Like any other fan, I do not own Princess tutu sob
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was like no ordinary girl. She was, rather, a duck. Destined never to be with her love, for if she were to admit her love to him, she would vanish into a sparkel of light. All she could do for her love was return the pieces of his lost heart to him. But, It was not all easy along the way...
She met a knight who despised her very existence. He would constantly try to stop her but so how, every time, he miraculously failed. She never quit. One day, it came to where the knight and the girl would have to team up to save the prince from the raven's daughter, Princess Kraehe. It was also here, where the two began their friendship.
Even though they were friends, the knight still acted very rude in public, but the girl did not mind. The knight was the only one she could run to for help since he knew everything about her, including the duck part. Day's went by, and with no way to save the prince, The girl discovered the knights secret: he was actually a spinner, one who could write stories and they became reality. This was one seceret the knight had suppressed for a long time for it was his powers that caused the death of his parents. Scared to write again, he refused. However, the time came where he knew there was no other choice than to write. So the knight threw away his sword, replacing it for a pen.
The knight noticed that he could never think of anything to write, except when he thought of how the girl felt. In that instance, his body moved naturally, as if it were his own words...
The knight who had thrown away his sword and the girl displayed tremendous courage in order to help the story end. However, when it all ended, the girl who had danced so beautifully before, was now trapped as a duck forever, and the boy promised to stay forever by her side as he continued down his true fate as a writer. The story as they knew it, was over...
Or was it...?
Chapter 1: the kidnapping
Darkness...nothing but the darkness surrounded them...that was all they could see...and they could see nothing. Then, they felt something shake. They felt it again, only stronger this time. Finally, they heard a dim voice.
"How long are you planning on sleeping on my head, you dumb duck? You're making it hard for me to write." The young boy said staring at the yellow bird on his head.
"Qua--?" The bird opened her eyes. "Quack!" (Fakir!)
Fakir stared at the duck. "Next time, don't fall asleep in the lake like that, idiot." He placed the duck on his side.
"Quack quack quack quack!" (well it wouldn't be so easy if there was stuff to do!)
Fakir stared at the duck with a disgusted look and simply said "I still can't understand you..."
The duck just growled at him. She even bit his leg.
"YOWCH! What was that for you ungrateful little--" The duck was already swimming in the lake. "Okay, but if you fall asleep, we'll see who'll save you then!" he taunted her, but she didn't listen. He smiled behind her back "I'm never going to understand what's going on in that bird sized brain of hers..."
The duck dived her head and ate a tiny fish. She wasn't big enough to eat, let alone catch a big fish. She turned around to see Fakir was writing. "He's been going at it for two days straight. I wonder just what is he writing?"
She had looked at some of his papers before, but she couldn't understand them. I mean after all, the school in the story world only taught ballet. It had a library for interest hobbies, but reading wasn't enforced.
"I really wish I learned how to read..." She moped around all the time. She would entertain herself while he wrote busily, sometimes, he was so caught up in writing, he forgot to sleep, eat, bathe, or anything! The record he set without any meals or sleep was five days. Ahiru thought he was getting sleep until one night she actually jumped on the desk and saw huge dark rings under his eyes. She literally forced him away from his desk, and the very instant he got out of his seat, he passed out on the floor.
She spent her time covering him up, and she went out and caught him some food. Of course three days later he got really sick. She yelled at him for being clumzy. She thought of him like a brother to her.
But, Fakir on the other hand, was debating how he felt about her. He saw her as a good friend, but he felt much differently around her. He could have every person he ever knew around him, but if she was not there, he felt like something was missing.
He wrote and wrote. He didn't even think about what he wrote, he just let the words flow on paper. However, he found his stories missing something. That's just the way it was for him. He could either write stories that felt incomplete, or nothing would come to mind. Without even noticing, he fell asleep.
Fakir was awoken by a large Quack in his ear. "What'd you do that for, idiot!" He looked down to see the duck in tears. At first he was confused but it didn't take him long to catch on. The was a sharp pain in his right hand...his writing hand. He looked down to see his index finger was covered in blood. He had somehow punctured it. "Just great." He thought aloud. He picked up Ahiru and his papers and headed home. "Better get this treated before it gets infected."
