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((A/N: I wrote a different one for this chapter but I really didn’t like how it turned out so I wrote this instead XD for anyone confused, I would like to explain briefly that this is a series of One-shots. Though I may continue one One-shot in a future chapter, that will be rare and most these will be able to stand on their own.
Oh yeah! And shameless advertising for my fic ‘Heartless’! It’s FakirxAhiru! You know you want it!
:3 Without further ado, I would like to introduce you to the second chappy!!
Muse-chan out!))
500 Themes to Insanity
#2 Love
Being a strict, to the point business man, Fakir didn’t really believe in love.
What was love when there was business to be done? He didn’t have time for it, nor did he care for it.
He was CEO of Kinkan Corp, he was rich, famous, handsome, a most wanted bachelor… what did he need with love? His life(and schedule) were full as it is, there was no need to add the unnecessary stress of a relationship.
Still, his father pressed for him to get married soon.
“You’re twenty-three years old already, you need to get married.”
He was already the youngest CEO for Kinkan Corp in decades, why did he have to getmarried?
“The public are starting to think you are a playboy. They like family men.”
Why would they think he was a playboy? He’d never even had a scandal! The worst the media had been able to say about him was his title as ‘Sexiest Bachelor’ and that was a year ago!
“If you don’t choose a wife within six months, I’ll be forced to have an arranged marriage.”
Fakir let out a frustrated growl as he sat on the park bench. Why was he at the park at four in the morning, dressed in his business suit and all?
He needed to think.
At least, that was what his god-father had told him.
“Fakir… I think you’re over reacting a little.” Charon said gently.
“Over reacting?! He wants me to get married! Within six months! What am supposed to do? Walk up to a random stranger and say ‘hey, you wanna get hitched’?!”
Charon flinched at Fakir’s explosion, the poor boy was under too much stress.
“How am I supposed to do this?!” Fakir resisted the urge to start throwing furniture, he owed Charon too much to just start ruining the mans house.
“Fall in love?” Charon suggested weakly.
Fakir let out a harsh laugh, “There’s no such thing.”
Now Charon was concerned, he knew Fakir had always held a certain animosity towards romance but the boy didn’t believe in love?
“What makes you say that?” Charon asked.
Fakir gave him a weird look, “It’s the facts. Love doesn’t exist.”
“But you love your family, don’t you?”
Fakir rolled his ees, “Fine, romantic love doesn’t exist.”
Charon gave him a pitying look.
“I think you need to find somewhere quiet to think.”
And Charon had refused to talk with him after that.
Think! The old man wanted him to think!
He’d already thought over the situation several times! Again and again he’d come to the same conclusion; he was screwed.
But he trusted Charon, always had, so he did as asked and took a walk an hour before work and found someplace quiet. Still after almost a week of coming there to think he still hadn’t found his solution.
And here he was, staring blankly ahead and cursing both of his legal guardians. He’d bet money that his father had chosen this time to mention it to Fakir purely because Fakir’s mother was off on a business trip overseas and wouldn’t be able to interfere until it was to late.
‘Like I would go whining to mother like some kind of child…’ Fakir growled at the thought, his father was treating him like a child!
“Neko-sensei! Wait!” Fakir looked up at the sudden voice, unable to do anything before a purple cat jumped into his lap.
“What the—”
“Neko-sensei!” Fakir looked up as a girl burst from the bushes, stumbling forward and landing facedown on the ground in front of him.
“Itaii…” she groaned and looked up, surprised to see a man in a suit staring blankly down at her. But soon her eyes zeroed in the purring cat in his lap.
“Neko-sensei!” she cried, joy obviously etching across her face, she looked at Fakir, “Thank you so much for catching him! I never could have done it on my own!” she laughed nervously.
She was… cute. In a flustered, imperfect, active sort of way.
“It was no trouble.” He replied coldly, somehow irritated by her bright smile.
She furrowed her brow but for the most part ignored his icy tone, instead directing her attention to the cat on his lap.
“Come here Neko-sensei, we have to get home soon.” She made cooing noises and Fakir felt disgusted, she was talking to the cat like it actuallyunderstood what she had to say.
‘Neko-sensei’ didn’t budge.
