Okay, I've got a lot of IMPORTANT things to state in this Author's Note. First off, I've updated Chapter three, which was erased unsuspectingly. If you haven't read it yet, GO because this chapter makes a bit of a reference to that chapter. It was a bit hard though, because I've wrote it from scratch again, so just bear with me okay? Secondly, I would like to thank all of you reviewers for this story. It really means a lot to me. One of my reviewers, Zurii-Zurii has pointed out something important so I THANK YOU for that.

So I guess I'll end here and let you read. :D

It was Tuesday—a very arid Tuesday, to be exact. And Fakir was pissed.

No, it wasn't that full-on scowl he wore each day, he was pissed. Fakir just didn't enjoy hot weather. It got to his senses and twisted up his mind in ever way possible. Considering the earlier day's events, he was bound to be extremely pissed.

Autor walked defiantly up to Fakir that day during Study Hall. He knew that a particular question forming just on Autor's pursed lips was inevitable: "Why?"

Fakir sighed, tiredly positioning his books in front of him. "It just…I don't know, happened. Drosselmeyer—" and at this, Autor gasped "—Well, who else did you expect?" Fakir glowered darkly. "He made Ahiru human again. It was to, I don't know, 'make her fall in love with me the proper way.'"

Autor wasn't surprised. Only Drosselmeyer would want to make them "fall in love" in a sick, twisted way like this.

Fakir sighed once more. "I guess the whole school remembers?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"I'm not exactly sure, but my guess is that they do. I infer that they remember Ahiru, but not the influence she had—still has—on Kinkan Town. Likewise to me, they probably remembered everything about her once they inspected her cerulean eyes. They're very…probing." He pushed up his wiry glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. "But I suspect that we, meaning you and me, remember her because we were some of the important characters in her life."

"I don't know. What about her friends; Pike and Lilie? Didn't they play important parts in her life?" Fakir demanded.

Autor contemplated for a moment. "Maybe that's true. But they never dug deeper into Drosselmeyer, whom we only knew about. I was smart enough to find out the mystery." He sniffled and stuck his nose in the air haughtily.

"Don't inflate your ego." Fakir scolded monotonously.

Autor shook his head and continued as if he hadn't heard Fakir. "Well, I guess we have to wait and see."

"One more thing; we have to tell people about Ahiru's…condition…and what they have to do." I stated hesitantly.

The light reflected into Autor's glasses, obscuring his eyes. He asked darkly, "What do you mean 'condition'?"

Fakir gulped, not wanting to recount what had happened. "She has lost her memory."

Autor's eyes popped out of its sockets. "Amazing. Once people start summoning up the past, she loses it."

"No. It is not amazing. First off, losing her memory is bad. Secondly, it was done on purpose." I clarified, rolling my eyes.

Their conversation went from there, one-sided small talk about how Ahiru came to standing where she is right now. Soon after, Fakir went to their old rendezvous, the water fountain.

Meanwhile, Ahiru ambled across the grassy field, listlessly paying attention to where she was going. It was Study hall period but that didn't necessarily mean that she was to actually study. After all, she was from the ballet section and didn't take any other classes. How was she to study ballet?

Well, Ahiru contemplated on yesterday's events, or one particular event: the almost-kiss. It seemed like something powerful, something drastic. Fakir never displayed those kind of eyes to anyone. And now, it seemed liked he was avoiding her. She walked to the water fountain, an indescribable force just pulling her there, and plopped down tiredly, not knowing that Fakir was just on the opposite side, watching her.

Fakir's POV

Her way-too-short uniform couldn't go higher on this blasted day, right? It made me want to lure her to the back of one of these buildings, press her petite body against the wall while she'd ask, very cutely, "Fakir, what's wrong?" and I'd kiss her silly as my hand just inches its way up her—Whoa.

I pinched the bridge of my of my nose—hard—as if inflicting pain on myself would assuage these negative thoughts. Maybe the heat was just messing with my head.

Two girls approached Ahiru hesitantly and I recognized them to be Ahiru's old friends, Pike and Lilie. Lilie, the blond, discarded the pigtails from her hair and advanced to a side ponytail, which made her look more mature. Pike tolerated her messy pink hair, which grew longer by the years, and clipped in in her trademark yellow clips, in an attempt to keep her hair out of her face. The two girls grew taller, more slimmer, as Ahiru did.

"Ahiru! Hiya!" Lilie exclaimed happily. From her spot, Ahiru looked up and smiled politely, not really sure what to do.

The girls smiled, waiting for her to respond. "Don't you remem—"

"Ahiru." My face held brimming anger/nervousness. "Will you please—" Wince. "—let me talk to Lilie and Pike?" She waved her hand dismissively and smiled, peering closely at me. Seriously, I couldn't comprehend the mirth Ahiru was filled with on a day like this. I glanced back at her. Sweat trailed down her face, to her neck, and down her school uniform, which had her top button open -- I looked away guiltily and mentally slapped myself. What was up with all these dirty thoughts?!

Lilie and Pike were tapping their feet [im]patiently as they waited for an explanation. When none came, Pike spoke up, "Why's Ahiru spending so much time with you, Fakir-sempai?" They eyed me and I blanched. "Maybe you guys are together?"

"No!" I protested. Pike raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "I-I mean, I don't like her."

They laughed. "Relax," Pike said, "we were just being flippant."

I pursed my lips as I eased my face into looking slightly nonchalant. "Well, Ahiru has lost her memory. She's been staying with me for a while. But the thing is, she doesn't know that we took part in her past. I…haven't told her about Kinkan Town." I gulped. "But…I think the best way to revive those lost memories is to let her spend time with her friends. Ask her over for a sleep-over at your dorm. Say that I approve."

I walked away, not wanting to hear their remonstrance. I needed to get away from Ahiru. She looked to tempting today. So I ambled home.

Once there, I set my books on the table and collapsed on the couch. I heard a gruff voice float down from the hallway, "Fakir? Are you here already?"

"Yes," I replied as he walked in. I placed my hand over my eyes and closed them.

Charon could see right through me. "Fakir, what's wrong? Girlfriend troubles? I see that Ahiru isn't by your side."

I sat upright quickly. "G-Girlfriend troubles? What are you talking about?"

"Oh! I thought that you guys were together already, considering how much time you devote to her." Charon explained.

I mumbled, "No, she's not my girlfriend."

"And?"

"And what?" I demanded.

He elaborated, "And you want her to be yours?"

I sighed. "Why does everyone assume that?"

"Because it's true, Fakir. I don't know how long you are going to stay in denial, but…the feelings there. You like her. And admit it, how long have you guys been inseparable? Two, three years? I'd bet that you're feelings have been upgraded, if you know what I mean."

I gawked at him. "But, regardless, she doesn't remember me. I just…don't…"

"Then would you like to live the rest of your life with the fact that you could have taken the chance when it came? I don't think so." He stood up from his place. "Well, I'll get back to work now."

He left me on that note. Maybe, just maybe, he was right.

Okayy...Charon is acting a bit more paternal... And in case you still haven't read Chapter 3 yet, it states that Charon remembered everything. Please review!