Astale: Astale here
Fakir: Good, you're finally writing, the last one you wrote was the two-shot
Astale: Hey, I was nice to in that fic *smiles*, Well I'm not as nice to you and Ahiru in this one
Fakir: Wait, *gets worried* wouldn't do you mean?
Astale: Astale5 doesn't own Princess Tutu, or any characters you recognize. She does own the plot though
Fakir: Astale, Wait, what do -
By the way I want to thank the lovely SasuSakuisforalways for being my beta-reader.
Fakir slept, dreaming. Many people said dreams were an escape from reality, yet his dreams were his reality. His dreams spoke of everything he wanted and more, his hope for Ahiru to became human once more and for her to become his. Sometimes he believed and hoped that Ahiru was not truly a duck, but a human under a curse. Often Ahiru's human form would dance in and out of dreams, during which he found it increasingly harder to resist her. It was almost easier to wake up and see her as a duck, knowing she would never be his.
However, for the past couple of nights Fakir had been having the same dream. It started in clockwork world, which he assumed was Drosselmeyer's. Looking around him, he saw how it exactly matched Ahiru's description of her brief stay in Drosselmeyer's world. He heard a scream which matched Ahiru's voice perfectly. Fakir rushed towards it, only to be stopped by a group of puppets jeering at him.
"Why, knight, do you rush to the aid of the princess?" One of the puppets asked.
"Yes, why do you? She will never be your princess," another puppet continued. "Yes, she will never be yours… Why would she choose you, a worthless knight, when she could have a prince?'
At this moment a cog rolled in, showing Mytho and Tutu and dancing happily. Fakir looked closer and saw that it wasn't Tutu, but Ahiru. The scene changed, showing Mytho leaning in to kiss her and continued where Mytho had his lips upon Ahiru's. Both parties had their eyes closed in pure bliss. Fakir gritted his teeth as he watched Mytho hands travel down to Ahiru's jacket buttons and start to fiddle with them.
The scene changed again to a church, doors opened revealing newlyweds, and Fakir realized that the two were Mytho and Ahiru. He noted how both of them seemed to glow with happiness. The scene changed again, and he saw a much older Ahiru Mytho and a young child with Mytho's white hair and Ahiru's cerulean blue eyes, clearly their son.
"Stop it," he would groan out, clearly tortured by what he saw.
"Do not forget," the first puppet said, "she just turned out to be a small duck and the prince chose the raven princess instead."
"Oh, that's right," the second puppet continued, speaking almost in a conversational tone. "Perhaps it is fitting for the worthless knight to have a worthless duck for a princess"
"Shut up," Fakir said. "I don't care what you say about me, but don't say that about her; she has done more for Mytho than he would ever do for her."
"Right, you're not even a knight anymore; you're a writer now," third puppet broke in.
"Yes, a writer," the rest of the puppets chorused.
"Come on, writer. Aren't you going to do something for your lovely duck?" A fourth puppet asked.
"Yes, don't you love her?" A fifth puppet inquired.
At that time another gear rolled in. This showed him his part in Ahiru's life when she was still human. The gear's sconces flashed through his first meeting with her to his pas de deux with her in the Lake of Despair.
"Yes, don't you want her to be human so you can make her yours?" The fifth puppet asked him.
The gear changed again, showing him his dreams. He saw how he hoped his fist kiss with Ahiru would saw how he was more dominant in the kiss but that Ahiru didn't mind. He also saw, after he had finally claimed her, how the boys of Kinkan's Academy directed jealous stares at him. After seeing this part of his dream many nights, his favorite part remained watching through the gear as Ahiru agreed to marry him.
"But her true form is duck," Fakir argued," and I promised her that I would protect her true form."
"But what is she? Not a duck but a human." a sixth puppet said to him.
"What?" he said as the floor disappeared beneath him. Fakir fell down to another floor made of gears.
There he saw Ahiru with her back to him, starting into a three pronged mirror. On the left prong, he would saw Princess Tutu, on the right he saw Ahiru's duck form, the yellow duck that still had her eyes. In the middle, he saw Ahiru's human form, yet it wasn't the girl he remembered. The figure in the mirror had slightly darker hair, her form appeared more womanly, and small circlet of gold topped her head, marking her princess. Ahiru reached out to the reflection in the middle, and Fakir would saw a nearly invisible thread tied around her wrist, almost as if she was a puppet.
At that moment, almost if she sensed his presence, Ahiru turned and looked Fakir in the eye with her cerulean blue eyes, filled with unshed tears, and ask him "who am I?"
