff to remember him by."

"Oh! Okie-dokie-zura!" Uzura laughed, understanding what they were a going to do now.

It didn't take too long for the group to meet up with Charon's lawyer. The lawyer's office was actually close by the cemetery, so the group agreed to meet with him an hour after the burial. The young man, in his mid-thirties, was waiting for the group behind the two thick wooden doors of his office. He had slicked-back black hair and was wearing an expensive looking suit. Once all the members of the will had arrived, he asked them to take a seat around a long rectangular table (usually used for business meetings), and got down to business.

"I know you know why we are here today." He stated slowly, taking in the faces of the victims of his client's death. "Charon has sadly departed from us a week ago, and now that it's after his funeral, he wished for me to read the contents of his will to you. Most of you are related or somewhat his children are you not?" He asked, looking around the table. Once he received affirmative nods, he continued on with his business.

"Ok, we shall start from the beginning then." He started with a cough to clear his throat. The older man began reading the contents of the will, starting with Raetsel and her husband. It was here that the rest of the family found out that Raetsel was 7 months pregnant. The lawyer declared that Charon wished to give her a baby shower gift he had bought for her for the surprise baby shower that the woman was throwing.

"You see," Raetsel started, blushing with embarrassment from the gasps around the table. "I only told my husband and Charon about me being pregnant because I wanted it to be a surprise for all of you. We were going to send out the baby shower invitations this week, but since Charon had passed on, I forgot all about them." She said this with a weak smile. "I guess since Charon knew about the baby shower he must have bought me a present ahead of time."

"Are we still invited?" Duck chirped up excitedly, with murmurs of agreement from the rest of the table (minus Autor, he didn't even know Raetsel).

Raetsel gave a small laugh of gratitude for Duck's enthusiasm. "Of course, it's a month from now at our cottage the next town over."

This comment was met with murmurs of excitement at the first good news the group had heard all week. Then a cough startled them from their murmurings.

"I believe we should continue now, unless there are more surprises that need to be told." Charon's laywer glared sternly at the young people around the table, really wanting to finish his job so he could go home. When he was met with cold silence, the lawyer started up again with the will. "Besides the baby shower gift, he would like to bestow to you, Raetsel, some of his mother's jewelry that he saved from her funeral. He would wish to pass these down to you as he thought you would like them. Now on to your husband, Charon would like to give him some new gardening tools he had purchased for his birthday. He thought since you two were talking about starting up a garden, you would find a good use for them."

The lawyer stopped reading to look at the couple to his left to make sure they understood. He was met with sad, but understanding nods as Raetsel and her husband accepted Charon's gifts.

"Next on the agenda, is Mytho and Rue." The man started up again, gaining the attention of the two royals to his right. "For Mytho, Charon would like to give him most of his blacksmithing materials and weapons, seeing as your kingdom would find more use for it then Gold Crown Town would. He also goes on to say that everything you left in your room is yours for the taking."

Mytho nodded his head seriously.

"Now for Rue, Charon has decided that most of the antiques within the house are yours to keep. He said with confidence that you would like them."

Rue nodded her assent in slight shock, touched by the fact that Charon had remembered her commenting on her interest's in antiques from the letter's Mytho wrote to him while they were away.

"Now for Autor," the lawyer started again directing his attention to the arrogant musician who sat to the right of Raetsel. The boy was still shocked that he was even there. He had never met Charon in his life, so it was kind of strange to be sitting in a conference room talking about the man's will. "Charon wrote that he didn't know you that well but that he had heard so much about you from Fakir. So based on what he heard, Charon thought you would be the perfect candidate for wanting some of his old books. He has a box full of them at his house and he said that you can choose whichever ones you want."

Autor nodded his head in a business-like manner to show his acceptance.

"Now," stated the well-dressed lawyer. "It comes down to the last item of business; the ownership of the house."

