Fakir: It was an accident!

No No 22: Accident! You think it's an accident! I saw you grinning from ear to ear when spilt that water all over me! Now my shirt is see-through! And stop looking at me like that, you PERVE! (slaps Fakir across the face)

Fakir: (throws jacket at No No 22) Here, you can use that to cover up. (rubs his cheek)

No No 22: Thanks I guess. (puts on the jacket) It's sort of big, oh well.

Ahiru: Hey guys! …Um, No No…your shirt is sort of see-through.

No No 22: I know it is, all thanks to him. (turns and glares at Fakir)

Fakir: At least I gave you the jacket!

Ahiru: So what's going to happen in this chapter, No No?

No No 22: I'll tell you one thing. There's going to be tragedy.

Ahiru and Fakir: What! Why!?

No No 22: Because I want this chapter to have some tragedy!

Drosselmeyer: So do I. -

No No 22, Fakir, and Ahiru: Shut-up Drosselmeyer! How come you're here, anyways!?

Drosselmeyer: The chapter is called Ahiru's Confession and Drosselmeyer's trick. So technically, I'm in this chapter.

No No 22: Oh yeah. My bad. Anyways here's chapter 2! Enjoy!


-Fakir's POV-

It has been a week since the wolves had attacked Ahiru, but luckily, she has fully recovered. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining, the birds were singing happily, and the wind was softly blowing. Fakir was sitting at the edge of the lake, with a notebook and pen on his lap, while Ahiru swam around the lake. All week, Fakir wasn't able to write. It was mostly because he was too busy taking care of Ahiru, but it was also because he was scared. Ever since he had that dream, he's been scared of writing Ahiru a story. He didn't want Ahiru to leave him, like in his dream. But then, what if Ahiru wanted to become a girl? Fakir sighed and stared at the blank piece of paper in front of him. He then remembered Ahiru's soft lips from his dreams. Fakir blushed. He looked up and saw Ahiru swimming back to him. He looked away. He didn't want Ahiru to see him blushing.

-Ahiru's POV-

As she swam back, Ahiru saw Fakir look up at her, but quickly look away. Ahiru stopped swimming. Did she saw a bit of blush on Fakir's face? Ahiru sat there for a few moments, thinking. Lately she's been feeling the same warm feeling she had felt a week ago. For a long time she didn't have a clue of what it could be, but then it hit her square in the face four days ago. Could she be in love with Fakir? Ever since that discovery, she couldn't help but wonder if he loved her back. Ahiru shook her head.

'Fakir could never fall in love with me,' thought Ahiru. 'I mean look at me. I'm just a swan.'

Ahiru sighed, and was about to swim back out to the lake again, when she felt something brush against her. Ahiru turned around to find another swan. She noticed that the swan was black and a bit bigger than her, so she knew it was a male swan. The swan looked really sad. Ahiru couldn't help but feel sorry for the black swan.

'Maybe I should try to comfort him,' Ahiru thought. Ahiru slowly approached the black swan, who didn't notice her.

"Qua, Quack?" Ahiru said. Um, excuse me?

The swan ignored her. Ahiru frowned.

"Quack," Ahiru said a bit more urgently. Excuse me.

Again, he ignored her. Ahiru was now angry.

"QUACK!" Ahiru yelled. EXCUSE ME!

"QUACK!" the male swan yelled in shock. He turned around, and found a pissed off Ahiru. He looked at her with sad eyes. He hung his head.

"Quack," the black swan muttered, as he moved out of the way. Sorry.

All the anger that Ahiru had felt disappeared. She studied the swan. She got closer to the male swan.

"Qua, qua, quack, qua, quack. Qua, quack, quack, qua," she told the swan in a gentle voice. I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you.

The black swan looked at her with a surprised look. Ahiru noticed that he had turquoise eyes. The black swan smiled gently but it soon faded.

"Quack, qua, quack?" Ahiru asked. Why are you sad?

The swan looked Ahiru with his sad eyes, before saying, "Quack…qua, qua, quack." Because…I'm all alone.

Ahiru looked at him in pity, but then smiled. She got a bit closer to the black swan until there head and chest touched, making a heart. The male swan stared into Ahiru's eyes in surprise.

"Qua, qua, quack, qua, quack. Quack, qua, qua, quack?" Ahiru said. You don't have to be alone. Would you like a friend?

For a moment, the black swan just stared at Ahiru. But then muttered, "Qua." Yes.

-Fakir's POV-

After he was sure that the blush was all gone, Fakir looked up. At first he didn't see Ahiru, but then spotted her. Fakir raised an eyebrow. He noticed that Ahiru was next to a black swan, and not just a swan, a male swan. He watched as Ahiru quacked gently to the swan. The swan looked up at her with a surprised look. Fakir saw the swan smile faintly, but it disappeared. Ahiru quacked some more. The black swan looked at Ahiru, and then quacked hesitantly. At first Ahiru just looked at him in pity, but then smiled and got closer to the swan until they formed at heart. Fakir stared in disbelief.

