Ohayo minnasan. This is animearlinefreak here with a new story and in a different category on This is my first idea for Princess Tutu and I hope you don't hate the idea.

Well here is the story and I'll take a shot. A small warning, the characters might be OOC, I'll try to keep them in check. And also, this story will probably be estimated to be five chapters long.

I don't own Princess Tutu and if I did, I would've made slight changes to the story line, especially the ending.

The Prince

Preview: This is my first Princess Tutu fic. I ever did, so bare with me! Ahiru is a girl who receives a prince porcelain doll from her grandfather, "Drosselmeyer." Ahiru loves her doll so much she wishes he was real. Her wish becomes true as she enters the world of fantasy as princess tutu. An evil cat named Mr. Cat tries to make Ahiru his, though will (Senor Mytho) the prince porcelain doll, let Mr. Cat steal his "love?"

Chapter One: The Gift

"Alright class that was good, and now we will watch a performance from the advance class." An oversized purple and white cat said to his dance class. He wore a black leotard underneath his white turtle neck that fit him snugly to his fur that was neatly slicked back. Lifting his paw, he began to bath himself.

From the looks of his attire, one could assume he was a teacher of the theatrical arts, but you'd be half correct. By observing his clothing closer, you'd realize he was a teacher for ballet. Yes, it's a little abnormal for an oversized cat teaching ballet to students in fact…bizarre, but if you ever were to take a peek when he was instructing his class, or sneak a peek at his "private dances," you'd know that he was one of the best.

"Uh…Mr. Cat, would any of us be graced with the privilege to perform with the advance class?" A large anteater asked through her snout.

Pausing in mid lick, Mr. Cat turned to the questioning student. "Why yes. Listen up class, I failed to mention this earlier but one of you will be selected to do a pas de deux with any one of the advance performers you choose, for the Christmas pageant tomorrow. Anyone interested in trying out, please raise your hand, or if you'd rather nominate a friend of yours, please do so."

Instantly, hands shot up for a chance of a lifetime. Only a few souls quietly declined the offer. Out of the handful, one was a girl with pinkish-orange hair braided all the way to her knees, sighed in dismay. Her azul colored eyes, roamed around to the many faces who eagerly raised their hands. Hanging her head down, she felt useless compared to her classmates and friends.

You see out of all Mr. Cat's pupils, only she was the black sheep of the crowd. Falling behind in her ballet steps and homework, she was a slow learner and found it difficult to follow everyone's pace. Well that and also how very absentminded at times she'd be, which would explain her reasoning for slipping so far behind, and being tardy on a day-to-day basics, usually resulting in her cleaning the entire ballet room by herself.

A girl with pink hair wrapped into a high bun, stared at her friend in concern.

"Ahiru what's wrong, being depressed isn't like you."

At the part mentioning sorrow, an ear perked up. Giggling in excitement, she launched her body onto the defenseless girl. Blond curly hair bounced from two pig tails on the girl's head. Squealing in glee, she shouted in the poor girl's ear who was still in fantasy world.

"Ahiru what's wrong, is it a boy? Oh if it is, then don't worry you will find true love eventually, if not…I'm still here for you." Chuckling at her own joke, she started to rub her head against Ahiru's. This for sure, brought her out of her daze.

"Quac-" A hand clasped her mouth shut as the pink haired girl glared daggers at the other girl.

"Lillie can't you see, Ahiru's down not because of some boy, she's upset about not being worthy for the part."

"Oh you poor thing, I know you can't to do it even if you tried a millions times in a row, you will never succeed!" Hugging the girl's body, Ahiru's complexion began to change.

"Uh…isn't that a bad thing?"

Lillie averted her green eyes to her pink haired friend. "I don't think so Pickee. Hey maybe we could nominate Ahiru to cheer her up."

They both nodded in unison as the suppressed girl managed to squeeze out of Pickee and Lillie's iron grip. Gasping for air, she breathed heavily as she glared at her friends. Standing, she stomped her foot as flames danced behind her.

"Look I don't want to be nominated because I stink so could we please ignore this-"

"Ahiru…I believe you have something to say to the class." Mr. Cat's eyes gleamed with interest.

Sweat dropping at having all eyes on her, she didn't expect Pickee and Lillie to butt in.

"Oh she just wanted to so badly enter the contest that she couldn't control herself." Pickee said.

"Yeah and you know how Ahiru is always jumping with enthusiasm. How kawaii is she? Lillie finished it off as she pinched poor Ahiru's cheeks.

"Pathetic, you actually think that she has a shot?"

All heads jerked to the side where a boy with long forest green hair and eyes, stood with his arms crossed. His black leotard shined with glory as everyone gasped at his arrival.

"F-Fakir! What graces your presents to be here?" Mr. Cat stuttered as his fur stood on end.