At that statement all eyes focused on Fakir, who was sitting opposite to Charon's lawyer at the other end of the table. Duck was sitting to his right with Uzura on her lap and she too looked at the boy expectantly. If Fakir seemed fazed by all of the attention, he certainly didn't show it. Deep down, he knew that he would gain ownership of the house since he was the one that had lived with Charon the longest. Even while he was attending college he had lived with the blacksmith to save some money, so it was only natural that he would receive the house.

"Well, it seems everyone already knows who that is." The lawyer chuckled slightly. "Yes, Charon has written that the main owner of the house, with the rest of the possessions within that weren't given away, are to be rewarded to you, Fakir."

Fakir accepted Charon's gift with a grim scowl, not looking forward to owning the house that held so many memories of him and his departed father.

Duck watched Fakir anxiously. She worried what his reaction would be to Charon's gift, and wasn't surprised when she saw his trademark scowl appear on his face. Duck sighed sadly. That house was Charon's life. He had worked there and he had lived there, so to go back to that house and not see him walking around would be very weird, not to mention a grim reminder.

"What about Duck and Uzura?" Fakir glowered while crossing his arms, directing his question to the lawyer. "You asked them to come here as well but you haven't told them what Charon wants to give them yet."

Duck's eyes widened with surprise as she gave her attention to the lawyer across from her. She completely forgot that he hadn't specified what she would get yet. The puppet sitting in her lap also directed her attention to the man, her face the perfect picture of child-like wonder.

"Ah! You see I was just about to get to that." The lawyer smiled with anticipation. He looked like a gossiping house-wife that had just found out a juicy story about her neighbors (or from Duck's point of view; Lilie). The others around the table became a little unsettled at the lawyer's abrupt change of behavior. They wondered if they really wanted to know what the man had to say.

"You see, Charon has talked to me personally about the ownership of the house." the lawyer continued with an ominous smile. "He told me that he thought Uzura was too young to really be given anything…" Uzura's eyes began to water at Charon failing to give her a present. "He thought it was best if Uzura kept all her toys that he made for her, but that's it. He was more worried about her wellbeing then gifts for her."

That got Uzura's attention. She was glad she at least got to keep her toys, but what did the lawyer mean by her wellbeing? The lawyer picked up on this silent question and continued his explanation.

"Uzura is still young and needs to be taken care of while she continues to live in that house. Now, I know what you must be thinking Fakir," the lawyer stated putting is hand up to stop the boy from protesting. "You think that you can take care of Uzura just fine all by yourself, but the truth is you can't. Charon has told me how engrossed you become when you write your stories and how you stay locked up in your room for long periods of time because of that. Now that just won't do when a little child is involved! So, to help with this situation, Charon has given co-ownership of the house to Duck to help take care of the house and Uzura while you work." The older man stated with jubilation like he had just announced the winner for the Noble Peace Prize.

Shocked silence engulfed the room as the group digested what the man happily announced. The silence seemed to last for an eternity until Fakir slammed a fist onto the table.

"And just what do you mean by that?" the young knight choked out, a heavy blush evident on his face. From what the lawyer had just stated it almost sounded like Charon wanted Duck to be his house-wife! The duck of his thoughts also had picked up on the statement's undertone and was now averting her eyes from everyone in the room (who had also picked up what the lawyer was implying and were now smiling with amusement towards the embarrassed duo) while her face took on the appearance of a ripe tomato.

The lawyer found great amusement in the duck and knights' reactions and laughed. "Charon told me you two might react like that so he wrote a letter to you, Fakir, for further explanation." he chuckled out, while his hand reached into his suit's chest pocket for the aforementioned letter. Once he had pulled the white envelope out, he slid it across the table towards the highly flustered knight.

Fakir grabbed the letter immediately and stared down at the envelope addressed to him in Charon's messy handwriting. Seeing his father's handwriting so soon after his funeral almost left Fakir in a state of shock; it was just too weird to think of the man writing a letter for this very occasion. If Fakir wasn't in such a dire need for answer's he would've continued to ogle the thing like it was an alien baby with two heads, so the knight shook his head to clear his messed up thoughts, tore open the envelope, and read the piece of paper within.

