Jealous Much?

I don't own Tutu in any way, cause if I did, there would be another season.

Mytho was dancing. This dancing is so much more different than what he use to dance, the girls whispered while they spy on him. It's darker, almost scary. Mytho's hands where shaped like claws, his eyes were narrow and glaring at everything that they fell upon. He leaped in the air, landed, and spun to give the group of girls a harsh glare that sent them all running away from the large glass window.

'Pathetic,' the crow prince thought to himself. How sad is it that he can't even practice without girls stalking him? He rolled his eyes and was about to continue dancing, but a flash of orange and green caught his eye.

There, walking along the paths of the school, was Fakir and Ahiru. Mytho was slightly surprised. Why the hell would Fakir take the time to walk with that annoying girl? He knew that the two of them were sort of working together to get the raven blood out of him, but he had no idea that they had actually formed a friendship.

And if its more that a friendship? A small voice whispered in Mytho's mind. Mytho's eyebrows came together and he walked closer to the window to get a better view.

'It's nothing,' Mytho told himself. 'There's no way that Fakir would want a girl like her . . . right?'

Well she is pretty cute.

Mytho growled and wished the voice would shut up. He noticed how Fakir and Ahiru were actually standing quite close to each other, much too close for Mytho's liking.

Ahiru tripped slightly, but Fakir caught her easily. The girl laughed while rubbing the back of her head, probably thanking and apologizing to Fakir. Mytho didn't like how Fakir's hand still held her arm gently even though she was alright now.

Aren't they just the cutest little couple?

'Shut the hell up!' Mytho snapped at the voice. His hand had balled up into tight fists and they were shaking.

Ahiru seemed to be talking to Fakir now. She had a slight smile on her lips as she spoke, looking into his eyes. Fakir looked surprised by her unheard words for a seond, but he smiled at her and nodded his head.

He smiled at her.

'Shut up!'

How often is it that Fakir smiles again?

'Shut the fuck up!'

He has hardly ever giving you an amused smirk, but he smiled at her.

"Shut up!" Mytho cried a loud. He grabbed his head with one hand, and clawed at her heart with the other.

"Fakir. . ." the small voice of the kind prince said as he leaned heavily against the wall. He looked out the window again, this time seeing Fakir and Ahiru walking away together.

.

"So let me get this straight," Fakir said. "You think that Mytho will get jealous?"

"Yep!" Ahiru said brightly. Fakir only looked at her.

"Did you hit your head too hard?"

"No I did not you jerk! I really think it will work!" Ahiru huffed.

"Mytho would not get jealous because I spend time with you, Ahiru. I've known him for years, but I doubt that he would ever gain strong feelings for me."

"I'm the one who returned his feelings to him, remember? I sort of saw who he felt those feelings for. He thought that Rue was cute, always playing boyfriend-girlfriend with him and all, but that's all he felt for her. I saw that he loves you when I returned the heart shard of love."

"Tutu did all that and he could feel brotherly love for me for all we know," Fakir argued.

"No!" Ahiru was losing her temper. "He loves you! He really loves you! It's not brotherly, or friendship love, it's real love!"

"Would you shut up!" Fakir was bright red and people were staring at them with interest. By tomorrow, everyone would be talking about the mystery boy who loves Fakir.

"Just try it, please?" Fakir tried to look away before she gave him that cute look, but it was too late.

"Fine."