The Ballet of the Swans

Act Seven

Opening her eyes to meet the glare of the midday sun, Ahiru woke up to find herself in a way too familiar room, lying onto the only bed, and next to her, a very familiar person. Her sapphire eyes widened as she recognized him, it was Fakir, sound asleep on the chair next to her bed.

'Well, it's his bed and his room...' she thought her face becoming warm as she noticed the size of what was happening. Suddenly, the green haired began to stir in his sleep, his eyes beginning to open, and two emerald colored lakes faced her eyes. "Ah..." he said, a faint blush appearing onto his face.

The strawberry blond looked down to the blankets, trying to avoid visual contact with him. 'How can I look at him in the eye? I m-mean, now he remembers everything... Ahhh! I'm such an idiot!' The sound of her companion clearing his throat interrupted her thoughts.

"This is Charon's house," she heard him say, his voice was shaking "I-it safer than the manor. A-after you fainted, everyone left a-and Mytho and Rue helped Akiro while I carried you home, I-I m-mean, here." By the time Ahiru decided to look at him, Fakir was already looking through the window, trying to hide the blush on his face from her.

"I-I s-see, t-thank you v-very much." She answered just as nervous as he was. Before any of them could add anything else, a certain redhead walked into the room. "Akiro, you're safe!" the sapphire eyed cried to her brother as she tried to get out of the bed.

"Ahiru, don't! You're still too weak!" Fakir pleaded to her, she listened to his voice, and stopped struggling to free herself from the blankets.

The emerald eyed went over to help Akiro sit onto the chair he had been sitting onto. "I'm going to tell that others that you've awakened" said Fakir looking at the siblings before closing the door and heading downstairs.

"Fakir..." Ahiru whispered.

"He'll be fine; it's going to take some time for him and the others to fully understand what they forgot though." Akiro said putting his hand onto hers. The strawberry blond smiled softly at him. "I'm glad that you're safe" he continued, his voice filled with joy. "I was so worried when you wouldn't wake up..." His grip onto the girl's hands grew tighter as he spoke. "Ahiru, I'm sorry for being so weak. I-I couldn't even protect you from that darn Garhyn's touch..." Even as his voice flooded with hatred, Ahiru knew that it was directed to the Prince of Nightingales.

'Akiro...' she thought 'why do you and Garhyn hate each other so much? What caused the Scarlet Swan and the Prince of Nightingales became such bitter enemies?'

"You are forgiven, Akiro." She finally said, the red haired looked up at her, and Ahiru could recognize failure swimming through her brother's amethyst eyes. "Please, don't look at me like that" the sapphire eyed continued "none of it is your fault; besides, I couldn't just stand there watching as Garhyn killed you! You are my only family; I can't lose you, I just can't." She finished, Akiro could easily feel the truth engraved in her words.

"Thank you, Ahiru, thank you." He said as he knelt next to her bed, his forehead lying at the edge on the mattress, the sapphire eyed placed her hand onto his head, trying to emphasize more her previous words with a gesture.

"So, is Ahiru alright?" asked Rue as Fakir came downstairs.

"Yeah," he answered "she still needs to rest, but Akiro is with her now. How are you two doing?"

The dark haired crossed her arms along her chest. Mytho, who was leaning on the wall next to her, spoke in their stead. "We'll be fine, it's just..."

"... So much to take in" the ruby eyed finished the sentence. "Our past with Ahiru, the Raven, all that. And now..." she continued as she looked at her friends.