Dear Fakir,

If you are reading this letter now it must mean that I have moved on and am now watching over you from afar. My health has been failing as of late. Feeling my time was drawing near, I got my will into order to prepare for my passage. I hope you didn't take it too hard. You and the other children were my life, so I hope that what you and the others receive from the will is to your liking.

I didn't have to think too hard on what I wanted to give to you, my boy. There was no doubt in my mind who I wanted to leave the care of the house to, for you see, you over qualify for that position Fakir, so it is only obvious that I'd give it to you. I had decided this a long time ago, but recent events have made me alter my previous decision. You will still get the house Fakir but with your story writing consuming most of your time, and since Uzura needs constant watching over, I decided that Duck could help you. You and her make quiet the team so I know that you two will be fine! Besides that though, I know that after my death you'll want to stay as far away from the house as possible. The house contains too many memories and the thought of living there without me frightens you. That's the other reason why I'm giving co-ownership to Duck. She calms you down and I know that deep down you don't want her too far away anyway. So with that, I'll leave you two with the house and Uzura's care. Tell the other kids I'm proud of them and miss them already, and don't let Duck get away from you! She's a keeper! I swear you two are just too stubborn to see clearly!

Well, I wish you two the best of luck and a happy future together!

With love, from your father,

Charon

Shock was the most evident feature on the knight's face as the others watched him read the contents of the letter. His mouth read the words silently as he frantically re-read the letter over and over again; making sure what he was reading was actually true. The knight finally came to the realization on what Charon was implying and the blush that was still on his face grew to epic proportions.

Duck (along with everyone else in the room) couldn't help but notice Fakir's reaction to the note in his hands. "Fakir…?" she spoke tentatively, startling the knight out of his thoughts. "What did the letter say?"

With his face contrasting greatly with his hair the knight shoved the letter into Duck's hands without looking at her. "Here." He mumbled out, quickly getting up out of his chair. "I'm going to get a drink of water." With that, the very flustered knight left the room quickly, slamming the double doors behind him in his rush.

Duck flinched at the sound of the wooden doors slamming (and the lawyer gave a non-approving grunt towards the absent knight for being so harsh with his property), before she too read the letter. The other occupants of the room watched as her aqua-blue eyes skimmed the letter, her face taking on a redder tinge with each minute that passed.

"What does the letter say Duck?" Mytho asked with curiosity, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Um…ah…"Duck stuttered out, not sure if she should reveal all the contents of the letter. She decided to go with a shortened version. "Um…Charon just wanted me to help Fakir take care of Uzura. He also wanted to tell you guys that he's proud of you and misses you all."

"Oh really? Is that all that the letter said?" Rue asked with a smile and a teasing tone, knowing that Duck was hiding certain parts of the letter. It was obvious from both the duck's and her knight's reactions that there was something in the letter to get flustered about.

"N-n-n-n-n-no! T-t-t-t-there's n-n-nothing else!" Duck stuttered horribly while flapping her arms wildly. "!" she rambled out as fast as she could, and got up from her chair to leave the room, accidentally leaving the letter behind in her flustered state. With an "Oh-zura!" from Uzura who was still on the Duck's lap when she got up, which resulted in the puppet falling on her butt to the floor, Duck left the lawyer's office without looking back.

There was a pregnant pause as everyone stared at the now closed double doors from which the two flustered love-birds had left. That is, until Autor grabbed the letter in excitement and started to read it out loud to the craving ears around the room. The group was so focused on the letter that they didn't notice a little puppet leave the room as well.

Fakir was happy that the lobby outside was empty so that he could think without being interrupted. The knight's arms were crossed over his chest and his head was bowed in deep thought as he began to walk back and forth in agitation. Just what was Charon getting at anyway? The letter gave the young writer the impression that Charon was setting him up with Duck! Fakir gave a grimace at that thought. He didn't know what frightened him more: Duck moving into Charon's house with him, or Charon trying to play match-maker from beyond the grave.