"She couldn't be in love with the swan, could she?" Fakir muttered, as he watched Ahiru quack to the swan. He saw the swan quack at Ahiru, as anger started to boil inside him. He stood up and left, leaving Ahiru alone with the black swan.

-Normal POV-

Not knowing that Fakir had left, Ahiru backed away from the black swan a bit, with a cheerful smile on her face. The black swan studied her with his turquoise eyes.

"Quack, qua?" he asked. What's your name?

"Quack. Quack, qua?" Ahiru asked. Ahiru. What's yours?

Quack," he replied. Eichi.

Ahiru smiled at him, sweetly. Eichi smiled back. Then an idea popped into Ahiru's head.

"Quack. Quack, qua, qua, quack, qua, qua, quack, qua? Quack, qua, qua, qua?" Ahiru asked sweetly. Hey. What if I introduced you to a friend of mine? Would you like to meet him?

"Quack, qua, qua," Eichi said. Sure, why not.

Quack, qua, qua," Ahiru said as she started to swim to shore. Come on then.

Eichi followed close behind. He felt a bit nervous. As they swam back they talked about themselves; like what was there favorite season, their favorite food, their birthday, and other stuff. By the time they got to shore, they were laughing (if they're able to, after all they are swans). Ahiru looked around. Fakir wasn't there.

'He must've gone home,' Ahiru thought. "Qua, qua, quack, qua, quack, qua." It seems that he isn't here.

"Qua, quack. Qua, qua, qua, quack, quack. Quack, qua, quack, qua. Qua, quack, qua, qua," Eichi said with a smile. It's all right. I'll meet him some other time. Besides, it's getting late. I should go home.

Ahiru looked up at the sky; it was velvet. She hadn't realize how late it had gotten.

"Qua, qua, qua, qua, quack, quack, qua. Qua, Quack," Ahiru said. My how time flies, when you're having fun. Huh, Eichi.

"Qua. Qua…qua, qua, qua, quack, Quack," Eichi said as he went back into the water and started to swim off. Yeah. Well…I'll see you tomorrow, Ahiru.

Qua, qua, qua, quack, Quack," Ahiru called after him. Yeah, see you tomorrow, Eichi.

For a few moments, Ahiru just stood there and watched Eichi swim off, but then started to waddle towards Fakir's home. As she waddled home, she thought about Eichi. He was kind, sweet, and sensitive. But she could tell that Eichi was brave and tough, too. Ahiru smiled to herself. Then thoughts about Fakir crossed her mind; his smile, his eyes, his kindness, his strength, and his warmth. Ahiru blushed.

'I am in love with him, aren't I,' Ahiru thought, still blushing. 'Love, it isn't love, is it? If this isn't love, then what am I feeling? Or is it just an illusion, that I have in my heart?'

Ahiru sighed sadly and hanged her head. Is it really just an illusion? Or is this true love? Ahiru recalled that every time they touched she'd get this feeling; a warm feeling. Even looking into his eyes made her get the warm feeling. And every time Ahiru fell into his arms, she felt warm and somehow safe. Ahiru raised her head, with a determined look on her face. She was absolutely sure now. She absolutely knew that she…was in love with Fakir. But again, the question that has taunted her for the past week went across her mind; does Fakir love her in return? She ran into something hard. Ahiru looked up, and noticed that it was Fakir's home. Ahiru smiled, and was about to peck on the door, when the door itself flew open.

"QUACK!" Ahiru yelled in surprise, taking a step back. She looked up to see Fakir. She smiled warmly at him, but only got a frown in return.

"Where have you been!?" Fakir yelled. "Do you know how worried I was!?"

"Quack," Ahiru said shyly. Sorry.

"Hurry up and get in, before you get a cold," Fakir said, still frowning. Ahiru waddled inside the cozy house. She heard the door shut, and felt Fakir walk over to the living room and sit in his favorite armchair.

"So, did you have a great time with your new boyfriend," Ahiru heard him say. Fakir had said boyfriend in a disgusted tone. Ahiru looked at him, or at least the back of his head.

"Qua, qua, qua, quack, quack?" Ahiru said, bewildered. What are you talking about?

Fakir looked at Ahiru, his eyes filled with anger and jealousy.

"Don't play dumb with me. You know who I'm talking about," Fakir spat.

Ahiru continued to stare at Fakir with a bewildered look. Then her eyes widened.

'Could he be talking about Eichi?' Ahiru thought.

"Who was that swan!" Fakir demanded, getting up from his chair. Ahiru took a step back, she'd never seen Fakir this angry.

