Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu
Fakir woke up as the sun started shining. He yawned and sat up. He looked next to his bed where Ahiru slept. He felt a pain in his chest. It seemed to be happening a lot lately. And it seemed to only been happening when he looked at her. Fakir stood up and went over to the window and looked down onto the street. A few people walked along it as they were getting ready for the day. Ahiru's steady breathing changed. Fakir looked over and saw her waking up. She rubbed her eyes with her wing. He smiled lightly but the pain came back.
"Morning Ahiru." He said. She looked up and quacked happily. "I suppose you want some breakfast. Come on." He said going over to her. He gently picked her up and walked downstairs to the kitchen. He set Ahiru on the table.
"Can you believe that it has been two years already?" Fakir asked as he started making oatmeal. Ahiru quacked excitedly. "I think today I should take you to Rue and Mytho today. How about that?" Ahiru flapped her wings and quacked. Fakir laughed gently. "Of course that will have to wait for the end of my classes." Ahiru looked down and quacked a couple times. Fakir knew she was disappointed. If I could take you I would. But you know how much work I have to do." Ahiru finally gave in with a quack.
Fakir turned to her with a bowl of oatmeal for himself and a small bowl for her. "Here you go." He said setting it down in front of her. Ahiru dove her head in hungrily and ate. Fakir smiled and sat down and started to eat his own oatmeal. Why do I feel this way every single time I look at her? What is it? I'll talk to mytho at class. Fakir didn't even notice that Ahiru was looking at him. When he looked at her she shoved her face back into her oatmeal. Fakir found that odd. She had been doing a lot of odd thing recently. Fakir looked at the time. "Shoot!" was it that late already. Ahiru had rubbed off on him. He was going to be late! "Sorry Ahiru. I'll get you later." He said and ran upstairs. He grabbed his tuff and left the house quickly. He hurried threw town to the ballet division of the academy.
He got to class in time. Mytho and Rue were warming up. Fakir walked in right as Rue jumped into Mytho's arms and they spun about. Fakir watched them dance as he warmed up on his own. The pain in his chest returned. Mytho and Rue finished with a strong pose. They smiled and stared into each other's eyes. Mytho was the first to see his friend. Rue soon looked too. They walked over to him. Fakir looked up. Mytho sat in front of him and warmed up. Rue stood and stretched her legs.
"Fakir. Ahiru is rubbing off on you." Mytho said catching Fakir off guard. "You don't usually get here this late." Fakir looked down.
"I woke up late. Doesn't mean she's rubbing off on me." Rue smiled. "Can I ask you guys something?" they nodded. "Have you ever felt… butterflies in your stomach?" Rue and Mytho looked at each other. "It doesn't happen all the time. Just when I'm with Ahiru." Rue and Mytho smiled.
"Fakir." Rue said trying not to laugh. "Fakir you miss Ahiru." Fakir looked at her confused.
"I see her every day." Now Rue laughed.
"No fakir. You miss her as a human. You want Ahiru to be human again."
