A/N: This chapter took me a while to write. I'm not really fond of the beginning dialouge, and the beginning just in general. Whatever. Um...hmm. I hope you like this. I think the end of this chapter is kind of rushed out. But like I said it took me a while to write it and was getting really annoying because I'm hoping this chapter will bring in more reviews. I'm sorry it's not very detailed. And I think Fakir and Ahiru are a little OOC. But they're older now and people change...well they do in mine. So if you don't like how I've written them in this chapter, I'm sorry, and thanks for reading it. I don't think they're too terribly OOC. But whatever! Yes, hope you enjoy it:D
Discalimer: Yes, if I owned them I would have given the show a better ending or added another season:D
Chapter Two: 15 Years Earlier
Fakir woke up in his bed and looked down on his chest where he saw Ahiru's head laying over his heart. Her arms wrapped around his chest, he smiled down at her and rubbed her back. Slowly Ahiru stirred awake, Fakir moved her hair out of her face so he could watch her blue eyes open.
"Good morning," Fakir whispered to her.
"Good morning," she whispered back at him as she snuggled closer to his chest.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up," Fakir whispered to her wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close.
"It's alright, I'm not sleeping, I'm just listening," she said to him.
"Listening? Listening to what?" he asked her.
"Your heart beat silly," she giggled.
"Oh," Fakir whispered, as he kissed the top of her head. "Well, when you're done listening, I'll go make us some breakfast," he said to her.
Ahiru clung to Fakir, and placed her chin on his chest so she was looking at him. She brushed away some hair that was hanging in his face; her hand lingered on his cheek then finally brought her hand back down to his chest.
"I'm not hungry," she said to him.
"Alright," he said to her as he grabbed her hand and kissed. Ahiru sat up and kissed Fakir. He jumped with surprise but held onto her face as he pulled her in closer. Ahiru wrapped her arms around Fakir's neck and laid her body atop of his. Fakir moved his arms to wrap them around Ahiru's small waist and pulled her body closed to his.
Fakir pulled his head away and smiled at Ahiru as she struggled to open her eyes.
"If you were hungry for this, you could have just told me Ahiru," Fakir chuckled as he pulled her head closer to his and kissed her again. Fakir felt her smile and held onto her even tighter.
Fakir walked into the bedroom carrying a tray with breakfast on it. Ahiru lay on the bed waiting for him, the covers wrapped around her slender dancer body.
"Here you go," Fakir said as he set the tray down next to Ahiru and scooting in next to her. She smiled as she ate the eggs and toast. Fakir watched her as she ate her breakfast.
"Why do you always have to do that?" she asked him as she stuffed more eggs in her mouth.
"Do what?" he asked her smiling.
"Watch me eat. I mean I don't mind you looking at me, but you know I always feel self conscious about my eating when you watch me," she said to him.
"Why?"
"Because you used to make fun of me," she said.
"Ahiru! I haven't made fun of you since we graduated from school, why would I start now?" Fakir asked her a little hurt.
"I don't know, old habits die hard," she whispered.
"I love you, and I love watching you, you know to this day you still fascinate me. Everything you do surprises me," he said to her as he pushed the tray out of the way and kissed Ahiru on the cheek.
"Oh," she said as Fakir pulled away from her face.
"Yes, and I'm sorry to upset you," he said to her.
"It's okay, I'm just being weird," Ahiru said her face turning a shade of red.
After breakfast the two walked into town and bought some groceries and new records to dance too.
"Oh wow," Ahiru said as she passed a shop window that had tutus in it. The one she saw was a soft yellow, with light green buttons in the shape of leaves going right down the front. Fakir stopped to see what she was looking at and saw how big her eyes got and walked into the shop. Ahiru didn't notice that he left; she only noticed that an employee took the dress out of the window, her jaw dropped from disappointment.
"Of course this would happen. I see something I like and someone goes and buys it. Isn't that rude Fakir?" Ahiru said still looking at the now empty window. Ahiru looked away from the window and couldn't find Fakir. "Fakir!" she said as she ran off into the direction of their house.
Fakir walked out of the store with her tutu and saw her running down the street. "What in the world?" he muttered to himself as ran off towards her.
"Ahiru!" he yelled as he caught up to her. Ahiru slowed down and turned around and saw him.
"There you are," she said as she went running towards him, she stopped to catch her breath. "I thought you left me there, where did you go?" she asked him.
"I'll tell you at home," he said as he grabbed her hand and they walked home, the sun setting behind them leaving traces of reds and pinks in the sky ahead of them.
"Wow, it's so beautiful," Ahiru whispered she looked up at Fakir and saw him looking at her; she wrapped his hand around her waist and wrapped her right arm around his chest. Fakir pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her head.
"Ahiru what do you want to do when we get back home?" Fakir asked her looking at her face.
"I don't know, do you want to go swimming in the lake?" she asked him.
"Sure, we haven't been swimming in a while," Fakir said with a smile, even though deep down he wanted to dance with Ahiru. He wanted to see her in her new tutu.
"Thank you," she said as she jumped and kissed his cheek. On her way back down from the jump she lost her balance and fell. Fakir reached for her with both hands and caught her before she hit the ground.
"Are you okay?" he asked her as he helped her to stand up.
"Yes, I'm fine. Hey, what's in the bag?" Ahiru asked him just now noticing the bag he was carrying.
"It's just some stuff I bought," he said to her moving the bag so it was out of her reach.
"When did you buy something?" she asked him, her face looking quizzical.
"When you were looking at the tutu," he said to her, smiling to himself on his quick recovery.