"Q-qua, qua, q-quack," Ahiru said. H-he's a f-friend.

Fakir glared at Ahiru. He then turned his back to her.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad," Fakir said.

"Quack. Qua…qua, qua, qua, qua, qua, qua?" Ahiru asked. Fakir. Why…why did you get so mad?

Fakir looked at Ahiru. He didn't know what she said, but he had a pretty good idea what. For a few moments more, he continued to look at her. He didn't know what to say, but at the same time he did. Fakir looked away.

"Ahiru…I…I got angry because…because. Ahiru, I-I…I love you," Fakir said, blushing furiously. Ahiru stood there, shocked at what Fakir just said.

"I've always had. I didn't realize it at first, but as the time passed by, I started to realize my feelings for you," Fakir continued. "I love everything about you; your smile, your eyes, your laugh, your personality, everything. You might not feel the same way. You still might have felling for Mytho, but…I just wanted you to know how I felt."

'Fakir. You actually think I still have feelings for Mytho,' Ahiru thought, as she stared at the seventeen year old.

"Quack," Ahiru said. Fakir.

Fakir turned around to look at Ahiru. At first she said or did nothing. But then, she slowly rose her wings in front of her, into the position of love. Fakir's eyes widened.

Qua, qua, qua, qua," Ahiru said. I love you, too.

Fakir looked at Ahiru for a moment, before he went towards her and embraced her. He smiled into Ahiru's feathers. Suddenly, there was the same mocking laugh, Fakir had heard in his dream. He looked around; there was no one there. He was about to ask Ahiru if she had heard the laugh, when a blinding light surrounded Ahiru. Fakir shields his eyes with his arm, as he watched Ahiru be lifted into the air. The light grew even brighter, giving Fakir a difficult time to see Ahiru. Fakir looked at Ahiru's face. Her face was full of sorrow when she looked at him. She waved her wing, as if to say good-bye, then the light shined even more brightly, too bright that Fakir had to shut his eyes. When Fakir felt that the light was gone, he opened his eye, expecting to see Ahiru, but he didn't. Where Ahiru once stood, was silver dust. Fakir gazed at the dust in horror. He slowly went the dust.

"Ahiru," Fakir whispered. As h said her name, there was the mocking laugh again, but this time it was right behind him. Fakir turned around to see a creepy old man, with eyes the size of tennis balls. His face was a road map of wrinkles, and he had hair sticking out of his nose and ears (disgusting, I know). He wore a weird colorful uniform with a matching hat. Drosselmeyer looked at Fakir with his large eyes, still laughing. Fakir realized time had stopped, like it usually does when Drosselmeyer comes to the real world. Anger started boil inside Fakir.

"WHERE'S AHIRU!?" Fakir yelled at the old man. Drosselmeyer laughed even harder, his eyes popping out of their sockets.

"Ahiru, is gone," Drosselmeyer said in his hoarse voice. She disappeared in a flash of light when she confessed her love for you."

Fakir's eyes widened in horror.

"No. I thought that would only happened if she confessed her to Mytho!" Fakir yelled at the old man.

"Woops. I must have forgotten to tell her that she would disappear if she confessed her love to anyone," Drosselmeyer said, as he cackled.

"Why you…YOU BASTARD!" Fakir yelled, as he through a punch at the old man, but Drosselmeyer disappeared before the punch had hit him. Drosselmeyer reappeared behind Fakir.

"I'll tell you what. I'll return your precious Ahiru as a girl, if you…promise not to interfere with my new story. My sequel, actually," Drosselmeyer said. "That means you can't write a story, to try to stop me, like the last time. And if you even try to write a story, Ahiru will disappear again."

Fakir gritted his teeth; he did want to get Ahiru back, but he also didn't want Drosselmeyer to write his sequel, but then again he couldn't write a story if he wanted to, because it wouldn't have Ahiru in it.

"Do we have a deal?" Drosselmeyer said, holding out his hand towards Fakir. Fakir looked at the hand in disgust, but he reluctantly grabbed the old man's hand.

"Deal," Fakir said. There was a blinding light again. Fakir shut his eyes. He felt the light weaken a bit. He also felt something lean against his chest. Immediately, Fakir wrapped his around it. He noticed that it was soft as he went on his knees. As the light disappeared, Fakir opened his eyes to see the girl from his dream, in his arms. He smiled; Ahiru was back, back as a girl. For a long time Fakir just stared at Ahiru's face. She was so beautiful now. He started to look down at her body when he froze and turned into a dark shade of red. Ahiru wasn't wearing any clothes! Luckily, her hair was long and covered her body. Fakir quickly picked Ahiru up in a bridal-style, and took her to his room. He laid her in his bed, and quickly covered her up with a blanket. Still blushing, Fakir went through his closet to find something Ahiru could wear. But there was nothing in her size. She would have to wear one of his shirts. Fakir sighed and grabbed a white long sleeved, baggy shirt of his. As he closed his closet door, he heard some rustling. Fakir turned around to see Ahiru sitting up, half naked. Fakir felt his whole face go red.

