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A Happy Ending
By : bigpeople80099
Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe
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It is so easy to write about this pair at the moment. I love their dynamic. I love how they seamlessly develop friendship and romance with each other. Both of their hearts are so pure and their travails so endearing! I think their dynamic is excellent and long for stories about their adult lives. I mean isn’t it funny to think of ballet becoming more inaccessible to Ahiru just because she isn’t rail thin? Ballet is a brutal sport and an even worse industry for its professionals! It just feels so realistic and fun to imagine them as adults and Ahiru continuing to love ballet despite how it betrays her. This was meant to end in two chapters but why stop a good thing. The premise is just so enticing. Can’t stop won’t stop!

Enjoy!

The sun baked the town in heat be-fitting an oven jam packed with pastries. The easy going winds of the day made today the best weather of the year. Ahiru internally praised whatever higher powers a duck believed in for being alive at such an amazing time as she slowfully roused from sleep.

Looking at the messy sheets beside her, Fakir had left at the crack of dawn to train for his role in La Bayadere. They slept together every night. Almost every night. Ahiru insisted. That’s how it was when she was a duck, why would it be different now she was a girl?

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In fact, the few nights Fakir made her sleep in the guest room really hurt her. He would tell her it was her room but that was just plactation. She argued with him until it came to a head, Fakir forcing her out of his room. Even going as far as locking the door. The nights she slept by herself, she would wonder what she did to upset him. He came off as extra irritable tonight. Had she made some egregious faux pas that he was too kind to correct? He had to stow away in his room to laugh at her or worse, regret writing her story.

“Everyone needs some time alone” she would soothe herself. Only to loop back to cynical thinking until sleep claimed her.

Fakir would console her the following mornings. Ahiru drank up his consolations, apologies and reasonings”
“I had to finish a story. It was important and needed complete focus”.
“Some slacker I work with forgot to revamp this week’s schedule. I’d turn him down but I won’t punish the students for his mistakes”.
“Tonight’s just not a good night to sleep together Ahiru”.
She didn’t understand. When she was a duck, he never requested she leave him room. Why now? She did not understand. She could only fight against his wishes for so long. She enthusiastically accepted his apologies. Fakir seemed to enjoy her responses, so the petting and sweet words lasted until breakfast was cold.

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After Ahiru’s practice last night, he took her hand and led her back home. As if their clasping hands held their mouths closed, they fell into companionable silence. Fakir led them out of the practice room; down the academy’s stairs, outside of the stoney gates that Ahiru used to only run in and out of and into town. The town was warm and convivial at sunset.

Ahiru, who had just been thoroughly immolated by Fakir moments before, was surrounded by murmuring. One kindly faced man cheered.
“What a lovely pair you two make!”. Fakir responded with a nod of his head.
Then, the townspeople pounced

A ring of girls in walking around clothes, men of varying heights and kids who Ahiru assumed were students of Fakir’s interrogated, insinuated and gawked at Ahiru and Fakir.

Excited by the attention, meeting the everyday faces Fakir familiarized himself with for years while she muddled as a duck, was an insurmountable task at first. Fakir’s attention, encumbered in his hand and her mind, it felt like she was choking on the demands of other people. Midway through their first encounter, Fakir noticed and made a move to politely rush out of there. Ahiru stopped him by squeezing his hand. She would ingratiate herself in Fakir’s life, even if it killed her.

Waking up as she felt now, sure felt like she was murdered . Last night she didn’t even have dinner because she was so fatigued. She did practice ballet after all. Well . . until . . . Fakir . .

Ahiru plucked herself from the covers, picked an apple from a fruit bowl and set to clean for the day.

The wooden bucket was heavy but much lighter than the water bucket she fetched for Karon’s blacksmithing. She made sure to ask him for any dirty clothes of which the sooty man had a handful of. Karon offered to set up the wire for her so when she finished, all she had to do was hang the clothes. The breeze would take care of the rest. Grateful,Ahiru settled by the lake and washed linens, rags and clothes by the lake. Ahiru smoothed the yellow and freckled apple over her lips, relishing the smooth taut texture and her flat for a duck bill’s could never provide her this sensation. Yes, now she had a perfectly human mouth. Kissable? Maybe.

The First Kiss. The only element of fairytale whimsy Ahiru had not experienced. Could the stuff that happened yesterday be considered part of a happy fairytale?

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Fakir had carried her buck naked out of the lake, something they were too awe-struck and euphoric to consider. Across the lake, through the threshold of his cottage which felt so different now she was a girl, up the stairs and onto his bed. He got on his knees before her, continuing to stare at her, never once breaking his gaze, and clasped her hands. Something snapped in Ahiru and tears barreled down her face. Fakir’s grasp on her hands hardened as if he was holding onto her to hold back his tears.

