My, Dark that is(yay for shared accounts), first Princess Tutu drabble. I also have this posted on my deviantart account (username is storykeeper). I'd love reviews! I'd really like to know if I keep them in character.

Disclaimer: If I owned Princess Tutu, then there'd be an OVA where Ahiru and Fakir get their (real) happy ending. As far as I know there isn't one, so no I don't own it.


Rain.

It rushed down her skin and made her grey uniform cling to her. She didn't seem to notice the waterfall around her. No, she was too immersed in her dance.

And dance she did with a surprising amount of grace. Her eyes were closed as if she was dreaming, but the rest of her was focused, determined. She danced with her heart. She danced with the rain.

Feeling courageous, she lifted herself up and put her weight on her toes. A bright smile lit her face. En Pointe.

"Moron, you're going to catch a cold doing that."

Caught by surprise, she slipped and fell to the ground with a splash.

"Jerk", she mutteredas she glared at the dark haired boy holding an umbrella. He walked over to her and pulled her up.

"How long have you been out here?" Only those that knew him well would hear the concern in his tone.

"A while, dancing in the rain is fun", she replied cheerfully.

"Whatever", he said in slight annoyance before he started to walk away. He got about a yard, and then said, "Don't just stand there."

She blinked a few times before running to catch up with him.