A smug smirk crept onto his visage. "I came to observe the contestants who I might be paired up with… His gaze shifted from Mr. Cat to Ahiru. "And here I find the worst candidate picked to have a chance to dance with me. Ha! Don't make me laugh." Pushing back a few green bangs from his eyes, he exited the room. Half the class swooned over his dramatic entrance and exit, daydreaming they could have chance to dance with Fakir.

As you can tell from the superior attitude, Fakir was one of the best dancers in Kinkan Academy. Along with Rue Kuroha, they were dubbed for the "perfect" grand pas de duex couple. Although rumors said that the two were dating, truthfully it was a mere lie.

Growling at his snobby attitude, Ahiru clenched her hands into tight fists as she suppressed her anger. "Grr…that guy. He didn't have to be rude." She huffed as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Miss Ahiru…"

The said girl flinched from her teacher's tone. Fearing for the famous proposal, she stiffened.

"Miss Ahiru, I admire your jubilation but the next time you do that again, I WILL NOT HESITATE TO HAVE YOU MARRY ME!"

"Oh don't worry Mr. Cat, Ahiru won't burst out with joy again promise." Both Pickee and Lillie shouted in unison.

His left eyebrow twitched at the once again let down of rejection. "GRR…MEOW!" He yelled as he bathed himself vigorously to deliberately ignore the anger building within him. The class sighed in satisfaction at the familiar scene before them. Soon after the advance class entered the room with the lead couple in front.

Later that day….

An exhausted Ahiru, Pickee, and Lillie walked outside of the academy to their dorms. Pickee and Lillie chanted aimlessly away as Ahiru remained silent and isolated from their conversation. A sigh escaped from her lips when her body bumped into another. Stumbling backwards, she tripped over a crack in the ground, thus landing hard on her butt.

Groaning from the impact, she muttered incoherent words that were at the tip of her tongue, when a chuckle interrupted her string of muttering.

"Idiot watch where your going bird brain."

A smirk and a pair of green eyes let Ahiru know who insulted her. Pulling herself up, her friends went around the corner, peeking on their friend's every move. Dusting herself off from invisible dust particles, she glared at the rude upper classman. Jutting out her index finger, she confronted him for his actions.

"Aren't you suppose to say, "Excuse me," instead of using hostile manners towards younger students?"

At this, Fakir turned his back to her. Lifting his chin up with the look of sophistication. Lowering his voice, he whispered something to the girl. "You should give up on ballet, it's pointless if you have no talent for it." With that, he strolled away with not a hint of remorse for the nearly heartbroken girl.

When he was clear out of hearing range, the two friends rushed over to their friend who was now crutched in an awkward position on the ground.

"Ahiru what's wrong, did he reject your feelings of love for him?" Lillie clasped her shoulder as Pickee patted her back.

"He doesn't understands what it means to me to do this."

Her words left her two friends into a whirl of confusion. Never had their ditzy friend so strangely, spoke out of contrast when they held a conversation. That statement frightened the two girls who held sympathy for their clumsy friend. Stroking her back, Pickee voiced an idea that popped into her head.

"Oh whatever happened back there, we could solve this by having a part-Oi where you going?"

Following in pursuit, the two feet being followed halted in their steps. A head hung to hide her tears, Ahiru whispered for them not to pursuit her, as she continued on with her long sluggish trek to the dorms.

The two who were left behind, stared with sorrow, at the depressed aura they sensed off of her. Lillie started to venture in Ahiru's direction when her steps stopped abruptly by Pickee. Grunting, she demanded to be released as Pickee shook her head, and dragged the blond in the opposite direction Ahiru took.

Once she felt the non-presence of her pestering friends breathing upon the nape of her neck, she burst into tears. The dam that helped obstructed her sorrow, erupted into torrents. Her pace increased as a new determination to reach the dorms before anyone else, breached. Faster and faster, she jogged until it turned it a frantic run. Anyone that she passed watched, as Ahiru ran, astonished at her speed.

It wasn't long when a massive turquoise house, with many windows came into her view. To the right, an identical house with the many windows, stood across from the other. In the very center, splitting the two complexes apart, was a white statue spouting water from the top of the fountain, to rapidly cascading to the bottom and up again.

Approaching the left home, two wooden doors were her ticket to enter the abode, she lived in for four years. Turning the gold knob to the right, she ventured into the dim lit, that was a shamed comparison, to the blazing sunlight outside. However, what greeted her at the door left her shocked and speechless.

There in front of her, floating in mid air, was a porcelain doll. It's pearly white skin, glistened in what little the light had offered it, as Ahiru stared in awe at the doll's beauty, forgetting her heart wrenching pain from earlier. Clad in a royal blue suit, small black round buttons, were sequined into the brilliant clothing, as a royal blue cloak with white trim, loosely draped over it's shoulders. At his hip, he possessed a sword with a funny looking design at the handle, one she didn't recognize.

On it's face a humble, not an arrogant smile, graced his countenance. Ahiru smiled at that, glad that he had pleasant one, instead a snobby one she too accustomed to. Two golden orbs stared up at the girl who blushed at the intensity they held. Extending her hand, she brushed her hand through his silver locks that felt smooth to her touch. In the center of his head was a crown filled with jewels.

