DRAMAAA! Guyss, all I have to say is, thanks for staying with me. You will die during this chapter. Just die. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I have once again proclaimed that I am not the owner of Princess Tutu. Neither Romeo and Juliet.

Ahiru's POV

"… Fakir? Do you like me?" I asked, from my spot perched on a tree branch.

He seemed flustered and blushed immediately, which triggered a giddy laugh from the spontaneous me. Fakir blushing was something I've only dreamed—Aah, not like I dreamed of him or anything like that. Psh.

He recollected himself and noted, "Careful. You'll fall, baka." Conveniently avoiding the question, I see, I thought caustically.

"You know," I lectured, "when you very fittingly left me with Pike and Lilie, I've actually learned some potential things from them."

Jutting my lips out in a pout (one of the things that I learned that boys found endearing), I gave a lingering silence to prolong his curiosity. Or in Pike's and Lilie's words, "playing hard-to-get." I smiled as I watched his ears perk up but his obstinate gaze remaining on his sheaf of papers.

Then I realized what I was doing. I wasn't acting myself. I sighed inwardly. Pike and Lilie has orated my ears with spoiling words, causing me to act that way.

Which is not what I wanted.

But my inquisitiveness got the best of me. And they were sure he had feelings for me. "Just try it out!" they commanded.

"Like, crushes and things like that," I waved my hand off dismissively, "but rather, do you want me to show you what I learned?"

"No." He replied monotonously. He dusted off the covers from a large book placed beside me and started reading to himself.

"What are you reading?" I asked hesitantly. I peered over his shoulder to see the the words but alas, I was too far up, concluding in me not being able to see the words, regardless if I could see over his shoulder or not. Which I couldn't.

It deduced me into falling off the branch and into Fakir causing an "Oof!" from the raven-haired boy. I smiled sheepishly at him. He, of course, glared. But I held my place.

"Aren't you going to read that book to me?" I asked, all innocent.

He sighed, very loudly. "Fine." He paused. "But only to get you off of me."

He coughed and took a while to start. "I have to read it as a script, though."

I nodded, prodding him on.

"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From the ancient grudge break to our mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parent's strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought be removed,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, out toil shall strive to mend…"

I listened to the eloquence of his voice, which kept me up until the sun set. I think we sat there for two hours…and it was only the first act!

At the end, Fakir broke off and placed the book down shakily by his side.

"Fakir, what's wrong? Continue on; you're were good!"

His bangs obscured his face. He whispered, "You're more interesting than that book, Ahiru." He spoke my name with so much care that my heart constricted and I felt asphyxiated just to be near him.

So I pulled his neck towards my face and murmured, "It's a relief for you to say that."

And we kissed.

His lips felt so soft for someone so harsh. Through the kiss, Fakir transfixed me with overwhelming affection. I was immobile in his arms and my arms, which was laced through his velvet hair, felt like it was giving out. Fakir kept me steady in his arms.

He pulled away for air as our foreheads touched. I was barely breathing. "You have no idea how long I wanted to do that." He said, breaking the silence.

I laughed.

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Fakir's POV

As I brought sleeping Ahiru home in my arms, I was smiling like an idiot. Charon let me in and, seeing the love-struck look on my face, patted my back and said, "Good work, son" and left me to bask in my mirth.

I placed her on her bed and kissed her forehead softly. "Goodnight, Ahiru."

I was about to leave when she called, "Wait." And I came back, grinning, as I slept beside her, this time willingly.

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Autor's POV

As soon as I saw Fakir and Ahiru walk into Kinkan Academy hand-in-hand, I was struck with horror. But I saw the indifferent look on Fakir's face and Ahiru's sheepish and immediately recollected myself.

Fakir and Ahiru were being watched by everyone in Kinkan Academy—well, Ahiru was receiving death glares from the crazed fan girls. Fakir said something inaudible to the fan girls and their eyes were stricken with grief yet they instantaneously cheered up.

Then Fakir kissed her, holding her back for support as he tipped Ahiru. Kissed her. In front of the teachers. In front of the students. In front of whole Kinkan Academy. As Fakir pulled away, Ahiru hid her tomato-red face in Fakir's chest whilst Fakir smiled. After a moment of silence, everyone cheered.

"We're so happy for you, Ahiru!"

"I never knew Fakir had it in him!"

"Young love…so adorable."

They then parted ways, for their morning classes. I stood up, then strode over to Fakir.

"What are you doing?" I seethed.

He glanced at me. "I think that gesture was very blunt."

I groaned. "What if she remembers?"

He didn't look at me but said grimly, "I'll make sure that never happens."

"Fakir! Are you just giving up because she now recognizes her feelings for you?" I demanded.

He muttered, "I don't want her to recount those days with Drosselmeyer."

Still holding my gaze, I said gruffly, "Is that what she wants? Or is that what you want?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Sure as hell I understand." I hesitated as he glowered at me but continued in a more lighter tone, "Fakir. You're depriving her of something she wants back because she lost it. Even with you, I'm sure she's not happy not knowing who she is!"

"How are you, of all people, supposed to know what goes through her head?"

Because it's obvious!, I screamed inwardly, but I kept that reverie to myself, knowing that it would just create more arguing.

"Well, besides that, I'm glad to see that you two are together." I lied as I rambled off slowly.

Before I was out of earshot, he mumbled to himself, "I'll make sure she won't remember. She'll be safe with me…"

Oh, Fakir. I thought wistfully. You were most of her life! Don't you know that loving her will just drive her to summon up those lost memories?

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