I own nothing. I have so many unfinished stories on but I can't help myself. Senior year in highschool is so busy and I have so many ideas. :sigh: Oh well I'll find conclusions. enjoy! this is my first princess tutu story!
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A speck of gold dove down in the blue depths of a lake. Her tiny head popped up and she looked back to the dock for her faithful knight...but he wasn't there. Ahiru sighed softly. She knew he was at school and would not be there until the afternoon, but oh how she missed him, how she wished to he could spend all day with her, just as he'd done in summer. She looked at her reflection in the water seeing her small fathered face, with sparkling blue eyes from tears she would not allow herself to shed. It was days like these, when she felt alone that she wanted to be human once more.
'But I am a duck, that is the real me,' she thought quietly looking at her golden features. 'I helped get a happy ending when there should have been none at all, I reunited the prince with his true princess...the town became normal again...And Fakir...' She thought back to her knight. She had begun calling him her knight when he stayed true to his word and came to see her everyday. A feeling had begun stirring in her small chest, stronger then the feelings she thought she had for Mytho...
'What's the matter with me...I can't be lonely or sad Fakir always knows when-'
"Ahiru what's wrong?"
The duck's thought were interrupted by Fakir's strong voice. She turned quaking startled. He was staring at her holding some bread in his hand, and looking at her with those eyes that told her, he knew she was sad-he always knew everything about her just with one look. She shook her head quacking furiously and flapping her wings. Fakir raised a brow and sat down staring at her. Ahiru looked at him nervously the young man waving a finger at her signaling he wanted her to come to him, she sighed swimming over to him and walking up to the shore and sat by his side. A place she wanted to be at forever. He set the bread aside, and Fakir held Ahiru to him gently.
"Ahiru...are you...angry?"
Ahiru looked up at him startled by his words. "I have tried to turn you human many times...but I can't get to the ending. I can't seem to do it. I am not strong enough to right your story...I'm sorry." Fakir spoke honestly and kindly to Ahiru, since that day when Ahiru changed he had always spoken this way with her. This was something he shared with no one else. The duck smiled and quaked flapping her wings happily. 'Fakir I'm happy-you're always by my side. Even if I can't be a girl again...It's alright! I promise!' She thought, quaking those feelings loudly. Fakir sighed and set her down ripping up some pieces of bread and scattering them on the ground for her. He smiled, watching as she ate.
"I wonder if Mytho and Rue will be coming back soon." Fakir said more to himself then to Ahiru. She quaked turning her head to the side and looking at him. 'That's right,' Ahiru thought, 'They both left awhile ago...during summer, and still aren't back.' Ahiru began quaking and Fakir suddenly laughed, "No Ahiru they would not have a wedding without you. You would be their guest of honor!" Fakir continued laughing and Ahiru was once again, amazed how sometimes he knew exactly what she had said.
He stayed with her until the sun began setting. He sighed and got up, "Ahiru next month...you can come stay with me in the dorms. It'll be getting cold soon and I..." Fakir faltered looking down at the small duck. He turned sharply away, "And I don't want you to leave for the winter...understand?" Ahiru smiled and quaked fluttering her wings, as if she was saluting him. Fakir nodded without turning to look to her and casually walked away. This was the most painful part of the day for Ahiru, for him to walk away. She looked back at the lake.
It was lovely with reeds, and all sorts of wonderful things around it-trees, grass flowers, flat stones that she could rest on. But she wondered mostly where the other birds were. No other birds really seemed to come here. It was just her, some insects, and small fish. A bird would come by, land in the water and then it would take off, flying high into the air. Her bird friends she had when she was a human girl would come to see her but not when she was sitting in the lake's waters. But why was that she wondered?
"Once upon a time a happy ending had a twist. A princess helped a story have a happy ending by giving another princess, a knight, and a prince everything they wanted. A princess-who was not supposed to be loved-got the prince she loved, and a knight got to live when he was not supposed to live. The Prince's feelings were returned to him, and love was awakened for the princess who loved him so desperately. But the other princess, the one who had given up the most, got the least. She gained nothing, and lost everything she has grown to love. How is this a happy ending, when there is still one person who is unhappy?"
Ahiru jerked her head to see a woman standing behind her reading a book. Ahiru quaked and saw the woman had long white hair and green eyes. She looked down at Ahiru and smiled, but Ahiru felt cold from that smile. Something was wrong. Something was terribly, terribly wrong with this woman. The woman kneeled and looked into the ducks eyes. "Were you wondering why no bird will come here?" Ahiru quaked startled by the woman's accurate question. The woman grabbed Ahiru, who quaked terrified, and no matter how she struggled the woman did not release her. The woman began to pet the duck, and began talking once more. "This water is your own feelings. It is your skin. It is you hair. It is your tears. It is your blood. This place you swim in is you, the human girl. It is not normal water...it is a girl...without her soul. And you are that soul little duck."