The girl furrowed her brows.
“Neko-sensei… come on, please?”
If Fakir didn’t know better he’d say he saw the cat shake its head. But there was no way…
The girl let out a frustrated sound, “I’m really sorry, he’s being stubborn.”
There were countless reasons why Fakir found this girl suspicious. She was chasing a cat at four in the morning, said cat was named ‘Neko-sensei’(whysensei?), she talked to the cat like it understood her, and… he blinked, she was still in her pajama’s apparently.
What wasn’t suspicious about her?
“Why don’t you just pick him up?” he was genuinely curious, it only made sense to just pick up the cat.
She looked sheepish, “I don’t think you’d like me to try that…”
He raised an eyebrow, “Why?”
“He doesn’t like being moved without permission.”
Fakir stared at her blandly, why was he always stuck with the psycho’s?
“Just get him off me!” he was getting annoyed.
The girl gave him a pitying look, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you…” she hesitantly approached and had just barely touched the cats fur when Fakir felt something very painful.
Long, sharp as hell nails digging through his suit and skin.
“Yow!” Fakir jumped a little, wanting to shake the cat off.
Neko-sensei only dug his nails deeper.
The girl had backed away a foot, looking defeated, “I’m sorry… would you still like me to try though?”
‘And lose a pound of flesh?!’ Fakir glared at the cat as it finally went about retracting its nails. There was no way to get this cat off against its will. Not unless he wanted to get blood on his brand new suit.
“No.”
She sighed and plopped down on the bench beside him.
“I’m really sorry about this, he just took off running suddenly saying something about marri—” she clamped her hands over her mouth, hoping he hadn’t caught her slip.
He had.
“Saying? How can a cat talk to you?” this girl just got more suspicious by the second.
She gulped, what could she possibly say?!
“Er… I mean, he mewed a lot! So you know, he was sorta saying something in his own cattish way!” she laughed nervously, she was obviously lying.
Fakir nearly groaned. This chick was crazy.
The girl, nervous to change topics, blurted the first thing that came to her mind.
“How are you?”
‘How are you’?! She nearly cried, it was a conversation starter, yes, for people who knew each other!
Fakir gave her a droll look.
“Fine.”
Why did Neko-sensei have to jump someone so cold?! She sighed.
“Ah… My names Ahiru, what’s yours?”
Even her name was strange!
Fakir sighed; he couldn’t say his name was strange as well though. Not many people in Japan had names like ‘Fakir’.
“Fakir.”
Ahiru looked thoughtful, “That’s a German name, right?”
Fakir blinked, most people commented on how weird the name was, not many actually knew it was German. Not many people knew he was half German either.
“Yeah…”
She grinned, “I thought so!”
‘She looks so proud of herself…’ Fakir sighed; she was just too cheerful, especially this early in the morning.
What was she doing out this early?
“So…” she was grasping for straws, how was she supposed to start a conversation? “What are you doing out here so early?”
“I could ask you the same.” He replied drolly.
“Mou!” she pouted.
He sighed. She was just trying to pass the time until her cat detached itself. She probably accidentally let the cat out when she opened the front door to get the newspaper her something and chased it without a second thought.
“I’m thinking.”
She was surprised that he answered, but her curiosity grew, “About what?”
He gave her a look, should he answer?
What harm would it do?
The question struck him suddenly. It couldn’t really do any harm, not unless she worked for the tabloids or something…
What did he have to lose?
“My father wants me to get married…”
“M-meow!!” the cat in his lap jumped at the word(which word, he wasn’t sure) and began sweating profusely.
“I-is your cat okay?” Fakir moved as far away from the spazzing cat as he could.
Ahiru laughed sheepishly, “Yeah… he does that every time someone mentions marriage.”
Fakir gave her a look that could only be described as ‘seriously?’
Ahiru nodded, laughing a little.
Fakir wisely decided to ignore the cat.
“You were saying?” Ahiru prompted, still curious about what the man was doing in the middle of a park at four in the morning in a business suit.
Fakir sighed, “I don’t want to get married.”
Ahiru blinked, “Do you not love your fiancée?”
“I don’t have a fiancée or a girlfriend for that matter.” Fakir replied.
