Into the Ice Cold Pond
Summary: Enter into Fakir's mind as he journeys inside Drosselmeyer's story and witness how his ice-cold attitude melts under the warmth of a certain duck's wings.
Author's Note: This is my first story for this site and I'm quite nervous about publishing my first ever fan fiction here. I'll try to be accurate but I really like to twist things a lot. I hope you would review and love the story I wrote. You all know I am an aspiring writer and comments would be a great help for my future career. Thanks and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu! I'm just a fan.
Chapter 1: The Tale of a Knight
"I don't have any wish to fight you." (Princess Tutu: Episode 10)
"I can't seem to get her out of my head. That Princess Tutu. Who is she?" Fakir thought as he walked back with Prince Mytho to their dormitory. He shook his head and as he was about to close the gate he saw a very familiar hairstyle behind the bushes. "And what are you doing here at this late hour?" he asked.
"Oh um…" Ahiru stopped and thought about what to say. "Well. I'm here doing that. Yes! I am here just doing that so I'm going now. Bye!" she walked away in the most awkward manner possible. Her pendant shone a red glimmer. "That pendant!" Fakir pointed out. Ahiru ran back to her dormitory and disappeared swiftly. "All along she was… Princess Tutu? Ahiru is Princess Tutu?" Fakir thought in confusion.
The next day came; Fakir was very early practicing ballet. His movements were infused with such intense emotions. He was confused but at the same time he was convicted to do something too. "Whoever Princess Tutu is won't matter anymore. I will protect Mytho by myself. I shall fight by myself and now without fear!" he thought as he performed his finale while his sweat glistens as he dances.
"Do you intend to cease in restoring the prince's heart shards?" Fakir asked. "No, because that is what the prince wishes. Do you intend to shatter his heart again?" Princess Tutu replied with conviction. Fakir walked closer to Princess Tutu with a glass shard in hand. "And what if I do?" he said coldly. "Then I won't allow you," she responded quickly. "What will you do? Will you kill me?" Fakir taunted. Princess Tutu changed her expression to dismay. "What?" she stammered. "Could you kill?" he continued. Before Princess Tutu could even utter more words, the young knight attacked her with the broken shard. The prince got a hold of Fakir as he was shouting all he wanted about fighting the raven and killing it. Suddenly, he stopped and his eyes widened with fear. Princess Tutu's neck was bleeding profusely. "Princess Tutu!" Mytho cried as her head lay on his hands. The glass shard fell as Fakir also fell on his knees. "What have I done?" He could not stop shaking until he heard a confession from Princess Tutu.
"Before I die, my prince, I want you to know how much I love you." These were Princess Tutu's last words as she vanished into a speck of light. "NO!" Fakir shouted.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Fakir?" Mytho asked. Fakir was sweating and he realized that he had awoken from a nightmare. "Is there something wrong? You must have been practicing too hard." the prince said. "Nothing," Fakir denied. "What kind of dream was that? I know it didn't go that way," he thought. Mytho motioned Fakir to have a walk with him. As they were walking, they saw three lively girls talking about feelings. As expected, the prince was very curious and asked Ahiru about it. While the prince was absorbed in his thoughts, Fakir took this opportunity. "Hey you. I have to talk to you later," he told Ahiru. Ahiru reluctantly nodded.
The day has ended and the two meet up in an empty classroom. "Princess Tutu," Fakir spoke. Ahiru was caught by surprise and almost turned into a duck. "It doesn't matter who you are. I am protecting the prince alone," he added. "But we could work together, Fakir!" Ahiru reasoned. Fakir smirked and lessened the distance between them. He subconsciously touched Ahiru's neck. "Good. No mark. That wasn't real," he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and sighed. "No. I will protect him alone," he replied. "I trust no one," he glared and walked away.
Fakir went back to his room. "Dammit!" he banged the table. It was good that Mytho was not around. "What's wrong with her? I almost killed her and she tells me that? Why does she keep messing with my head? As if I care about her," he complained. Fakir recalls the moment he touched Ahiru's neck and blushes.
"Why did I not want her to disappear when I asked her to?"
"What am I doing?" Fakir asked himself. He was watching Ahiru in the probationary class secretly. He has frequently followed Ahiru around. "This is merely for the prince's sake. I will use Princess Tutu to draw the raven out and I will kill it," he tried to convince himself. A crash was heard in the classroom. Mr. Cat is furious by Ahiru's lack of concentration. She's pleading not to marry Mr. Cat. Although Fakir had seen this a lot of times, he laughed quietly. "Why are you laughing, Fakir?" Mytho asked. "Nothing. I just thought of something," Fakir answered immediately. Fakir stopped the prince before he could say anything else and Fakir shook his head.
