I am not alone
By princess ahiru
Disclaimer- I don't own Princess Tutu!
Chapter One
I was tired. So tired I wanted to drop down on the floor and sleep. But I felt safe; Fakir was carrying me to my basket. Yes, I slept in a basket. Don't complain! I'm not a dog that sleeps beside his master. I'm just a duck. Duck. That's my name.
I felt safe in his arms. We were halfway there when it happened. I wished for something in my sleep. I was pretty sure it wouldn't happen, but who knows? The thing is, it didn't come true for a while.
I wanted to stay a duck. I felt much more protected. And Fakir liked me this way. He actually liked me like this. My real form. He never tried to like anything. I was his obsession. I always came first, even before his own safety.
Yes, I definitely wanted to stay a duck. Forever. But forever, isn't forever.
I made that wish when I was tired, clueless. Surely you've done that before? Well, anyway, I had been put to bed that night and time went by. Fakir and I had good and bad times, mostly good, of course, and several years passed, three exactly. That's when it happened.
I was once again being carried in Fakir's arms. We had moved to a new home, and he was tired too. He had been enrolled in a new school several days ago. I was pretty sure he was already popular with the girls.
Oh, carrying on, we were walking down the long corridor when it happened. The thing I most wanted to happen, and yet, the thing I least wanted to happen. My body was caressed by gentle warmth. The lights shined against my yellow feathers. Fakir seemed just as surprised as me.
"What the"- he started to say but the whole corridor was filled with light. After what seemed like hours, the light faded, and I could feel Fakir struggling to hold me up. I had gotten heavier, and Fakir nearly dropped me.
"You're so heavy!" he said, not realizing what had happened. I just continued staring at my wings, or what had been my wings.
"Hands!" I whispered. "And feet, and hair! Fakir, I'm a human again!"
"What!" he yelped, dropping me, tomato red but not daring to look away. "Make sure this isn't a dream!"
Pinching myself to make sure, I realized it wasn't and I yelped also. Looking down, I yelped again and bolted up on my feet. Noticing Fakir was still trying to make sure it wasn't a dream, I whined and covered my body, which had oddly grown.
"Fakir-san! Get me clothes!" I complained, hiding into a corner where shadows covered me except for my face. "In fact, get me a shower, I feel filthy!"
"Uh," he stammered. "Okay, hurry before Charon sees you! He'll get terrified to see I brought home a naked girl!" He seemed just as scared as me, and I let him pick me up and rush me toward the bathroom in his room.
"Here, I saved you're clothes," Fakir said, setting me down but looking away quickly. "There in my closet." Blushing, he left me in his room and shut the door behind him. It then got quiet.
Feeling a little uncomfortable that I was fully naked, I squealed and ran into the bathroom. I then got relaxed once I had fiddled with the knobs and stepped into the shower. I had spent my time in filthy cold lake water and warm, ticklish water was like heaven right now.
"But where will I sleep?" I said, rinsing my hair of conditioner. Apparently, Fakir prepared for this day…
Walking by the mirror, I suddenly stopped and gazed at my reflection. No longer silly looking, but elegant and graceful. I sighed. "I'll always be a klutz," realizing my looks didn't change my personality.
My hips had curved and my chest was way larger than before. I wasn't flat chested anymore. Now I looked very mature and beautiful. My shoulders became more…well, I don't know the word for it, and my legs and arms were long and slim. My stomach didn't have one bit of extra fat, all muscle, and my lips were fuller.
My eyes became much larger, bluer, and they were surrounded by thick and long pitch-black eyelashes. My hair was no longer in a braid, but down and up to my waist. A flock a hair, sort of like Princess Tutu's hair, framed my face dramatically. But what I found strange was that my hair had also changed slightly in color. My hair was still auburn, but at the ends of my hair, right around near the middle of my back, it faded away to a whitish color. I was more like Tutu than ever now.
I looked at my hands. Soft, and creamy, and slim too. I had changed a whole lot in three years. My hair got silkier, and my body changed in many ways. I had definitely grown up, and I was freakishly beautiful. I was never like this. Would I once again to school? Did I get better at ballet?
Who knew? But then I realized Fakir was calling me, so I yelled, "Just a minute," and I quickly got dressed, leaving my reflection behind in the mirror.
Sorry this chapter was so short! Btu still, I'm nearly ready to upload chapter 2! So, just wait a day or two!
