Unfortunately... Almost a full month later we still have a few MIA Secret Santas. So I volunteered to help fill in. I've now played replacement gifter for two of the people without gifts. I'm going ahead and posting them, because, well, I can.
This was created for lira-kraunik.
This one is set post series.
Written as the accompaniment to this: http://elfgrove .deviantart .com/art/PT-SS-2007-Swing-75179817 (You'll need to remove the spaces prior to each '.' to make the URL work.)
Princess Tutu is copyright (c) Ikuko Itoh, Junichi Sato, GANSIS, and ADV.
Swing
It was a warm summer day. The sun was shining, flowers were in bloom, and not a single cloud shadowed the sky.
If I hadn't been one of the ones to help end it all, I never would have believed... that only a short year ago... the final battle against the Monster Raven had occurred within this walled town. It had been Kinkan Town then. But, once the stories had been mended, it wasn't that. Drosselmeyer had written them all into a shadow of reality. A facsimile of one of the last walled cities of Germany, Nordlingen.
So hard to believe. Somehow... By some incomprehensible miracle I was able to fix the story of every single person in Kinkan Town and merge us back into Nordlingen. Only Autor and I remember now. Remember everything that happened. What came before, the final battle, the months we spent repairing everything. No one else remembers Kinkan Town. But there still exists a school, the Gold Crown Academy for the Arts, and one little ballerina student there. Hah. One little joke of a ballerina, with flame colored hair and eyes the color of the deepest lake.
Autor agreed I deserved one piece of happiness after everything. Helped me plan the outline for the story that made her human again. She's still clumsy, and too optimistic, and we always argue... But she's here. With me. And she doesn't have to deal with any of the horrible memories of the time inside Kinkan Town. And I think, she might even be starting to love me back. Without the memories of Mytho to compare me against. And, I suppose, I have been pretty stubborn about staying by her side. But I promised.
I caught the ropes of the swing, forcing it to stop. "Skipping classes again Ahiru?"
"The teacher was being really mean to me again today!"
"It's because you're not improving fast enough moron."
"You don't have to rub it in!"
"I could give you private lessons again."
"No way! Do you know how humiliating it is to have someone from the literature track teaching me ballet?!"
"I guess not. But it's so fun."
This is a one-shot. Please don't ask me to continue.