“Then why does he want you to get married?” Ahiru was confused, what point was there in pressuring someone to get married when they haven’t even found the one they love?
“The public likes family men.” Fakir replied.
Ahiru furrowed her brows, “What does that have to do with anything?”
It was then, that Fakir realized another odd fact about this girl.
She didn’t seem to recognize him at all. He was in plenty of magazines that girls her age(she looked about twenty) seem to find fascinating yet she hadn’t noticed at all that she was talking to a most sought after bachelor.
“You don’t know who I am?”
She looked really confused now, “Of course I don’t! We only just met!”
He couldn’t resist, somehow the idea of someone treating him like they didn’t know every one of his business ventures and not assuming they knew him… somehow being treated like a stranger…
Fakir couldn’t resist smiling.
Her eyes widened, “You smiled!”
Fakir snapped his face to another direction, “No, I didn’t.”
“But I saw it!”
“You were hallucinating.” His face was starting to heat up.
She was attempting to see his face, but he kept turning away!
“But it was really pretty! Come on! Let me see!”
Fakir almost laughed.
She was weird. Completely weird.
He liked her.
Fakir, finally managing to properly suppress his smile, turned back to her.
“Meanie!” she pouted, obviously disappointed that he had gone through such lengths to hide any signs of happiness.
…that, and it really was a pretty smile.
“So what about you?”
She blinked, “Eh?”
“What are you doing out here so early?” Fakir gave her an almost challenging look.
“A-ah!” she looked nervous, “I-I, well…”
Fakir was getting worried, what if she was paparazzi?
“Come on, I told you what I was doing here.”
She sighed, defeated, “Er… well… you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Try me.”
She looked torn, “But…”
“Look, I promise to believe you as long as you don’t say something downright crazy sounding.” Fakir sighed, he wasn’t even that curious but the way she was avoiding the question annoyed him…
He glanced at her expression; she should be a little calmer…
Why does she look evenmore panicked?
“And if it is crazy sounding…?” she asked hesitantly.
Fakir raised a brow, “I don’t suppose I’d believe you then.”
She almost seemed relieved.
“In that case… I’m a witch who got chased out of my apartment last night by my roommate, who wanted me to face the forces of evil, after some time my cat Neko-sensei, who is also my teacher in being a witch, convinced me to face the evil Raven, and I was just getting back from an epic battle that ended in a draw when Neko-sensei suddenly ran away saying something about marriage.”
Fakir blinked once, Fakir blinked twice. Fakir managed to blink quite a few times.
She sounded so serious and sincere…
Fakir burst out laughing.
“Okay, I seriously didn’t expect you to say that.” He managed after his laughter had subsided some.
She was pouting and crossed her arms.
“It’s true!”
He raised an eyebrow again, “Seriously?”
“Yes!”
He started laughing again.
Suddenly, as if to destroy the perfectly good Kodak moment, Neko-sensei hopped into Ahiru’s lap.
“Neko-sensei!” Ahiru cried, startled.
“Let’s go. We have to prepare Rue’s breakfast.” Neko-sensei stated matter-a-factly.
“Hai!”
Fakir, who stopped laughing, was now staring flabbergasted at the pair as they walked away.
Ahiru turned suddenly, “It was nice talking to you Fakir! I hope you can find someone you like to marry!”
“M-m-marriage?!” Neko-sensei cried.
“Oh shush.”
Fakir gaped after them. Unless Ahiru was a very good ventriloquist, that cat justtalked!
His watch beeped, informing him that his short break before work was over and he needed to get his ass over there.
He was still stunned as he walked home, when he got into his car it finally seemed to sink in a little.
Slowly, a smile started growing on his face. He had always liked fantasy.
Maybe love wasn’t such a bad idea…
:3 I think the next one I do might be MythoxLillie…(I love that pairing!) but I’m not sure… would any of you mind if I wrote some MyhtoxLillie goodness? I’m sorry to MythoxRue fans, but you’re less than likely to find that pairing here(I don’t like Mytho much XD) but I might write some if I get inspired(I do love Rue lots)
X3 I’m random. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
-Muse-chan still avoiding homework like a moron.))