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Ch. 5: Dornröschen, Part 2
Mar. 26th, 2009 11:18 pmThere, Fakir thinks, as he sits back down beside Mytho in the front row of the theatre. That girl Duck won't bother us again. If we're lucky, she won't even come back to class. In fact, Duck has just run out of the room, awkwardly and quickly, with some obviously false excuse about needing a bathroom. She must be too embarrassed to stay here with everyone who saw that fiasco of a pas de deux.
That just leaves Rue. At the moment Rue is sitting on Mytho's other side, wearing a certain expression, half-blank, half-smug, that particularly irritates Fakir. But Fakir's fairly sure Rue won't make a play for possession of Mytho this instant, with the entire Eleki Troupe watching, and she (Princess Tutu?) certainly can't find and return a heartshard this instant.
So Mytho is safe, for the moment, and Fakir can relax--
Mytho inhales sharply, tosses his head back. Fakir is on his feet even before his roommate starts screaming.
Fakir shouts something. It might be Mytho's name, but Fakir's listening too closely to Mytho's unbroken, breathless howl to hear what he says himself.
He does hear Rue say, "A shard's been returned."
"What?" Fakir snaps. That can't be right. Who found Mytho's heartshard when Rue's right here?
But it must be true. Nothing else could hurt him like that.
Fakir wraps his arm around Mytho's shoulder, pulls the other boy to himself. Mytho's trembling, his voice still raised in that awful cry, but he doesn't resist Fakir's touch.
(He never does, anyway.)
It's a bad one. A very bad one. Damn, damn, damn.
The whole room's in chaos, now, and Mr. Cat's pleading for calm. Fakir ignores him. He half-lifts, half-drags Mytho down the aisle of the theatre towards the lobby doors. "Hang on, Mytho," says Fakir, and adds, under his breath, "Damn that Princess Tutu."
That just leaves Rue. At the moment Rue is sitting on Mytho's other side, wearing a certain expression, half-blank, half-smug, that particularly irritates Fakir. But Fakir's fairly sure Rue won't make a play for possession of Mytho this instant, with the entire Eleki Troupe watching, and she (Princess Tutu?) certainly can't find and return a heartshard this instant.
So Mytho is safe, for the moment, and Fakir can relax--
Mytho inhales sharply, tosses his head back. Fakir is on his feet even before his roommate starts screaming.
Fakir shouts something. It might be Mytho's name, but Fakir's listening too closely to Mytho's unbroken, breathless howl to hear what he says himself.
He does hear Rue say, "A shard's been returned."
"What?" Fakir snaps. That can't be right. Who found Mytho's heartshard when Rue's right here?
But it must be true. Nothing else could hurt him like that.
Fakir wraps his arm around Mytho's shoulder, pulls the other boy to himself. Mytho's trembling, his voice still raised in that awful cry, but he doesn't resist Fakir's touch.
(He never does, anyway.)
It's a bad one. A very bad one. Damn, damn, damn.
The whole room's in chaos, now, and Mr. Cat's pleading for calm. Fakir ignores him. He half-lifts, half-drags Mytho down the aisle of the theatre towards the lobby doors. "Hang on, Mytho," says Fakir, and adds, under his breath, "Damn that Princess Tutu."