Ahiru looked out at the water shocked. Was this true. She looked back at the woman just in time to see a bag come over her head. She quaked but it was too late. The bag had been wrapped around Ahiru and she trapped in it's darkness. "Come away with me little duck, it's time for you to have your story finished. I promise you it's not long...only four acts." Ahiru quaked in protest, the ducks pleas muffled from the back as the woman walked away from the carrying the little duck in the bag.
THE NEXT DAY
Fakir ignored the giggling girls, who in Mytho's absence had turned to him with their lust filled eyes, and flirtatious mouths. He hated all these girls, he had no feelings for them at all. So he sat quietly ignoring the pests he called his fellow classmates, and watched as the new instructor, Kurime Ashto, showed them a complicated step. The tall man heard a knock, and stopped teaching. He left his class, and looked out the door and smiled brightly. "Oh! Well I have a surprised for you class! It was originally one surprise but look it's three!" The class murmured and looked at the door waiting for something to happen while Fakir stared at the floor. Nothing surprised him any more, because some days...he felt like he didn't care about anything...nothing at all.
A flash of a golden duck.
Well...almost nothing.
"Fakir-kun?"
Fakir jumped and turned seeing Rue kneeling by him smiling, Mytho just behind her. The whole class was in giggles and talking all at once. Mytho and Fakir looked at each other exchanging no words, only smiles and eyes that spoke better then elegantly strung words. Rue and Mytho took their place at his side, and the three separated themselves a little ways from their class mates. Mytho placed and arm around Fakir's shoulders, and Fakir let out a sigh. He smiled bright, "I'm glad you're back...where did you two go?" Rue and Mytho glanced at each other, and from the front of her leotard, she pulled out a note. She handed it to Fakir, and he read it to himself.
'Dear Princess, and Prince,
Journey to find a silver chain with a glass ruby-but the ruby must have no color, you will know it when you see it. You must find this and bring it to Kinkan town, or another tragedy will happen-just as the one that did just a short time ago. Hurry back soon-or the new story will start with out If it starts without you Fakir will have no one to be supported by, and Ahiru will vanish before the end of the tale. Please trust that what I say is true, your friends are in great danger. I am a friend, and I will reveal myself as soon as I can.
-signed
the story teller.'
Fakir looked at them shocked, "What? What is this about? And this, 'love from a story teller,' that could be Drosselmeyer!" Mytho shook his head, "We don't know what this letter is about, but it felt true so we left. We were so worried about you, and if it's Drosselmeyer then let him trick us. We can deal with him again if we must and...How is Ahiru, has anything bad happened to her?" Fakir shook his head, "No I was just with her last night. I see her everyday after school. I promised to protect her, and so I am" Rue placed a hand on fakir's shoulder seeing that he was getting upset, "What about you, are you sure you're alright?" Fakir looked at her and wondered if he should tell them both about how he couldn't write about Ahiru anymore...or how he longed to turn her into a girl because...he..."Fakir?" Mytho asked in concern squeezing his shoulder.
"Please don't look at me with those eyes Prince...I can't say..."
Mytho and Rue stared at each other. Something was wrong with Fakir, but what couldn't he say.
Kurime clapped his hands, "And now for the third surprise! Ge-chan is here!" The class broke out in such loud cheers, the three reunited friends were snapped out of their uneasiness, "Yes Ge-chan! The dancer who uses magic in her performances to further extend the beauty of her steps! I received a letter a week ago that she wanted to preform an original ballet soon, and that she wanted our class to see the first act!!" The class was talking all at once, but Rue, Mytho, and Fakir looked at each other. "I've never heard of Ge-chan..." Rue commented.
The door opened with a soft click and a young woman adorned in a light yellow tutu that slowly faded to white walked in her long white hair flowing behind her. She turned her green eyes on the class, and it went silent in awe of her beauty. She smiled at the class. "As I dance I will be telling you the story...are you prepared to be amazed?" The class clapped, and watched with delight as she handed Kurime music for him to play on the piano. He took his place and read the name of the piece, "Act one...the unfinished tale of the duck." At that the prince, princess, and knight jumped.
