A/N: Well let me just say that this has spun into something completely different than what I had originally planned. Well I hope you enjoy it:D
Disclaimer: I own the plot, Michael, and Ben, and the Quills:D
Chapter Four: "We must reunite!"
"Michael, wake him up."
"Yes sire," Michael said as he grabbed the wooden bucket full of cold water and threw it on Fakir's limp body.
Fakir woke instantly when the cold water hit his face. He sat up in an instant and shook the water off of his head. He rubbed the water off of his eyes. He looked around the darkened room trying to find out where he was.
"Ah, I see you are awake young knight," a familiar, yet not so familiar voice called out to him.
"Who's there?" Fakir asked anger on his voice.
"Relax, there's no reason for you to be so upset. Just relax, take a deep breath," the voice said.
"No, tell me who you are and where I am!" Fakir shouted in the dark.
"Michael, do something to calm him down," the voice said with agitation.
Michael walked up to Fakir and punched him in the stomach. Fakir's eyes grew wide as Michael's fist came into contact with his stomach. Fakir fell forward from his already sitting position. He held on to his stomach gasping for air. Michael had hit Fakir in the diaphragm.
"There, maybe that will teach you to keep your mouth shut young knight. Now I don't ever remember writing you to be so stubborn," the voice said as he stepped out into the light.
"Drosslemeyer," Fakir murmured from where he lay.
"Yes, I'm so glad that you remember me after all of these years," he said as he ugly and never changing features came into the light.
"How could I forget the man that twisted my life and ruined every chance of love I ever had by making the love of my life a duck! You are a sick and twisted man. If only you would stay dead!" Fakir shouted standing up and running toward Drosslemeyer, but being yanked back as the chain attached to the chain became taught and pulled him back down to the ground.
"Ah, so foolish, so foolish, don't you think I would have to guard myself from a knight?" Drosslemeyer said with a slight grin.
"I'm no longer a knight! Stop calling me that!" Fakir shouted at Drosslemeyer.
"No, you may not be a knight for the Prince, but you will be a knight for me. You will have no choice in this matter. Now listen to my proposition," Drosslemeyer said to Fakir as he sat down in front of him.
"No, there is nothing you can do or say that will make me want to be a knight again, especially not a knight for you!" Fakir shouted as he spat in Drosslemeyer's face.
"Well that was quite rude. Will you just listen to me? Good, now I understand that you are the writer for the people in your town. How would you like quit your job and lead a revolt against The Observers?" Drosslemeyer asked him.
Fakir took a moment to think this over. I wouldn't have to be stuck in my apartment, doing nothing but writing. I could be free to look for Ahiru, I could see if…
"What's in it for you?" Fakir asked, cocking his eyebrow.
"Whatever do you mean?" Drosslemeyer asked.
"If I lead said revolt, what do you get out of it?"
"You get to be on top with me. Help me lead the people as to how they should be lead."
"Okay, then what is in it for me?" Fakir asked.
"This," Drosslemeyer said as he snapped his fingers.
Michael went into a room and returned with something draped across his shoulders. Michael walked up to Fakir and placed the object in front of him.
"Ahiru wake up please!" Fakir screamed as he grabbed her limp body and held it close to him. He started to sob, his tears falling on her face.
"So, if you help me, I will help you to get her back to her normal self," Drosslemeyer said.
"What do you mean by 'normal self'? What's the matter with her?" he asked furious as he tried to wake up Ahiru.
"It seems as if her soul is gone from her body. Her spirit is no more. She is just a shell, nothing but a body," he said to Fakir.
Fakir stroked her cheek trying desperately to wake her up.
"How can you save her?" Fakir asked desperation in his voice, tears streaming down his face and falling on Ahiru's empty face.
"I have to…you have to agree first," he said calling Michael over. Michael handed him a contract and a quill.
"What's this?" Fakir asked.
"This is a contract that will employ you in my secret army. Sign this and I will save Ahiru," Drosslemeyer said handing him the contract.
Fakir took the quill and signed his name on the line, without even reading what it was. He knew that he could go through anything as long as Ahiru was by his side. He looked down at her pale face and kissed her cheek. "I'll save you, I promise," he whispered into her ear. He looked up at Drosslemeyer waiting for him to say something else.
"Michael, remove his shackles and show him to their room," Drosslemeyer said stifling a chuckle.
Michael unlocked his shackles and stood him up. Fakir hung on to Ahiru's body as Michael brought them to their room.
Mytho paced in his study trying to figure out what he was going to do.
"Mytho, are you okay?" Rue asked as she entered her study.
"No, I'm not okay. The Observers gave me…a prisoner to look after until further notice. I don't know how this will work…" Mytho said lost in his thoughts.
"What do you mean?" Rue asked as she walked up to him and held his face in her hands and looking into his golden eyes.
"It's someone we know, and someone we care about," Mytho said, not being able to spit out the name.
"Fakir?!" she asked in shock.
Mytho shook his head no.
"Who?" she asked worried now.
"Tutu," he said as he dropped his head. Rue stepped back and let out a small gasp.
"Where is she?" Rue asked in shock.
"In the dungeon," he replied.
"Why is she there?" Rue asked him anger across her face.
"Because I was sure where I should put her, don't worry, she was sleeping," Mytho said.
"How is that supposed to make me feel better? She is alone in a strange and dark place," Rue said turning around and heading down to the dungeon.
Mytho stared after her, he couldn't believe what just happened, and chased after Rue.
"Rue!" he called after her as he ran down the hallway toward the dungeon.
"Mytho, I don't know what makes me more upset; the fact that you didn't tell me that she was here, or the fact that you left her in the dungeon. Someone we know doesn't belong down there, no matter what the predicament. I can't believe it," Rue said as she ran down the spiral staircase toward dungeon.
Mytho quickened his pace and chased after her. When they both reached to bottom of the stairs Mytho grabbed Rue's arm and spun her around and held her close to him, and kissed the top of her head.
"Rue, I'm sorry I didn't tell you and that I kept her in the dungeon. But it isn't that I didn't want to put Tutu somewhere else. It was the conversation I had with Fakir yesterday. You know that he is the writer for this town. Well there is apparently a new person coming into the town at the end of the year. Well guess what her name is…Ahiru! I don't understand how this works. Tutu and Ahiru were one and the same. They shared the same body," Mytho said still holding her.
"Mytho, then who is that other girl?" Rue asked looking up at him.
"I have no idea. I wish I knew, maybe she'll know," Mytho said as he took Rue's hand and they walked toward the cell where Tutu was.
They opened the door and walked in and saw her lying on the ground wrapped in a blanket.
"Mytho, Rue. We have to talk about some very important things," Tutu said.
Mytho and Rue looked at each other with a quizzical expression on their faces.
"What do we need to talk about?" Mytho asked her.
"Ahiru she is in danger, along with Fakir. I felt her leave my body about 15 years ago. We had broken apart when she returned the last piece of your heart to you. But I was dormant within her. But one day I woke up, and I couldn't change myself back into her. I am no longer attached to her body. We have separated and thus, she is not responding because as much as we are different, we are more the same. We have to find her body and reunite. If not, I don't know what will happen. I am afraid that she will never wake up again."