A/N: A drabble I'd written a while ago to test a somewhat unusual pairing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu.
Warnings: A sort of post-canon setting with the main pairing of Fakir/Freya.
On the Eve of the Fire Festival
By: Nuit Songeur
Everyone was getting ready, slipping into costume and applying copious amounts of makeup. There was an autumn chill in the air that made the students of Goldcrown Academy giddy with excitement. Promises of a warm, inviting bonfire and also the air of mystery in finding the perfect dancing partner. Some already had theirs picked out. While others were still waiting for "the one."
For one girl, she went through the motions of preparation with muted anticipation. She was one of those that did not have a partner. Yet.
Who was she kidding? She wasn't going to get a partner anyways.
All the same, she couldn't dispel her enthusiasm for the event: the illustrious Fire Festival.
But no one would dance with her… the loner ballet student that found companionship among flowers rather than those of her own species.
When it was dark and everyone had gathered, she stood on the outskirts of the crowd watching all the dances contently, having accepted the fact that she wouldn't have a partner. Maybe there just wasn't a partner for her. She'd rejected the last suitor, a presumptuous ballet student who thought himself as some sort of princely figure.
She sighed, the firelight twinkling in contrast to her pale white dress with some conservative ruffles. When she had almost made her mind up to leave, she felt a small, timid tap on her shoulder. Turning, she discovered it to be another male student of the Academy. One of those dark, mysterious, and quite handsome types.
"Freya?" he said, slightly stammering. "Would you have this dance with me." He held out his hand toward her. She looked at it, bewildered, and then reached for it.
"Yes, Fakir," she affirmed, smiling. "I most certainly will."
There you are! I hope you enjoyed it! Please review! More PT fanfic coming soon!
-NuitSongeur