"Damn you Charon!" The knight thought in frustration. "What the hell were you thinking? I can't live with Duck! She's…she's…"

"She's what? Everything you've ever wanted?"Said a voice in the back of his mind; trying to speak reasonably with the flustered boy.

If Fakir wasn't so worried about his current situation he would have been more concerned for his own mental health. He was beginning to talk to himself! "T-that has nothing to do with it! I can't live with her!" He responded to his internal voice in desperation.

"And why is that?" The irking voice questioned again.

Fakir glared depressingly at the nearest wall. "I just don't think it would work out. It would be far too awkward."

"Now, why wouldn't it work? You both get along well. Like Charon said, you two make a good team."

Fakir gave a grunt of amusement at the dead man's name. "What does Charon know? If I've told him once I've told him a million times about Duck and me. It. Just. Won't. Work." The young man commented, emphasizing the last four words. He remembered that ever since he had turned Duck back into a human that Charon had been pestering him whenever the girl wasn't around. "Haven't you asked her out yet?" or, "She won't wait forever, you know." Were his most common phrases when he tried to encourage the boy to make a move, and each time Fakir explained that he could not. The knight chuckled to himself sadly, remembering one of the most recent moments he had with the blacksmith concerning the girl of his desires.

It had been just after breakfast one school day morning and Fakir was washing the dishes before he headed off to his first class. Incidentally, Duck woke up early enough to visit them and had joined them for that very breakfast. Once the girl had left with Uzura in tow, Fakir decided to do the dishes while Charon sat at the kitchen table reading the paper.

Charon was skimming the headlines when he decided to strike up a conversation. "You and Duck sure talked up a storm this morning; you both seemed rather excited." The older man commented with amusement.

Not even bothering to look in the blacksmith's direction, Fakir continued to scrub the dishes clean. "Well, we usually don't see each other too much until the weekends. I was just surprised to see her, that's all."

"Hmm." The blacksmith hummed thoughtfully. "Do you mind if I ask you a question Fakir?" Charon asked with a cheeky smile.

Fakir gave a sigh knowing where this was going. Seeing as there was probably no way out of it, and that Charon was always persistent when it came to him and Duck, he saw no other way but to accept. "Sure." He grunted out unhappily as he started drying the soapy dishes.

It was then that Fakir heard Charon scoot his chair back to look at him more directly. With the biggest goofy smile he could muster, Charon asked the dreaded question. "So when are you going to ask for that girl's hand in marriage?"

The question was answered by the sound of breaking dishes and a startled choke. Faster than Charon could blink, Fakir spun around and flung the wet dish towel he was holding, hitting the blacksmith square in the face. "What kind of question was that?" the knight spat out, highly flustered and face as red at a tomato.

Charon took the dish rag from his face and gave a mighty guffaw, as Fakir grabbed his school bag and headed out the door. He could still hear Charon laughing as he stomped down the street to school.

Fakir smiled sadly at the silly memory. Charon always found fun in getting under his skin sometimes, but the man couldn't just take a hint. It couldn't work out between Duck and him, no matter how much he wanted it too. He knew that Duck had loved Mytho during the collection of the prince's heart shards and her time as Princess Tutu. He knew that she was hurt and saddened by Mytho picking Rue over her to be his princess. And while she was an actual duck, he swore he saw her staring up at the sky where Mytho and Rue had disappeared after the battle with The Raven with longing in her eyes.

Fakir gave a depressed sigh as he leaned against one of the lounge sofas for support. If there was one thing he didn't know, it was if Duck had any feelings towards him; the man who had stayed by her side this whole time. He didn't know if she still cared for Mytho, and a part of him didn't want to know. What truly scared him the most was the thought of her rejection. The thought of it made Fakir's heart feel like it was being sucked down into a black hole.