"You like it, I take it?"

Instantly, she flinched at the sudden the noise. The person who spoke, came out of the shadows to greet Ahiru. Her face lit with joy seeing who exactly was her company.

"Grandpa Drosselmeyer!" Ahiru shrieked as she glomped her grandfather. He laughed at his granddaughter's usual behavior when his eyes caught the tear streaked face.

"What's my lovely granddaughter doing crying?"

Sniffing, she wiped her tears away as she shook her head. "N-Nothing grandpa. Is that doll for me?"

Shifting his eyes to the doll in his hand, he gave it to Ahiru. "Why yes. I figured since I never have the chance to see you because of my hectic schedule, I thought I should drop by and give my granddaughter her Christmas present early." Smirking at the delight in her face, he went to living room and took a seat in the rocking chair.

"I see you taken a quite fondness of it already."

Averting her eyes from the doll to Drosselmeyer she nodded. "Yes, he's so dashing but so

distinguishing from any other doll I've seen. Did you make him for me?"

The old man laughed as the rocking chair rocked back and forth. "Why of course not dear. In fact, there is a story behind his existence." Raising left hand, he beckoned his granddaughter to join him. "Come child, I will tell you the story of the prince you are cradling in your very arms."

Leaning back in his chair, he reached into his pocket producing a pipe, tobacco, and a lighter. Holding the pipe in his left hand, and the lighter in the other, he filled the pipe with just enough tobacco as he flickered a single flame from his lighter, igniting the tobacco into a cloud of smoke. Placing the pipe to his lips, he inhaled deeply the intoxicating smoke for a few seconds, as he exhaled creating puffs of smokes in the atmosphere.

It was rare to have the pleasure to have the company of her grandfather over since he was always busy what with working in his toy shop, or going over seas to discuss business with other companies. But every time he made time, Ahiru was happy. You see Drosselmeyer was her only family she had alive ever since that accident years ago when she was eight.

Back to the present…

"That doll in your hands isn't just an ordinary doll, it is actually a Prince of the Sugar Plums named Senor Mytho. You see it was a long time ago, when the Prince was in a dangerous battle between a fearsome enemy that went on for many years. But aside from the sadden part of the story, he did fall in love with the enemy's princess who went by Princess Tutu, who too fell for the handsome prince.

"Although she was the enemy's fiancé, it was an arranged marriage before her birth, but that didn't mean she'd fall for him, no. Her heart was partaken by the dashing prince that was her fiancé's foe, which thus made her fiancé grew with malicious jealously. Calling upon wicked sorcery to give him the strength to destroy Senor Mytho, he conjured up a spell to split the to lovers apart by transforming the poor prince into a porcelain doll, and enchanted his bride to dance and dance for all eternity."

Finishing his story, he saw droplets of clear liquid roll down her face. Raising from the rocker, he asked what was bothering her. Wiping her tears for the second time that day, she plastered a smile on her face, shrouding her frown from beneath.

"No I'm not crying because of what happened earlier. I'm crying because of his fate. He didn't end up with the person he loved and had his soul trapped into this porcelain body. It's unfair."

Abandoning his pipe on the ground, he wrapped his arms around his granddaughter in an embrace. His flamboyant frock coat, engulfed the child in colors of dark red and shades of green. Craning his neck to the window, he noticed it was getting late from the horizon. He was expected to be meeting with the president of Toys Industry at seven.

Pulling himself out of their hug, he placed his right hand on Ahiru's forehead, he began murmuring some words that she couldn't make out as she started to feel dizzy. Soon she was fast asleep near the Christmas tree that was the most brightened room in the entire dorm rooms. Kissing her cheek, he grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the couch for the girl, as placed the prince in her arms.

Smiling in satisfaction, he left a note for anyone who would happen to enter into the living room, to not disturb her. As Dosselmeyer was heading for the front door, he looked back at his only family he had.

"Sweet dreams my dear Ahiru, I hope this brings you cheer in your life." Laughing, he exited the house.

Tightening her grip on the doll, the pinkish orange haired girl, whispered for the prince to be "real," everything soon started to swirl and twirl, spiraling into a dimension none could imagine was possible.

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Well I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, because it was little hard to think of, so I hope you at least find it satisfying for reading interest. I'll be up with the next chapter by this week. Because is right around the corner and other stories I have to do as well too.

Be on the look out for the second chapter called, "The Transforming."

Till next time See Yah!

Oh and if anyone is fans of Fakir I apologize for making him so crude to Ahiru, but I needed him to be in this story, and I too am a Fakir fan. Next Christmas, I will be making a Fakir/Ahiru pairing that's a fact. Along with others. My only hope is that I hope to inspire more people to write more of Ahiru/Senor Mytho pairings. That is my favorite pairing, forget Rue.

Bye!