"Oh, you know while I was looking at that, someone bought it. Made me mad, I really liked it. The colors were so beautiful, and the buttons," Ahiru said as she continued to talk about the tutu.
Fakir was glad he decided to buy it for her. He knew that she would be thoroughly pleased to see the tutu when they got back home. Fakir watched as Ahiru danced through the streets pretending she was wearing the tutu. He smiled as she accidentally bumped into Mr. Cat.
"Ahiru," Mr. Cat fumed.
"Mr. Cat, I'm sorry," she begged as she bowed in front of him.
"Ahiru," Fakir chuckled under his breath.
"Oh, Mr. Fakir, how are you this evening, I see you have also run into Ms. Ahiru," Mr. Cat said pointing at Ahiru with his paw.
"No, actually, I came to town with her, we are heading back home now," Fakir said as he wrapped his hand around her waist, surprising Ahiru and Mr. Cat.
"Oh, I see, well good day to the two of you then," Mr. Cat said as he walked away cleaning his ears.
"What?" Fakir asked when he saw the look on Ahiru's face.
"You just," she stammered.
"I just said that we came here together. What, did you think I was going to allow him to ask you to marry him? Ahiru, honestly, we belong together, well don't you think so?" he asked her, sounding unsure now.
"Of course we do. We've been there for each other when things haven't gotten horrible. You saved me," she said.
"As you have saved me, on multiple occasions," Fakir said with a smile. Ahiru returned his smile as grabbed his hand, they continued to walk in the direction of their lakeside house.
"Fakir! Don't splash me!" Ahiru giggled as they were swimming in the lake. Water dripping from her face.
"But that's half the fun of swimming in the lake!" Fakir exclaimed as he dived under the water looking for Ahiru's feet.
"Fakir," she whispered as she saw him dive in the water. She dove in with him and as soon as she opened her eyes under the water she saw Fakir. His green eyes staring right into her blue eyes.
"Hi," she mouthed.
"Hi," he replied to her with a smile.
They stared at each other under the water, their hair floating around their faces. Fakir brushed Ahiru's hair away from her face and pulled her closer to him. Ahiru wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Fakir returned the kiss with more passion than ever before, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body as close to his as possible…for the moment. Ahiru quickly pulled away and motioned with her hands that she needed air. Fakir nodded and brought her up to the surface, where they both gasped for air.
"Let's…continue…inside," Ahiru said with a smile as she gasped for air and grabbed Fakir's hand and towed him to shore. He didn't answer her, he just followed her to shore. When they made it to the beach he pulled on her hand and pulled her back to him. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. In his graceful dancer way he scooped up her body and carried her into the house.
"Alright," she said as she kissed him.
Fakir walked into the house and headed right towards their bedroom. He stepped on the bed and placed Ahiru down right in the center, never breaking the kiss. Ahiru's hands were still around his neck. He reached up and removed them from his neck and pinned them to the bed.
Ahiru woke up and looked out the window. She saw someone out on the lake; she slowly got out of bed to see who was on their lake. She grabbed her robe and headed out of the room. She put her slippers on and started out toward the lake, leaving the door open.
"Hello, can I help you with something?" Ahiru asked the stranger on the lake.
"Are you Ahiru?" the stranger asked, slowly turning around and revealing his face.
Fakir woke up and turned to where Ahiru was sleeping, only to find out that she wasn't there. Fakir got out of bed and went for his robe, but found it missing.
"Ahiru," he whispered as he put his boxers on and went toward the kitchen.
When he got to the kitchen he noticed that the door was open and that Ahiru's shoes were missing.
"Ahiru!" he called as he walked out of the door toward the lake. Once outside he saw her foot prints heading toward the lake. He quickened his pace toward the lake; he found his robe on the ground along with Ahiru's night gown and slippers.
"Ahiru!" he called again as he jumped into the lake, hoping that she went for a morning swim. He searched the entire lake; it took him an hour, and found no sign of her.
"AHIRU!!" he shouted as he got on the beach. There he noticed a new set of footprints that weren't his or Ahiru's. He followed them into the forest that protected their house.
"Ahiru where are you!!" Fakir called running through the forest losing all signs of the foot prints. He stopped and fell to his knees crying, his face buried into his hands. He spent what seemed like an eternity crying in the forest. Finally he got up and headed back to the house. He spent the next two months staring out of the bedroom window waiting for Ahiru to return. He waited and waited, until he finally decided to move. He couldn't stay their any longer. The memories of their lives were drowning him in that house. He was going to get away from everything that reminded him of her. He took only the clothes on his back, and despite much contemplation he brought the only picture he had of Ahiru. He decided that he could leave her a note; it was something that he wished she would have done.
Ahiru,
My love, you left me, without a warning, without a note. I thought we were happy. I've waited here for you for two months. Maybe I should have waited longer, but I couldn't. The memories were killing me. I'll come back, maybe, if you are here, wait for me, please. I love you, even though you may not love me anymore. I can't do anything but leave. I'm sorry Ahiru. I will come back one day. I'm not sure when. I love you, for the rest of my existence. You may have found another, but remember, I will always be yours.
Love,
Fakir
P.S. Look in the wardrobe, I bought you that tutu.
Fakir left the note pinned to the table, and walked out of the cabin, where they spent years together. He walked out of the door and locked it; while locking away his emotions. He wished more than anything he could lose his feelings, like the Prince did all those years ago.
"What am I thinking, I can't lose them, if I do, then I'll lose her," he said to himself as he left the house never planning to return.