Hello there! I am so, so sorry that it took me so long to update! I had the story idea all in my head and was ready to go not long after I wrote Chapter 8... but then I didn't have time, then I wasn't in the mood... and BLAH! I spent 30 minutes trying to find the piece of paper I'd written the details of this chapter on too... It didn't turn out as good as I wished it would've, but I hope you enjoy! :)
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The car rammed straight into Ahiru, her bones crunching beneath its tires. Blood splattered onto the sidewalk. Fakir watched in horror, his face paling considerably.
"AHIRU!" He cried, freezing time for the rest of the world. Tears ran down his face as thoughts dribbled through his mind, mostly incoherent ones that were due to emotional stress. I've got to save her. Turn back time... Turn back! A hand fell onto Fakir's shoulder. A strangely dressed man stood slightly behind Fakir. His inquisitive expression confused Fakir.
"Now don't go doing that, Fakir. You'll ruin the experiment," he said carefully. A glare consumed Fakir's face.
"To hell with your damned experiment! I'm bringing my Ahiru back!" Fakir yelled angrily, his green eyes flaring with emotion. Drosselmeyer laughed.
"Now, now Fakir... Watch her carefully," he said, motioning to the carcass people were beginning to gather around. Tears nipped at Fakir's eyes.
"Why do you want me to watch her die?" He asked in a soft voice. Drosselmeyer ignored the teenager, smiling creepily to himself. A white light began to shine from Ahiru's wounds, and as the wounds closed, the light disappeared.
"Wonderful! How magnificent!" Drosselmeyer cheered, "This is an amazing scientific breakthrough! The gesdin worked!" Fakir felt time freeze once more as he turned to Drosselmeyer.
"What are you talking about?" He asked irritably. The man smiled at him.
"Quite the inquisitive one, aren't you?" Drosselmeyer asked him. Fakir sighed, tapping his foot in impatience.
"I want to know about this experiment that Ahiru's involved in," Fakir clarified to the mad scientist. Drosselmeyer glanced at his watch nonchalantly.
"Gesdin is the tree of life. It came from another planet outside our galaxy. I don't think it was meant for our planet, or anyone else's, but the material is in you, Ahiru and two other lucky individuals. The rest is the scientist's pleasure to know," he replied with a strange laugh. The man disappeared into the frozen crowd.
"Hey! Wait a minute! We're not done talking!" Fakir yelled after the insane, old man. Time began to crawl forward once more, and Fakir immediately looked toward Ahiru, who stepped easily6 back onto the sidewalk. Relief washed through him as he ran toward her.
"Ahiru!" He cried happily, taking her into his arms. The strawberry blonde let out a surprised gasp.
"F-Fakir!?" She gasped, flushing a bright red. He smiled up at her, barely thinking straight, he was just so relieved. He pulled her away to give her a once-over, just to make sure she was okay.
"I'm so glad you're okay..." he whispered to her, a certain softness in his voice. She squirmed in his hold a little.
"Umm... I'm sorry, but I'm not sure of who you are," she told him in a soft voice. Fakir dropped her out of his arms and took a few steps back.
"But... you just said my name a minute ago..." he replied in a shaking, confused voice. Ahiru looked at him with gentle, sympathetic eyes.
"I'm sorry... I just don't remember having any friends other than Pike and Lillie. Especially no male friends," she told him in a nervous voice. Fakir's deep green eyes darkened.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he whispered, walking away at a fast pace. Ahiru stood there with her mouth hanging open slightly. You didn't make me uncomfortable! Somehow... People gathered around Ahiru, asking her a million questions at once.
"Are you okay?"
"How did you do that?"
"Are you going to sue?"
"Is this even possible?"
"Are you really alive?"
Ahiru had no idea of how she was supposed to reply to any of their words of concern. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Her mind was stuck on one thing. Who was that boy?
X X X
Rue groaned loudly the next morning when the news of Ahiru's miraculous survival reached her. Her plan hadn't worked, and she'd been so careful about it to. It just wasn't fair! Not even in the slightest. Rue counted to ten in her head, letting out a sigh. Nothing was wrong. Everything was going just fine. No matter how many times she told herself this though, the absolute anger within her wouldn't die out. She was just so pissed off. She stormed out of class that day, dragging Mytho with her. Mytho was in a slight daze, his mind jumbled up with the thoughts of this mysterious Ahiru girl. Who exactly is she?
Rue sat beneath the large, oak tree with her boyfriend with a loud, exasperated sigh. He looked at her with dull, yet curious amber eyes. She waited patiently for him to ask what was wrong, but he didn't. Rue growled in frustration.
"Aren't you going to ask me what's wrong?" She asked irritably. He gave her a gentle smile.
"I figured you'd just tell me," he replied. Rue's eyes widened slightly, and her heart fluttered in her chest. It had been a while since the two of them had acted in such a manner toward each other. Rue's expression softened.
"I don't know, but this basic class girl's sudden popularity is just pissing me off!" Rue began, continuing to rant loudly to her boyfriend. Her deep, crimson eyes intense and unrelenting. Mytho nodded, listening quietly, wondering what about that lively, lower class girl could of done to make Rue so fixated on her. He was beginning to become interested in her as well. Rue's harsh expression relaxed, and she looked over at her boyfriend lovingly.
"You won't have anything to do with her, will you?" She asked Mytho sweetly. He gave his girlfriend a fake smile, but she didn't even notice.
"Of course, nothing except for practices," he told Rue, patting her hand gently. She immediately seemed reassured.
"Thank you," she replied, placing her head on Mytho's shoulder. Mytho stared across the grass at the school, watching a girl with bright pink hair running across the school yard toward the dormitories. He would have nothing at all to do with her, definitely.
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