Fakir reached for her, and she became limp. More threads became apparent, dragging off like a puppet, and he would yell. "AHIRU!"
He heard Drosselmeyer's laughter and his voice saying, "now, what are you going to do, my descendant? You have been far too responsible with your stories for them to actually work against me." At that moment he woke up.
Fakir awoke, panting hard. He had dreamt that same dream before, yet it more like a warning tonight. Also, for seem reason, he felt as if Ahiru had apologized and said goodbye to him. Looking frantic, he went to check Ahiru's basket to make sure she was safe. However, when he looked there, he saw that she was gone. Feeling even more frantic, he slipped into his normal clothes, grabbed his sword, and rushed outside. Looking up at the sky, he saw the dawn breaking and a mist rolling in.
Fakir looked all over for her, not finding her anywhere. He cursed. How far could one small duck get, he thought. At that moment, Fakir heard familiar music, and he went to investigate, finding himself at the edge of the Lake of Despair. There he saw a figure dancing upon the lake; he immediately recognized it as Ahiru. Yet Ahiru was different from the Ahiru of his memories. In fact, she looked more like the woman in his dreams, the one who stood in the middle panel of the mirror Ahiru stared into.
"Ahiru," he was about to yell when a darker figure appeared. As the figure stepped into the light, he saw it was Drosselmeyer.
"My little duck, or say princess, what are you doing here?", Drosselmeyer asked. Wait, is Ahiru a princess and also truly a duck? Fakir thought as he watched the scene.
"You should know, Drosselmeyer; you were the one who formed the contract with my parents," Ahiru, or rightly, Odette answered.
"Ah, yes that contract," Drosselmeyer smiled. "What was it about? I have forgotten."
"The contract was this: you would save the life of the crown prince," here her voice started to choke, "but in payment, you would take the youngest princess and turn her into a duck for 16 years of her life. Then, on her 16th birthday, the princess would give up her heart and freedom in order to become your doll."
"Ah Yes! That was what it was," Drosselmeyer said. "So, are you ready?"
"Yes," tears fell from her eyes." Give me the knife. "
Fakir saw a knife that looked very much like the raven daggers which had attacked him during the fight with Kraehe for Mytho. It then suddenly clicked what Ahiru was about to do. "NO, AHIRU, DON'T!"
Both Ahiru and Drosselmeyer turned to look at Fakir. Fakir saw that Ahiru was wearing a white gown with swans embroidered on the breast. Drosselmeyer was wearing his usual clothing. "I'm sorry Fakir, but this something I have to do."
"No, Ahiru, there has to be some other way." Fakir had reached the bank of the lake where Ahiru was dancing.
"I'm sorry, Fakir, but this wasn't my decision. It was my parents' and they made it a long time ago." Ahiru took a long, deep breath and lifted the knife, ready to plunge it in to her breast.
"Please, Ahiru." His plea was lost on deaf ears, for with a last exhale Ahiru had plunged the dagger into her breast. "NO AHRIU!"
"Perfect," Drosselmeyer smiled maliciously as Ahiru's heart began to float towards him. "Oh, my descendant," Drosselmeyer looked at Fakir. "There is truly no way to save her unless your writing improves, for my new story has no need for a knight." He turned to Ahiru who had fainted from the shock of the wound." Come along."
"Yes Drosselmeyer." Ahiru woke up and started to follow Drosselmeyer.
"Ahiru," Fakir made one last desperate plea.
As Ahiru turned to face him, Fakir took a sharp intake of breath; her eyes were as emotionless as Mytho's had been before Tutu returned his heart shards. "Who are you?" She asked emotionlessly.
Fakir fell to his knees, trying to take all this in. He saw Drosselmeyer and Ahiru leave through the clock portal Drosselmeyer often used but made no move to stop them. It was truly hard for him to take this in; it had to be one of his more elaborate nightmares. However, as he stood up, he knew it was no nightmare; this was truly real. He lost Ahiru to Drosselmeyer again, but, unlike last time, he had no idea how to get her back.
Astale: So yeah, Drosselmeyer complex *scratches back of head in nervousness* If you don't get that, I have bit of Drosselmeyer complex when it comes to writing fan fiction.
Fakir: I'll say
Astale: Oh someone is a little cranky.
Fakir: You think I just lost Ahiru; do tell me if I do find a way to get her back.
Astale: *sticks tongue out* Can't, spolierfic
Fakir: Why you, *takes out sword*
Astale: Well, before Fakir kills me, I would like to say that I would like comments and reviews. Also the name of the story comes from a song by Abney Park; I'll put the link on my profile. Bye *starts running*
