Chapter 9 – Love and Detest
Fakir clasped his sweaty, white knuckled hands together as the cold wind blew in through the open window; white linen curtains floating gracefully with the snowflakes which sneakily drifted into the room and slowly began to accumulate on the carpet.
Fakir opened his dry mouth, "I... made the wrong choice and I currently don't know how to act upon this. I have no idea what Carabosse is going to do now I have abandoned our agreement" Duck swallowed her fear in a large gulp. Mulling over her thoughts she finally came to a conclusion; looking up at Fakir her eyes met with his, she smiled. He gave a look of complete and utter bewilderment ^she… is smiling at me? Does she actually understand what I have done? She has that sparkle in her eye again. What is wrong with her? Is she intellectually disabled or something? God, she's such a nitwit. I hate her damn guts…^
"Don't worry Fakir! We'll help Mytho, get rid of that Carabosse guy and save the story!" She stood up in a triumphant pose.
"Yeah but there still remains one question"
"What!"
"How are we going to find a way to bring down Carabosse and cure Mytho? Besides if we do cure Mytho and find a way to destroy that demon; how exactly are we going to find him?" Fakir ran his fingers through his fringe and exhaled exasperatedly.
"We have special powers remember! Drosselmeyer gave them to us!"
"We don't know what our powers are Duck" She groaned and face palmed herself for being so idiotic,
"hey! Don't you have to audition for the Ballet Production?" Fakir inhaled sharply.
"IDIOT!"
The two students ran down the empty halls of the academy; their footsteps echoing like gunshots. The grey blanket of clouds hanging thickly across the sky which groaned with the burden of carrying the rain, Duck looked towards the sky. And then back to Fakir who ran in front of her *He has a nice back… I wonder what Fakir would look like if he untied his hair?*
"It looks like there's going to be a storm later on" she panted between breaths.
No reply. Duck frowned.
Fakir skidded to a halt and Duck gracefully crashed into his back knocking him over. Fakir lay on the ground face to face with Duck who had awkwardly fallen in between his legs, "watch where you're going you idiot!"
"I'm sorry! I couldn't stop you know how lanky I am!" *I am so embarrassing! Why do I have to be so Duck like! Oh Fakir is going to be dancing for the Prince! And no one has wished him any luck! What if he fails! What if he does badly? Oh Fakir… I have to have faith in Fakir!* Fakir had already stood up and was brushing himself off before entering the Practise rooms. Duck was about to burst, and so she did. She threw herself into Fakir's arms and her face; once again, turned into a bright red tomato.
Fakir felt all the blood rushing into his face as he delicately held the young girl in his grip ^What the? What is this? Why is my face so hot? Absurd… no this can't happen^ He stood there for a moment trying to decide his reaction towards her. It was then his brain became fuzzy and he couldn't devise a sentence of speech to make her let go. ^Could I seriously be… in love with… Duck! These feelings I have never experienced before are building up inside my chest, this is…!^
"Duck" she made no sound or movement, "Duck!" she pulled away totally embarrassed her eyes all puffy and tear-filled, Duck brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she stared at the floor.
"I… I'm sorry" she swiftly turned her body and ran away down the hall. Fakir attempted to go to the audition but he could not bring himself to open the door to the room; he looked down at his hands and frowned ^you are the idiot Fakir^