"A-AHIRU! WILL YOU COVER UP!?" Fakir said, as he threw his shirt at her and turned around. He expected Ahiru to make a big fuss and stuff, but she didn't. It was completely silent. He was about to say something when Ahiru interrupted him.

"Quack," she said in a confused tone.

Fakir froze.

'Why did she quack? She should by now know that she's human again," Fakir thought. Bringing up all his courage, Fakir slowly turned around. Ahiru was still sitting there half naked. Fakir blushed and turned his head away. He slowly walked up to Ahiru, careful not to look at her. He picked the shirt that he had thrown at her and held it out to her. He felt Ahiru's brush against his as she grabbed the long sleeved shirt.

"Put it on," Fakir said.

"Quack?" Ahiru said in the same confused tone.

Fakir turned and looked at her straight in the eye, and yelled, "Don't you know how to put on a shirt!?"

Ahiru shook her head slowly. Fakir looked at her in shock.

'What's going on?' Fakir thought. He looked at Ahiru in shock for a moment before he said, "You put your head through the hole."

Ahiru looked at Fakir for a moment before she pulled the long sleeved shirt over her head and arms.

"Your not suppose to put it on like th-

Fakir stopped, as Ahiru stood up. The shirt reached to her knees. It looked like she was wearing a dress instead of a shirt if it wasn't for the sleeves. But then Fakir had an idea. Fakir grabbed the sleeves and wrapped it around her waist, and tied a bow with them behind her back (just think of the way Aquamarine did it with her long sleeved shirt).

"There we go," Fakir said, smiling. He looked at Ahiru, she was looking at him in a confused way, "What's the matter? You're looking at me like you've never met me…before."

Ahiru nodded. Fakir grew pale.

"You don't remember me?" Fakir asked. Ahiru shook her head. Fakir's eye grew wide. He was about to something else, when he yet again heard the mocking laugh. Fakir started boil.

"DROSSELMEYER!" Fakir yelled.

"Yes," said a hoarse voice behind Fakir, as time came to a complete stop. Fakir turned around, furious.

"What's wrong with Ahiru," Fakir said pointing at the frozen body of Ahiru.

"Well other than, she has no memories of you or anyone, just memories of being a swan…nothing," Drosselmeyer said.

"We made a deal," Fakir said in a low voice.

"The deal was to give you back Ahiru in her human form. You said nothing about her memories," Drosselmeyer said in a as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

Fakir stared at Drosselmeyer in shock. Ahiru doesn't remember a thing about him. "You tricked me."

"Yea I did, didn't I. He, he, you're going to be quite busy these couple of days, young Fakir," Drosselmeyer said, with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Fakir asked.

"Ahiru doesn't remember anything, not even how to speak in the human language. You are going to teach her how to speak aren't you?" Drosselmeyer said, with a big grin.

"Of course I am," Fakir said, glaring at the old man.

"Well good luck with that," Drosselmeyer said. He watched Fakir for a moment. Fakir stared sadly at Ahiru. Before everything came back to life again, Drosselmeyer said, "Poor Fakir. Losing your love one just when you confessed to her."

Fakir didn't say anything; he was still shocked. Shocked that Drosselmeyer had tricked him and that Ahiru doesn't remember him. Fakir felt a small tug at his shirt. He turned to see Ahiru's cerulean eyes.

"Qua, qua, qua?" Ahiru asked. Are you okay?

Fakir stared at Ahiru with sadness, and before he knew it, he hugged Ahiru. Ahiru was a bit surprised, but not as surprised at what Fakir whispered in her ear.

"I'm going to restore your memory again, Ahiru. That's a promise," Fakir had whispered. Ahiru stood there, letting Fakir press his body against hers.

'So warm,' thought Ahiru, as she closed her eyes.


No No 22: There's chapter two. Hope you liked it. Please review.

Fakir: Why should they? After what you wrote.

No No 22: Oh get over it Fakir! Besides, you and Ahiru will have a happy ending.

Ahiru: Really?

No No 22: Of course. What kind of person do you think I am?

Fakir: A cruel one that's for sure.

No No 22: Shut-up Fakir!

Drosselmeyer: I love this chapter! It had such a tragic event!

No No 22, Ahiru, and Fakir: Shut-up Drosselmeyer.

Ahiru: Anyways, chapter three is…is…Hey No No, what is chapter three?

No No 22: Well I know what's it going to be about, I just haven't named it.

Fakir: Figures.

No No 22: Shut-up Fakir!

Ahiru: Oh well. Chapter three is chapter three.