They got to a small wooden cottage, Fakir had built it by the lake in order to stay closer to Ahiru. The was no electricy in his home, but there was candles. Ahiru liked how he gave up the easier way of life to be with her. Inside, he went to a medicine cabinet and wrapped his hand. "Well...we've had quiet the day...what'd you say we wrap the day up?" He said. Fakir fixed soup for dinner and gave crackers to Ahiru. (he'd also given up all bird foods. Like chicken and eggs.) He found himself awake at his desk at 2:00 A.M. in the morning.
Not that the thought of sleep walking scared him, it was what he found. He found a stack of papers written on his desk...not written in ink, but with his hand. He glared at his finger that had gotten cut earlier, and he noticed the wound had gotten deeper and wider. He quickly left the house and lit a candle he read it quietly aloud...
There was once a duck who would spend days by the lake endlessly.
"A duck!" He thought. He also noticed it was in his hand writing...in a trance for a moment, he knew what ever he wrote would defendantly come true.
And with his duck there was a boy who always was with her. To him the duck was more than a pet...it was family.
He clenched the paper tightly as he read on and on about how their life was now, written in the crimson-brown lettering. Then he reached what was to come...
Little did they know that their was another watching the duck and the boy. They were hidden in a place where the boy could not save the duck. One day, the darkness swooped down from the person taking the duck with it. The boy searched endlessly to find her, but he couldn't find her. One day, he met the person who kidnapped the duck and they revealed that they had made her a real human girl, but it was only to prolong her suffering. The boy couldn't catch the person for they became a shadow and disappeared...
The story ended right there. Fakir stood there, paper clutched tight in his fist, cold sweat running down his face, his eyes weren't their normal jade green but had gone to a shock grey as he gasped for air. He ripped the paper up and burned it with the candle then buried the ashes and the candle. "N-Never..."He managed to say, his eyes were still in shock and the sweat was still running down his face.
He went inside to see Ahiru sound asleep. His face didn't seem to carry an emotion on it...he wasn't shocked, wasn't happy, he was just standing there with a soild face. He tried to get to is bed in one piece but he collapsed before making it there. This woke Ahiru up.
"QUACK!" (What!) She looked down to see Fakir on the ground. She shook him, that didn't work. She quacked at him, that didn't work either. So she placed a small quilt on Fakir and snuggled up beside him.
"Help!"
"Hmm...?" Fakir opened his eyes, he saw Ahiru next to him and he walked outside. "Hello?" he saw that it was extremely misty outside.
"Help me! Please!"
"Who's there?" Fakir questioned in the open air. "Where are you?"
"Fakir? Fakir! Please help me!"
Fakir froze up. What was going on? Who was calling him? How did they now him?
"Fak--" Their voice was cut off.
"Please... calling for help won't do you much good..." A different voice said. This one didn't sound so gentle, it sound rough and evil.
"W-who's there? Who do you have with you? What do you want!" Fakir yelled up in the sky, the mist began to clear, slowly, very slowly...
"Now, now...you'll see me with time...but still..heh heh..thanks for the little duck..." The voice said.
"Ahiru?" Fakir ran inside to see her gone. He ran abruptly outside. "GIVE HER BACK!"
"Tsk,tsk..I can't do that...you see, I need her assistance to get what I want. I guess after I get what I want I could toy around with her until she dies." The voice said.
"You wouldn't--" Fakir stood in shock again. He couldn't move at all.
"Oh don't worry...I'll at least be nice enough to send you a postcard..." Her voice faded away...just like the mist.
"D-D--Du..." He couldn't even finish the sentence when suddenly he felt something on his shoulder. He woke to find Charon and Ahiru by his shoulder. He abruptly noticed he was covered in cold sweats, to make matters worst, he couldn't even talk.
"Fakir, are you okay!" Charon asked, patting the shocked Fakir on the back. "Ahiru came running into my shop like a tornado was going to hit, so I came to check up on you. What happened?"
Fakir desperately wanted to tell them of his dream but his tounge swelled up and his throat croaked. Charon told him to lie down and rest. He also said that Fakir had lost some weight and maybe that's why he was having nightmares. He went in the kitchen and fixed him some toast and tea. When they came out, they saw Fakir in a peaceful sleep.
"Maybe we shouldn't wake him..." Charon whispered to Ahiru. They both headed outside and sighed. "Seriously, what is going on? Fakir hasn't had dreams like that in quiet some time..."
