You've never seen Princess Tutu like this! Life trapped between two guys isn't always what it's worked up to be...Even in fairytales life can suck... No matter what the case is...

Well, I hope you enjoy this random oneshot... It may seem a little OOC, but think of it like this... You'd act different if you were caught in this situation!!!!

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A calming tune filled the room with its flutes and violins. A singles girl twirled in its glory, being surrounded by the enchanting sound.

"Mute..." she managed to mutter. She thrust her left leg in the air, sweat covered her like a second skin.

"Fakir..." she bitterly stated. She, talking about Ahiru, had been caught between the two. Her heart being torn down the middle in their cruel games.

Ahiru came to a stopping point as the music faded. Her red hair frizzed out, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Lately, the little girl had been practicing much more intensely. She needed to get better, she was falling behind in dance class.

Ahiru took her ballet shoes off, stretching her toes, sigh she thought aloud, "What do you two want from me?" She hated her voice, as it echoed thought the room, she sounded so much like a damned duck!

"I just want to hold you." Two arms embraced her from behind. "Quack!" Ahiru slammed two hands upon her mouth.

Her necklace's charms glowed a red hue as she transformed to her true from.

A plain duck.

Ahiru just stared up at Fakir, eyes big with wonder and compassion, as he gathered the duck and her clothes in his arms.

The two came to a sink. Fakir turned the water on, getting a handful of the cool liquid.

Ahiru stood with her clothes in her feathered wings. Fakir...

Fakir splashed the water over her small, bird form. He then shot around, not to watch as she formed back to her human self. She would of course be nude, causing him to lightly blush at the thought.

"I'm dressed..." Ahiru softly placed a hand on his shoulder.

Fakir snatched her wrist in his palm, spinning around to slide a his other hand around her waist. He pulled her close, feeling her shiver under his warm, harsh breathe.

"Fa-" Fakir's lips consumed Ahiru's in a toe-numbing kiss. Ahiru's eyes were shot open in shock.

Slowly, but ever so sweetly, Ahiru closed her eyes savoring the kiss, leaning into it. Fakir lazily looked at her and removed his form from within her arms.

He traced his thumbs over her moist lips. And with that he took his leave, silently closing the bathroom door behind him.

The air around Ahiru was bitter-sweet. She leaned against the sink, water still running.

Ahiru looked at her reflection in the mirror, splashing more water on her face, leaving a shining coat on her cheeks.

"F-fakir," she almost cried with the word, "why?"

She turned the water off, clinching the sinks edge, glaring at the water running down the drain.

She placed a few fingers on her lips, now glaring at her hand in the glass before her.

He was putting her through hell! Torturing her in cruel, uncalled for manners. She was supposed to be with Mute, not that bastard!

Ahiru broke down on the tiled floor, clutching onto her legs for dear life. Her sobs rising above her, only too echo throughout the empty hallways.

"Why!?" Ahiru cried out loudly.

It seems fairytales aren't always what they seem. Even they can have a hell of a day...