Disclaimer: I do not own Princess tutu...*sniffle*, saying that makes me wanna cry...
I don't know why, but, while reading some other fan fictions, I got a sudden urge to start writing...and so here I am.
Chapter 1: Disappearance
On his bed, Fakir stared at the ceiling. He was wearing a simple set of shorts and a shirt with a torn sleeve.
"Qua-" a small yellow bundle of feathers sighed on the pillow beside him. His green eyes softened as he looked at her.
'We really shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed,' he shook his head softly before a scowl formed, 'Not that it matters now...'
A memory shoved it's way into his mind, causing his fists to clench.
Ahiru looked down, "I'll turn back into a regular old duck then, won't I? I won't be able to study ballet with everyone..."
"Isn't that alright?" he asked as they continued to dance, "That's the real you. Even if that does happen, I'll always stay by your side."
"...even if that does happen..." he whispered to himself, his bangs hiding his expression. He pushed himself off the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping duck, and silently exited the room.
From the covered window, there suddenly came a tapping.
"Qua-quack?" Ahiru slowly raised her head from beneath her wing. As the tapping came again, she shook herself awake and looked over to the window, 'What could be tapping on the window? A bird?'
She hopped of the bed with a flap of her wings and walked over to stand below the window. The tapping came once again, just a little louder this time. Bracing herself, Ahiru jumped up and flapped until she reached the small ledge. She used her beak to push up the curtains so she could look out the window.
It was a beautiful morning outside, but there was nothing outside the window, 'How odd...'
She pulled back out from under the curtain, and was about to hop off onto the floor when the tapping came again. Blinking, she pushed her head back under the curtains. There was still nothing out of the ordinary.
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Fakir was sitting in the kitchen. A quill in one hand as he scowled in frustration at a blank paper.
'What can I write? The town seems to be doing well by itself now,' he pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand, 'It's been nearly a year since Drosselmyer lost control of Kinkin.'
Ahiru's smiling face appeared in his mind. Not the duck Ahiru, the girl Ahiru. He bit his lip painfully.
...
"Qua!" Ahiru struggled with the latch on the window. After a moment she managed to unlock it and flip the window open.
"Quack?" she stepped forward and looked around, 'Still nothing-"
The forgotten window returned to it's original placement, shoving Ahiru forward.
"Quaaaaaaak!" she was sent rolling forward and off the side of the building. She managed to catch herself before she hit the ground by flapping her wings.
"Qua," she sighed in relief as she landed safely on her feet, 'That was scary."
The sound of footsteps caught her attention, and she turned to see a lone figure walking down the street. Her eyes grew wide as she took in his white hair.
'Mytho?!' his back was turned from her, but he definitely looked like the Mytho she knew. He was wearing an ordinary brown cloak that billowed out behind him as he began to vanish into the mist.
'Wait! Mytho!' she chased after him, soon vanishing into the mist as well.
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Fakir, unknowing of the events that had just transpired outside, continued to glare at the blank sheet of paper.
'She wants to be human, I know that,' he shut his eyes tightly, 'She deserves that much, doesn't she? And I-'
Pushing himself away from the table, he walked back up the stairs to his room. The first thing he noticed was that Ahiru was no longer sleeping on his bed. With a shake of his head, he quickly took the opportunity to change into some proper clothing.
...
Now wearing trousers, shoes, and a less torn shirt, he looked around the house, "Ahiru?"
...
His face showing his worry, Fakir stepped outside the shop, "Ahiru!"
Only the quiet tweeting of birds answered his call.
'She didn't go to lake by herself, did she? Why would she do that?!' he took off down the street. Going the opposite way from the direction Ahiru had followed the white haired boy.
"Moron, what are you thinking?!" he growled under his breath as he ran.
To be continued...
I blame plot bunnies...it's all their fault...Please review!