"What...?" Fakir whispered tense. The woman went to the middle of the dance floor and began to dance. The music started in softly, and flowed easily, it was like music from a dream. She twirled gracefully and then began to speak. "My ballet begins like this...once upon a time a girl fell in love with a prince," Mytho, Fakir, and Rue felt tension settle in their shoulders, she knew their story? The story that had almost destroyed all their lives? Something was wrong. "She was turned human in order to save him...but if she spoke her love she would disappear in a flash of light." She dipped low to the ground and met her eyes with Mytho's a cold stare crossing between them, but no one else noticed.
"She fought her hardest to save him, and in the end he returned his love not to her, but to another princess. But this was alright...for she had now fell in love with the prince's faithful knight." She moved her hands like water, and held out her hand to Fakir. Fakir had frozen. 'Is she saying Ahiru...she?' Fakir's mind raced as the woman began to spin again. "But they would never be together, she was turned back into a duck-her true form-and the two would never be together. Not until the day they both died." Fakir had begun shaking, a pain had come over him that he had not known before, a pain he had never known existed. Mytho gripped Fakir's arm glaring at the dancer, Rue also holding onto Fakir.
"But stories can be changed."
The girl leapt in the air and the class burst out in shock to see a yellow duck standing in the middle of the floor. The ducks' eyes were closed and to there amazement she was dancing. The woman stood in the background, allowing the duck to dance by herself. It was a terribly sad dance. Her wings would dpread out for the sky, or for something she just couldn't reach and then she would stumble suddenly. Barely catching herself before she collapsed on the ground. It looks as if she was suffering from the same pain Fakir had witnessed in the battle with the monster raven. "Ahiru!" Fakir gasped, suddenly feeling like he was in intense pain. Rue's eyes filled with tears, "No...what...that's ahiru!" Mytho held onto his friend who had always tried to protect him, and looked at the girl who had returned his heart. "This is cruel," The prince whispered looking at the yellow duck who had loved him once, and who he had cared about.
"A woman granted the duck her body, but not her memories. The girl was nothing, just an empty shell with no thoughts. Without your thoughts you can't have happiness, or sorrow. And so the woman turned to the knight-" The woman leapt in the air landing in front of Fakir, twirling slowly looking at him, the class giggling at how lucky Fakir was to be so close to het beautiful prima donna, "You must find her memories, they are broken up in two halves. Sorrow, and Happiness. You will do it Knight, because your love is strong. There are only four acts for in which you have to do it in, the story will end in four acts, you must find these memories to return her to normal, or she'll become a simple feather, and you will never meet again." Fakir grasped his heart and looked over at the duck who was spinning with her eyes closed looking so emotionless and frail. Ge chuckled, "Or Knight, maybe you can be with her. You can use the feather as a quill, and spin out stories that will never be!" Mytho looked up at the woman his eyes filled with a sharp anger.
Ge-chan waved her hands and the necklace that the letter had describe appeared in her hand. Mytho jumped and looked over at Rue who looked around. Rue had hidden that very necklace oh her just a minute ago, and had planned to show Fakir when class was over. The woman placed the necklace around the duck's neck and as she began to spin feather crowded around her. The class spoke in wonder as she kept spinning and spinning. "Now little duck," The woman said bowing low, "Tell them the last part of the story."
Tears filled the only three students eyes who weren't gasping in awe at this strange and beautiful dance. "The duck has no memories of the prince, the knight, or the other princess, but now it was their turn to help her just as she had helped them. Unfortunately for the knight...on top of having to help her when he returned everything to her he would choke on his own dark blood, and die." Ahiru's voice filled the air but there was no life, no happiness in it as there had once been so long ago. The feathers cleared, disappearing just as quick as they had come, and dressed in all white, stood Ahiru now wearing the ruby necklace which had no color. She blinked slowly and then bowed, Ge coming to stand behind her.
The class cheered and hollered, Kurime standing up and knocking the piano chair over. But Rue, Mytho, and Fakir stayed rooted to the floor. Mytho was looking at Fakir who was clutching his heart. He had gone several shades whiter, and stared at the image of Ahiru. But it didn't look like her to him. She was not smiling and her blue eyes looked clouded. Ge smiled, "This is my little sister, Ahiru-chan. We'll both be staying here. I hope you don't mind." The class shook their heads cheering loudly. "Ahiru go say hello." Ge instructed. Ahiru nodded, and on her toes slowly walked to Fakir. She bowed low, and held out her hand. "Dance with me Knight." Rue and Mytho stared in shock, and with pain in their eyes, as Fakir took her hand and began to dance.