Maybe he was grateful, she was crying enough for both of them.
She retrieved a hand to wipe one of her eyes. Fakir took this moment to pull a thick dark blue cotton button up out of his closet. Ahiru saw Fakir wipe his face before turning back. She chided herself, she could never a proportionate amount of tears for this moment alone. She needed Fakir’s help.

He guided her. She lifted her arms when his fingers lifted her arms, the cotton shirt a sensation she did not know she missed. He buttoned the shirt easily even though her snot and tears were lubricating the buttons. Fakir did not look at her then, the second time he broke eye contact. So Ahiru was able to unabashedly gaze at the man who had saved her time and time again. Not that there was anything abashed about Ahiru but, things change when they are observed.

‘Look at him now’. She took in his dark hair with forest green tones, it was just as thick and handsome as it was before. She wanted to play with his hair, and experience the textures of every single strand. Holding them up to light, watching strands change color as if peering into a kaleidescope. Ahiru longed to see his forehead. She wondered what he would look like without the canopy of bangs. Wriggling her fingers, she could pass out from the excitement she felt from the newfound potentialities of being a girl.

Wearing a white simple tee, Fakir’s shoulders burst with vitality and robustness like newly ripened fruit. And akin to a pear tree’s body, his throat was sturdy, thick and elegant. Reverently presenting the art that was his face. His roguish jaw marked lips the same color as his golden skin. His mouth was too pretty for such a man but it highlighted his serious features even more. His thick eyebrows highlighted the passion in his steady green eyes that were soft but piercing. His handsomeness was softened by serenity. His appearance was just as complex as him. Just looking at Fakir was undoing her. His scent felt red and spicy, like a holiday to Ahiru.

Her feelings were heavy and immense. Similar to when she ran away, learning she had to sacrifice herself to fulfill the reason she became a human girl in the first place. The tears in her eyes were shifting from feelings of freedom to feelings akin to pain.

Fakir patted her on the leg once he finished the shirt going to his dresser to pull out a pair of shorts. Ahiru’s heart felt too big for her body, her head was swimming. Fakir looped the pants around her legs and motioned for Ahiro to stand so he could pull the shorts on. Ahiru worried if the sensation of swimming meant she would turn back into a duck. The heart which moments ago felt perfectly held in her chest now began to sink. Sinking was a death sentence whether you were a duck or a girl.

Ahiru threw her arms under Fakir’s and pulled them both down on the bed. Though surprised, Fakir kept the majority of his weight off of Ahiru but from the waist down he crushed her. He thinks he did a good job for being suplexed by the petite young woman. He was just about to say something reprimanding, something funny, when he rolled over and saw Ahiru crying. Biting his tongue, he stroked her hair, sharing everything they had to offer through their penetrating gazes. That first night, they fell asleep like that.
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Just because she was a duck didn’t make her any less of an animal when she became a girl. Ahiru considered, she knew more about sex and copulation as a duck than a wiry, mission oriented kid. Knew, viscerally carnally knowing about sex. Duck’s had penises as wiry and wild as . . . well she didn’t want to compare herself to that. But a male duck had a formidable . . member. Fakir’s presence intimidated the male water-fowl so she didn’t have to worry about laying eggs and what came before that. Ahiru knew sex. She was an animal.

Copulation wasn’t romantic in fact it was dreadful! Something to run away from. It was nature.

As a kid, Lillie’s schadenfreude was tinged with vivid depictions for a young ballerina. Lillie’s imaginations trickled into Ahiru’s ears Through the strangleholds and bloodlocks that AHiru found herself in when Mytho, Rue or Fakir were mentioned. It was this discourse with Lillie and Pique she learned how humans copulated

Sex was not as streamline for humans as it was for ducks. She no longer knew of sex as a girl. She had muddled feelings and painful reactions from the attentions of boys, girls, cats! The only thing she felt this strongly as a duck was the desire to be with Prince Myttho. She was so confused, even Mister Cat’s proposals could tinge her cheeks and leave her feeling incomplete. Ahiru first and foremost focused on saving the Prince. At night with her eyes just closed, she reflected on Lillie’s romantic forecasts. Placing Mythho in those imaginations only for Fakir to butt in, and make Ahiru gasp louder, pine harder . . were quickly overtaken by sleep.

No. Ahiru hadn’t come to understand sex as a human her first time around. But she had experienced romance. Romance bitter like the chef whose restaurant was off the beaten path thus neglected by the townspeople. Romances bitter like giving Mytho his heart shard only for it to be tainted with Raven’s blood. Romances excellent like Edel’s sacrifice not being in vain, returning as Zura and becoming her and Fakir’s friend. Romances excellent like with her and Fakir . . .so, young Ahiru felt like she led the most fulfilling life. She had no regrets returning to her true form.

Until that stuff with Fakir.
What. Was. THAT?!?!?

