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"My Prince Is Still Here"
Next theme for the Fakir/Mytho 30_Kisses.
Title: My Prince Is Still Here
Pairing: Fakir/Mytho
Fandom: Princess Tutu
Theme: News; letter, #2
Disclaimer: I own no rights to this couple or fandom.
Title: My Prince Is Still Here
Pairing: Fakir/Mytho
Fandom: Princess Tutu
Theme: News; letter, #2
Disclaimer: I own no rights to this couple or fandom.
“I’m sorry, Fakir...”
I was so worried...
“You always tell me not to, but I do it anyway...”
I don’t care anymore... I’m just glad you’re safe...
“The baby bird... it couldn’t fly and was stranded in the middle of the road... I wanted to save it, so I went out onto the road and was hit...”
You always do such stupid things. Why do you care so much about everything?
“I couldn’t just leave it there to die, right, Fakir? I needed to save it.”
Idiot.
You will never know how scared I was back then.
“Um... Fakir-sempai... the Headmaster wants to see you. He says it’s urgent... it’s about Mytho-sama...”
After I heard that I ran.
I ran so fast, in no particular direction. I knew, I just knew that something bad had happened. You always get into accidents, but this time I wasn’t around to save you.
“Fakir-san! Calm down, I will take you to see Mytho!”
The Headmaster had finally caught me, running deliriously in every direction. He dragged me by the arm to the infirmary, and my heart started pounding. My mind was telling me to ask him questions, but my body needed to see you, touch you, make sure you were okay.
“Fakir-san... I’m afraid he’s badly hurt. He has a lot of scratches and bruises...”
But is he alive?
“He is conscious now, you may talk to him.”
And then I gasped. The nurse pulled back the white curtain, and there you were, lying in the infirmary bed, bandages binding your wounds, vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. And after you explain, you say...
“Do you forgive me, Fakir?”
... and I don’t know what to say. It was like my whole body and mind was turned off, and would only work once you promised me you’d never do something so stupid again, that you’d always obey my every command.
But, somehow, I know that it would never happen.
So, instead, I kiss you. If you could feel, I think you’d be surprised. This kiss is very different from the hungry and heated kisses I usually force upon you. My thin, ungentle lips brush against your full and pink mouth. While your hands lay limp on the sheets mine reach up to cup your bruised cheeks. I feel like crying, because I can actually feel you and know that you are alive.
And I start crying.
I don’t want to cry in such a public place, but I want you to see how much I care. I’m not sure you can tell, though. Can you?
I can feel you breathing inside my mouth, and I sigh.
My Prince is still here with me.
I was so worried...
“You always tell me not to, but I do it anyway...”
I don’t care anymore... I’m just glad you’re safe...
“The baby bird... it couldn’t fly and was stranded in the middle of the road... I wanted to save it, so I went out onto the road and was hit...”
You always do such stupid things. Why do you care so much about everything?
“I couldn’t just leave it there to die, right, Fakir? I needed to save it.”
Idiot.
You will never know how scared I was back then.
“Um... Fakir-sempai... the Headmaster wants to see you. He says it’s urgent... it’s about Mytho-sama...”
After I heard that I ran.
I ran so fast, in no particular direction. I knew, I just knew that something bad had happened. You always get into accidents, but this time I wasn’t around to save you.
“Fakir-san! Calm down, I will take you to see Mytho!”
The Headmaster had finally caught me, running deliriously in every direction. He dragged me by the arm to the infirmary, and my heart started pounding. My mind was telling me to ask him questions, but my body needed to see you, touch you, make sure you were okay.
“Fakir-san... I’m afraid he’s badly hurt. He has a lot of scratches and bruises...”
But is he alive?
“He is conscious now, you may talk to him.”
And then I gasped. The nurse pulled back the white curtain, and there you were, lying in the infirmary bed, bandages binding your wounds, vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. And after you explain, you say...
“Do you forgive me, Fakir?”
... and I don’t know what to say. It was like my whole body and mind was turned off, and would only work once you promised me you’d never do something so stupid again, that you’d always obey my every command.
But, somehow, I know that it would never happen.
So, instead, I kiss you. If you could feel, I think you’d be surprised. This kiss is very different from the hungry and heated kisses I usually force upon you. My thin, ungentle lips brush against your full and pink mouth. While your hands lay limp on the sheets mine reach up to cup your bruised cheeks. I feel like crying, because I can actually feel you and know that you are alive.
And I start crying.
I don’t want to cry in such a public place, but I want you to see how much I care. I’m not sure you can tell, though. Can you?
I can feel you breathing inside my mouth, and I sigh.
My Prince is still here with me.