"QUUUAACK!" (You mean it's happened before?)
"Yep..Fakir had just come under my wing and he couldn't sleep for a week, and he would only eat bread with some sort of spread on it...matter of a fact, I think it was two weeks when he finally said something." Charon thought about it.
Fakir suddenly opened the door as if there was a fire in it. He looked to the side and saw Ahiru. He took a quiet sigh of relief then slumpt down to the ground with the two of them.
"Fakir, are you sure you're okay to be walking around like that?" Charon asked him in a upright position. "You don't need to strain yourself, we can go inside if you like."
"Okay..that...would be..."He passed out almost immediately. The comfort of knowing Charon would protect Ahiru while he slept helped him sleep. (matter of a fact, the reason he woke up was because it was quiet.)
He woke up with what seemed ages later. Charon and Ahiru were sitting at a table. They were reading some of the books Fakir had stored for entertainment. "Agghh..my neck..." Fakir rubbed his neck in an attempt to loosen the muscles.
"Looks like our little dreamer is awake." Charon said. He brought Fakir some food that he ate. Ahiru took the chance to sit right by him. He ate his dinner while Charon asked him some questions. Not just about his dream, but how Fakir was doing. He was his step father after all...
Fakir still found himself unable to tell them about the dream. Something about it just made him freeze up.
The next day, Charon was heading to his shop in the village. Sadly enough however...
"Eh? Hmm..It's suddenly dark outside..." Charon said as he stepped out the door.
"What?" Fakir ran outside. There, they sky appeared to attack. But it wasn't the sky...it was a flock of Ravens.
"AAAAHHH!" Fakir blocked the pain of their talons that seemed to carve at every inch of skin he had. He also blocked the pain of the memory that had been stirred in him.
"Don't worry Fakir! I'll save you! You and Charon!" A voice said not too far away. He opened his eyes to find Princess tutu.
"Prince...ss..tu..tu...?" Fakir glared for a moment only to so see that she was still a duck. He held eye contact on her as she guarded his body with her tiny duck form. She was beaten so hard in protecting him, it would have killed a normal duck. But not her...she stood up for her true friend. The one she had always been able to go to for comfort.
"Ahiru..." Fakir's voice was like a whisper. He noticed this and yelled as strong as he could "...Ahiru!" The ravens fled and Ahiru was lying on the ground.
Fakir ran up to her. His arms reached out to her and grasped her as if he was never going to hold her again. "Ahiru...are you...are you okay!"
Ahiru simply nodded, even though she was in terrible condition.
Fakir smiled a pretty weak smile. "Idiot."
Charon got back up. "Where did those things come from?" He rubbed the back of his head.
"I don't know," Fakir stated standing up with Ahiru in his arms, "But they'll be back..."
"Well...In that case..." Charon picked up his bag. "you best stay with me for a little bit."
"What do you think Ahiru?" He stared down at Ahiru who gently nodded in agreement.
"Very well..Just let me get a few things and well be on our way.." Fakir let Charon hold on to Ahiru. He limped his way inside and grabbed paper,his inkwell,his quill, a bird feeding tray that Ahiru shared with every bird that came by, and the bag of bird seeds. He got a basket to carry it all in and then he grabbed some bandages. He went outside and dropped the basket. Charon was on the ground and Ahiru was no where to be found.
Fakir found a letter in Charon's hand and it read clearly...
Dearest Fakir,
Hello there, Fakir...I would love to congratulate you on your stupidity. I am the every essence of darkness in the stories of the world. I have decided to take your beloved duck to an area with me. But don't worry...she'll be safe...for now. I find her 'seceret' rather attracting. So don't worry about her..she'll be in good hands..for now...Why? Well...wouldn't you like to know...
Fakir slumped to the ground with disbelief. She was gone. Gone. He was warned, yet he did nothing. He still could not protect those he cared for...
Meanwhile..
Deep in the depths of the forest a cat and a butterfly were playing around when a light flash overcame them. When all was settled, in place of them were two young girls.
"Well...we did it in one piece.."One said.
"But we just got these bodies...it's going to take some getting used to.."the second one stated in the shadows.
Me: Pheeww...that was tough..looks at Fakir
Fakir:...to shocked to say anything
Me: I think I better write the next chapter so I don't leave him like this...