Well if there was an upside to things, at least the stupid nagging voice in the back of his head was gone. He could actually consider himself legally sane again! Sadly, all thoughts of sanity were thrown out the window when he heard the whisper of a certain girl he didn't want to talk with at the moment.

"Are you alright, Fakir?" Duck asked in concern, startling the boy yet again from his thoughts.

"D-duck?" Fakir yelped in surprise, his heart leaping in his chest painfully. He grimaced self-consciously at his reaction. Why did his voice have to crack just now? And when was he going to stop blushing like a mad man? It was getting rather old!

Seeing Fakir blush made Duck blush as well. "U-u-um, I w-was just w-w-wondering if y-you were alright?" Duck stuttered in nervousness.

The two stood in silence, not daring to look at the other as the thoughts of the letter flitted through their minds.

"I-I…I just…"Fakir ended with an exasperated sigh. What did he want to say? Well, whatever it was he sure as hell didn't know. He wasn't even sure he could talk to the girl so soon after reading that damned letter. "I just…needed to think for a little while." He ended lamely as he continued to avert his eyes away from Duck.

"I know." Duck said quietly. "That letter was a lot to take in. It's hard to believe that Charon would trust me enough to look after Uzura and the house for him."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Fakir glanced down at the girl questioningly. "And why wouldn't he trust you. You've done nothing to shake his trust and you're practically one of the family."

Duck blushed at one of the knight's rare compliments. "It's just that I know you're uncomfortable about this situation, Fakir." She stated openly because she didn't feel like beating around the bush. "If you don't want me to own the house with you then I can ask Charon's lawyer to remove me from the will."

Fakir stared at the girl perplexed. Was it just him or did he notice how sad she sounded at that last statement? It was always like Duck to do something selflessly.

Duck seemed to take Fakir's perplexity the wrong way because she added quickly, "I mean, I'll still watch over Uzura if you want me too! I won't dump her on you because you're so busy and everything with school and your story writing, and now that Charon's gone you probably have to work extra hard now to make ends meet! That is, if you want to move back into the house in the first place because that's totally up to you! I'd completely understand if you didn't because of all the memories and stuff, but even if you decide to move back in or not I'll still watch over Uzura when you want me to!" She ended, her eyes swirling dizzily as she took small gasps for much needed air.

To say Fakir was speechless was an understatement. He was still trying to grasp all that Duck had said when the girl looked up at him with sadness radiating in her eyes.

"Ok…I'll go talk to the lawyer about taking my name out of the will now, I guess." She said, obviously taking Fakir's silence for agreement. She began walking away towards the office doors when a hand grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"Wait." Fakir pleaded, his grip tightening slightly on her arm.

Duck was surprised to find the knight's hand on her arm. She was even more surprised by him asking her to wait. The young girl was so sure that Fakir didn't want her to move in with him.

Duck turned to look at him. Even though most of his face was hidden by his dark bangs she could still tell he was determined to get something off his chest.

" Charon was right…about me being afraid of moving back in, that is." Fakir started off, his voice slightly wavering from the effort he was putting into telling Duck the truth. "That was part of the reason why I've been living with Autor for the past week. I just couldn't stand being in that house anymore!" He growled out the last sentence as his voice took on an angry edge. "Every time I was in there, all these memories seemed to come out of nowhere and attack me like they were mocking me over his death…like I could have done something differently to save him…"

"Fakir…" Duck muttered sympathetically. "There was nothing we could do. The heart attack happened too fast to even prevent it and he died almost instantly afterwards." She hung her head in despair remembering the frightening memory.

"I know." The knight whispered softly. "I know that now, but at the time it was too overwhelming. But now I see that I can't run away from this problem anymore!" Fakir's voice started to become stronger with determination as he let go of Duck's arm and looked down at her. "I could never walk away and let the house that Charon cared for so much rot away from neglect; so I've decided to move back in. I won't hide from my fears anymore."