Fakir held her in his arms just as he had when she tried to drown herself in the lake of despair. He looked deep in her eyes, spinning with his arms wrapped securely around her, "Ahiru do you know me...Ahiru?" The girl blinked, "We've just met," She said in a full emotionless tone, "I do not know you..." As he set her down he took her hand and began to slowly spin her in place his eyes never leaving her. This was dance of love, that was obvious to everyone in the class. It was as if they had danced like this many times over, this dance Fakir did with this new strange girl seemed so perfect. The class, and the teacher stayed quiet, staring in wonder at the dance of unrequited love. Ge smiled to herself and clapped her hands, "My sister is playing the duck in this ballet, it looks like we've found the knight!" She began to clap, the others joining in smiling and rooting. Mytho held onto Rue who clung back to them, Ahiru was back, but...at the same time she wasn't. This doll could not be ahiru! No it just couldn't be.
"No one recognizes her! They've seen her before, but no one...no one knows her!" Rue whispered heart broken. Mytho looked around eyes searching for anyone that seemed to hint that they knew Ahiru. But not a soul looked back at Ahiru with recognition. 'You were completely erased from here weren't you Tutu?...Oh Ahiru I'm sorry, I wanted to love and protect all the weak, and I completely missed that one of my dearest friends was suffering the most...' Mytho thought guiltily.
Fakir wrapped his arms around Ahiru's waist, and he lowered her to the ground. She looked up at him as he lowered her to the ground, and Fakir felt he could of kissed her, because he loved her. He loved her since the day she had held his hand as they swam underwater, since the day she led him to what he though was his doom. He loved how she panicked, tripped, and how even though her dancing was not the best, it was the passionate dancing he'd ever seen. He loved how she was everything he just couldn't seem to let himself be, she had been so free. The best part of his day was returning to see the little duck who floated on the water. She was his most important thing...he love her.
He just never could say it.
And how he regretted that now.
"So you are my knight?" Fakir nodded firmly staring down into her once beautiful eyes. "I'll turn you back to your old self even if I die." she blinked slowly nodding her consent. They stopped dancing and the class clapped louder, and Ge smiled. Fakir helped Ahiru up still holding on to her. She kept her arms at his shoulders, but not because she wanted to, but because he hadn't pulled away. She was a doll. Mytho turned to Ge, and tried to goto her but Rue stopped him. "No! We don't know how power-" There was a loud coughing sound and the whole class screamed loudly. Ahiru looked down at her chest, blood was all over her skin. Fakir released her a hand to his mouth coughing roughly. Blood was seeping between his fingers, and slowly he sunk to the ground, he was coughing blood. The teacher grabbed the young man, "Quickly to the nurse! Out of my way class!"
Kurime brushed pass them all holding Fakir around the waist, Fakir's arm around his shoulder. The class followed their teacher out into the hall all talking at once. Ge, Ahiru, Rue, and Mytho where the only ones who remained.
"...when he returned everything to her, he would choke on his own blood..." Mytho repeated what Ahiru had said, his heart beating fast. "No..Fakir...No..." Mytho felt his whole body trembling, and Rue rushed to Ahiru. She was speaking hurriedly to her, but Ahiru rose jerking away. and walked over to Ge. "Sister I'm dirty." Ge smiled and took Ahiru's hand, "Come dearest one...the prince and princess have a lot to think about. They have to help the little duck, and fret over the dying knight." Mytho growled staring at the woman. He was about to scream something, anything, at her when Ahiru suddenly said, "The duck sounds so weak and pathetic to want to be a girl again so she could be with the knight." She turned looking directly at Mytho, "But if she hadn't wanted to save the prince in the first place she would never have known how wonderful it was to be a girl, or the wonderful feeling of love. It is the prince's fault." Ge smiled sweetly looking at Mytho's face, "Yes dear Ahiru you're right."
Mytho collapsed on his knees Rue dropping next to him. They stared as the two left the room, feeling cold and numb. Everything was wrong...everything was wrong! "Mytho...don't listen to her it's not your fault." Mytho didn't say anything and took her hand gently kissing it. "We have to get to Fakir, we've changed a story before, we can do it again."
END OF ACT ONE.
there are four acts, my ballet is short. The story must end in four acts. Sorrow and happiness must be returned. When it's returned the duck will be a girl, and the knight will die. If it's not returned the knight will live and the girl will turn into a feather. But at least then he can use her as a quill, and technically be with her forever. What a wonderful love story.
-sighed
the story teller.
see you next chapter!