Pique and Lillie poked fun at her in a manner that beget friendship. Ahiru thought they were worldly but that stuff with Fakir, were Pique and Lillie holding back??? Or were all three equally green? Lille had the audacity to plumb the mystery of human intimacy but the unknown was vaster than Ahiru ever imagined.

Ahiru had never considered any implication of being with Fakir. Whether wrapped together like strands in a skein or bearing their hearts to each other, for the first time in a long time, Ahiru felt how momentous it was to be naked in front of Fakir.
That stuff was, hot??
Ahiru didn’t know how to process what happened, quacking and shouting gibberish to herself, wrinkling the bed sheet in her hands. She didn’t have the words to describe that stuff either. Maybe she could talk to Fakir about it when he came home. Maybe Karon. Yeah, Karon would know! He was like a father to Fakir and had taken in Ahiru with open arms.
He actually remembered Ahiru as Fakir’s only girlfriend. To which Fakir made a lot of funny sounds and turned as pink as Ahiru’s hair.

Finished with the laundry, she carried as much water-logged cloth as she could manage to and from the clothes line that was in the backyard of the cottage. Lining up and smoothing out the laundry for optimal wind coverage.
Karon opened the cottage’s back window and startled Ahiru went calling out to her
“Hey little missy, all done there?”.
Ahiru nodded “Yes! Well no, almost done Karon!!”.
Ahiru pressed her fingers to her lips and shot a serious look at Karon “Hey Karon?”.
Karon leaned his arms on the window sill and asked “Ahiru? Something on your mind buttercup?”.
Ahiru perked up from his sweet words. She wasn’t in a bad mood per-se just, she had too many thoughts to stay light-hearted.

“Yes Karon, are you busy right now? I wouldn’t want to get in the way of an important task of yours by bothering you”.
“No no my dear” Karon waved his hand “Only task I have to do is make lunch and a big family dinner. Fakir needs lotsa good food once he starts one of these roles. Wanna help?”.
“I’d love to!!” Ahiru’s eyes shone like stars in Orion’s belt. Karon chuckled at the girl.
“Now now, before we get carried away, what was on your mind you wanted to talk about?”.
“Oh yes. Well, I'm not sure how to put this”. Ahiru squished her pointer fingers together like she did as a girl.
“Makes sense. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. If there’s something bothering you it must be a doozy of an ordeal. How about starting with the basics?”.
“That’s, WONDERFUL KARON!”. Ahiru claps her hands and hops towards Karon at the window. “What a great idea okay, ready?” She said playfully. And Karon responds in kind

“Ready!”
“It’s about the bedroom”.
“Okay”, I wonder where this is going Karon thinks. “What about it?”.
“And me and Fakir.”.
“ . . . .”
“some stuff happened yesterday and I think I know why it happened now but i’m not sure because stuff like this has never happened to me before”.
“ . . . . uhhhhh”
“Don’t worry it wasn’t bad in fact, it felt really GOOD! And I wanted to ask you about that stuff like, is that stuff bedroom-”
“AHIRU!!” Karon shouts, startling Ahiru. She wavers on her feet to which he apologizes. Rivulets of red blush are among the fine lines of Karon’s hardened face.
“Sorry, oh dear, well you know I just looked at the time and realized , we don’t have much time until Fakir arrives. I have to get started right away”.
Ahiru is perplexed. She says “Oh then I can help!”
“NO!” . . .
“Karon, did I say something wrong?”. Karon massages his forehead. He then pats Ahiru on the head comfortingly.
“No. No you didn’t buttercup. I’m fine. Just . . i remember, there’s an entire load of dirty clothes in my room. I need it cleaned before the funk sets in”.
“ Really? Oh wow then I better get on it before sunset!”. Now more than ever, Karon is relieved Fakir fell for such a goal oriented filly.

He thought he was impenetrable. Apparently he wasn’t. His heart couldn’t handle another moment hearing about his son’s sex life. Fakir told Karon the girl lived under a rock but to think she was broaching this topic with Fakir’s father. Goodness gracious. Poor thing. She needed girlfriends. And a boyfriend who took the time to tell her what’s what. Karon would have a stern talking to with Fakir no doubt.

Ahiru waves goodbye and as soon as she is out of eyeshot Karon shouts
"Hey Ahiru, make sure to talk that stuff over with Fakir! And only Fakir okay?"
Ahiru turns around and shouts back "Why just him?"
"Well no big deal it's just" he was getting embarrassed again "Everything's fine. Trust me okay? You and Fakir can mull it over far better than you and I. Plus, we really got to get these things done?"
Ahiru, content with that response, cheerily says "Okay!".
Karon repeats to her that everything is okay. And though nothing substantial was said, and no resolutions cropped up, Ahiru felt the wind beneath her feet as she skipped to and from the lake and the clothesline.
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A Happy Ending	By : bigpeople80099 Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Lemon in the second chapter

A Happy Ending