Duck smiled up at the taller boy proudly. "Good!" she exclaimed happily. "You're a strong person Fakir so I know you can make it through this!"

A soft smile graced the troubled knight's lips as he gazed down sadly at the duck. "Thanks, but I don't think I'll be strong enough to face this alone."

"Huh?" Duck asked in surprise. Her mind reeled. Did Fakir mean what she thought he meant?

"What I mean is…" Fakir paused as he stared down lovingly at the girl he cared deeply for. He was true to his word when he said he wasn't going to hide from his fears anymore. Fakir had decided to take a chance with fate; Charon would have wanted that in the least. "Will you move in with me, Duck?"

The duck-girl gaped in complete surprise at the young man before her. She never expected him to ask her that! Happiness swelled in the young girl's heart at the thought of Fakir actually wanting her to live with him. She had loved him ever since they danced that pas de duex in the Lake of Despair, and remembered how she had longed to be a girl again just so that she could truly be with him. But she was just too afraid he'd reject her. Even when he turned her back into a girl, Fakir always seemed to be distant like he didn't want to be around her (little did she know that he didn't want to be rejected as well). Their friendship never wavered but she swore that there were certain instances where he showed how much he actually did care for her (like that moment at the funeral home yesterday where he cried on her shoulder). Now for him to ask her this, for him to smile at her like his smile was only for her, made her heart flutter while the rest of her body turned to mush.

"Duck?" Fakir asked the girl worriedly, hoping she wasn't rejecting his offer. The girl had been staring at him, mouth agape, for a full minute now and he was beginning to wonder if her brain had actually stopped functioning.

Snapping out of her girlish-fantasies, Duck peered into her knight's eyes. There was no doubt what her answer would be. "Of course I will." She whispered happily as she took his hands in hers. "It was Charon's final wish after all, and since you really want me too, how could I possibly say no?"

The young knight sighed in relief as he took his duck into his arms. "Thank you." He whispered softly to her, as she embraced him back.

The two didn't know how long they stood there holding each other nor did they care. To them the only people who existed in the whole universe was themselves, but sadly the knight and duck's little moment had to come to an end.

"Does that mean that Duck will live with us forever-zura?" Uzura exclaimed as she jumped out from behind a light stand she had been hiding behind the whole time.

Upon hearing the little puppet, Fakir and Duck jumped away from each other like they had just touched a burning stove. The two blushed in complete embarrassment knowing Uzura must have been watching them the whole time.

"Uh…that's the plan for now I guess." Duck stated hesitantly while she rubbed the back of her head nervously. At least she was trying to talk; Fakir seemed to have lost the ability to speak as he was too busy paying attention to the opposite wall.

Uzura beat her drum in excitement after hearing Duck confirm her question. "If that's so, then where's Duck going to sleep-zura?"

That question caused Fakir and Duck to look at each other with concern. They hadn't thought of that. There were only three rooms within the house, Fakir's, the guest room where Uzura was staying, and…Charon's. Duck was sure Fakir didn't want anyone to disturb Charon's room, not now anyway, but she was also sure he would be uncomfortable with her in his room as well (she was blushing madly at the thought), so that only left one more option.

Duck turned towards the wondering puppet with a big smile on her face. "I guess that means we're roommates, Uzura!"

Fakir smiled at this, relieved that Duck understood his thoughts concerning Charon's room. He didn't want to disturb it for now. His smile only grew as he watched Uzura squeal in childish excitement as her and Duck held hands and twirled around in circles to celebrate their new status with each other.

Everything seemed to have finally calmed down for the three. They could now push away their sadness for a departed friend and live towards a happier future together. Little did they know though, as Duck and Uzura fell down laughing from spinning to fast, that the excited little puppet had another ordeal in store for the little family.

On the outside she was the same old Uzura, but on the inside she was a frightened little girl pondering on a question she wasn't sure she wanted answered.