As Fakir slowly opened his eyes, memories rushed in his head. Ropes of the raven's feathers confined Princess Tutu while Kraehe successfully takes Mytho and his heart shard. He remembered he was attacked by the crows and Princess Tutu helped him. He was about to wonder where she was but there she was by his side. He silently stood up and went nearer to Princess Tutu. He touched her hair and thought how wonderful it was but for some reason he preferred Ahiru's hair. Princess Tutu moved a bit and Fakir hurriedly went back to his bed. "Oh, Fakir. You're awake," Princess Tutu muttered. Fakir sat on his bed with his back facing the princess. "Are you going to look for the prince? I'm going with you!" she said. Fakir sighed and just agreed to what she said. They went out and looked for the prince.
Edel had helped them find where the prince was after that encounter with Rue now that she revealed herself as Princess Kraehe. The two of them were able to pass through the treacherous path. The crows attacked them and they were lead to a pit with water. Ahiru found a small hole and thought of becoming a duck again to check the water. "Fakir, you held this pendant last time so I think you should hold it this time," Ahiru said as she took off her necklace. "What is this all about?" Fakir asked as he accepted the necklace. Ahiru disappeared and her clothes revealed a cute little duck. It quacked and went to that small hole. Fakir blushed and figured that Ahiru was that same duck whom he saw when he was crying. "This is so embarrassing. Then… Ahiru is a duck? A cute little and fragile duck," Fakir smiled. A duck reappeared and quacked as if it was saying something. "I can't understand you, idiot!" Fakir shouted. The duck flew and placed the necklace on her. It immediately turned into Ahiru. "You think I have it easy!" she argued but then Fakir wasn't looking and gave her clothes. After a few more arguments, they swam together. Ahiru was holding Fakir's hand and Fakir had this look on her. "A duck… A one of a kind duck… Why would a duck hold so much responsibility?" he thought.
A stage carefully put up by Drosselmeyer was placed for this so-called tragic ending. Princess Kraehe had beautifully laid out a devilish plan on making Princess Tutu disappear. Princess Tutu was about to confess for the sake of the prince but Fakir had intervened. "If you disappear, Princess Tutu, then you won't be able to restore the prince's shards and let alone his smile. I shall change this fate!" Fakir exclaimed. He drew out his sword. "I don't want you to disappear or else the prince will be in danger," he thought. The lake froze and ravens started to dance. Fakir fought them and killed them without hesitation. "Right now, I should not be afraid. I shall protect the prince with this sword. I shall protect our fates!" Fakir thought as he continued to kill the ravens. Princess Kraehe was threatened by Fakir but the lake had melted and Fakir was attacked by vicious crows. A pool of blood mixed in with the lake. "I can hear Princess Tutu crying… I can't give up now. The prince…" Fakir reached out a hand out of the water. With his last ounce of strength, he broke the prince's sword and fell dramatically slow. "Princess Tutu, you must see to Mytho's future," he mumbled before he vanished into the water.
"What was I fighting for? To deny our fates? To protect the prince? Or maybe… To protect that ignorant and fragile duck…"
A gentle light was playing in the darkness. Fakir opened his eyes slowly. "Am I dead?" he asked himself. "No, you are not," a familiar voice answered. Fakir's eyes widened and he quickly sat up. Pain swiftly took over his body. "Don't worry. Remember me? I am Edel," the fire spoke. The reflection of the dancing flames can be seen on Fakir's eyes. "Oh… Thanks. Where is Princess Tutu?" he asked. "She is now hurrying out with the…" Edel's speech was stopped when Princess Tutu emerged from the darkness. She safely arrived with the prince. "FAKIR!" she cried. "Thank goodness. You're safe," she hugged him. Before he could smile and say his gratitude, Princess Tutu saw Edel's appearance on the fire. "Ms. Edel! But why?" She now started to cry more. "I was just a mere puppet. I don't want you to cry like that. Please. Please dance with the prince for me," Edel requested. Princess Tutu nodded and they started to dance. Fakir watched them along with Edel. "I am just a mere knight protecting the prince not suited for a princess like her," Fakir mumbled to himself. "But are you really just a knight?" Edel asked before her figure disappeared into the flames. Fakir was taken by surprise but he was too tired to think anymore so he watched the pair danced with their hearts full with gratitude.
"Just a knight who loves His Highness' princess."