Princess Tutu: The Duck and Her Knight

Fakir: So what's going to happen in this story?

Ahiru: Yeah!

No No 22: Oh, you'll see.

Fakir: Is there going to be violence?

No No 22: Maybe.

Ahiru: Is there going to be romance?

No No 22: Maybe.

Fakir: Is there going to be insults?

No No 22: Maybe

Ahiru: Is there going to be happiness?

No No 22: Maybe.

Fakir: You're a bad author, aren't you?

No No 22: May-wait a minute. Fakir! Now that was just plain mean! Calling me a bad author, tch, the nerve you got. At least I'm not a worthless knight like you!

Fakir: Take that back!

No No 22: No!

Fakir: (Tries to get a hold of No No, but misses)

No No 22: Keep your dirty hands off me! This is my story and I can make your life miserable than it is right now!

Fakir: (…)

Ahiru: Anyways, here's chapter one, Not So Sweet Dreams

It was a cloudy day. Rain was pouring down, drumming its wet fingers on everything it touches. It was night, everyone in the town of Kinkan hurried into their houses for shelter. During this kind of whether, if you walked down the street, there would be no one in sight. But if you walked by the lake that night, you would have seen a figure crouched over, holding something in his arms.

'Where I'm I? What happened?' thought, a silver-white swan. Her eyes were closed, hiding her beautiful cerulean eyes from the world. 'I remember now, I'm at the lake.'

The rain lightened up a bit, but not so much.

'It's raining? How come I'm not wet?' thought the swan. She didn't feel cold. She felt warm actually. She then realized that two strong arms were holding her, keeping her safe and warm.

'Whose holding me?' thought the swan. As she thought this, she felt a drop of water, fall on her feathery forehead. She frowned a bit when she felt two more drops fall on her.

"A-ahiru," a male voice whispered through a sob. Another drop fell on her head. "Please come back."

"Qua," whispered Ahiru, as her eyes fluttered open, revealing two cerulean orbs. When she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of emerald eyes, filled with tears. She gazed into those eyes, as a warm feeling swelled up in her chest.

'Fakir went looking for me!' thought Ahiru. But for some reason, the warm feeling she was feeling, disappeared as a thought ran across her mind. 'Why do I feel the need to always be with him? I shouldn't be feeling this way, after what happened.'

Ahiru then noticed that Fakir was covered in blood. Her eyes widened in shock. She took her gaze from the blood and back to her friend's eyes. But she didn't see them, for at that moment, he pulled Ahiru into an embrace.

"A-ahiru. Thank God," the teenager whispered.

"Quack." Ahiru whispered. Fakir.

At that moment, Fakir got up, grabbed his sword that was on the ground, and started running towards his house, as fast as he could through the pounding rain, with Ahiru in his arms.

"I got to get you home," Fakir told Ahiru. His tears were now gone, but he still had a worried look on his face. Ahiru looked at Fakir for a long time. She looked at the blood that was on him, and finally she looked at herself. She gasped when she saw her feathery body was completely covered in blood, her blood. She looked up at Fakir again, but to her dismay, her vision was getting blurry. She was losing a lot of blood, fast. Fakir noticed that Ahiru's body was becoming limp again. He looked down at the swan in fear. Her eyes were starting to close. He felt hot tears roll down his face again.

"Hold on, Ahiru. Hold on, w-we're almost there," Fakir said through his tears. Ahiru heard his voice, but just barely through the silence that ringed in her ears.

'Fakir is right. I have to hold on, for my sake and his,' thought Ahiru. She struggled to stay alive, but death was getting nearer to take her away. After what seemed like forever, Ahiru heard a door slam open. She heard the sword fall to the ground. She felt herself be laid on something soft. She then heard feet hurry to the bathroom, soon returning with bandages. She felt Fakir gently wrap bandages around her, where the wounds were. She weakly watched him. She knew that he was worried about her. Ahiru smiled faintly.

"Quack qua," whispered Ahiru. Thank-you.

"Hush. You shouldn't be talking. You'll loose more of your strength that way," Fakir said sternly, but warmly. "And you're welcome."

Ahiru smiled again. After Fakir was done mending Ahiru's wounds, he gently picked the swan up and took her to his room. When they were in his room, he gently put Ahiru on his pillow, and covered her with a blanket.

"Now get some sleep," Fakir coaxed, patting her head gently. Ahiru looked into his emerald eyes. They showed happiness, relief, fear, and guilt. Ahiru frowned. She didn't like it when Fakir was in this state. She liked it when he was smiling. Noticing the frown on her face, Fakir smiled warmly.

"I'm fine Ahiru. Who you have to worry about right now is yourself," Fakir said gently. Not believing every single word he said, she nodded. And before she knew it, she was deep in sleep. For a moment, Fakir watched Ahiru sleep. He couldn't help but smile at the sleeping form of the swan.

'It's your fault that she's in this state,' said an accusing voice at the back of Fakir's head. The smile that Fakir had on his face, disappeared. He walked towards his desk and sat down.

'Because of you she almost died!' said the voice again. Fakir held his face in his hands. He knew that his conscious was right. It was his fault that she almost died and was now in this state. He thought back to what had happened an hour ago.

-Flashback-

Fakir was at his desk, deep in thought. It has been a year and a half since the monster raven was destroyed. Rue and Mytho were happily living in their castle; happy that Mytho got his heart back, that they had each other, and that they were free from the spell Drosselmeyer had cast on the town of Kinkan, while Ahiru turned back into a duck and he became a writer. They didn't get much of a happy ending they had hopped to get. Especially Ahiru. She of all people should have gotten the happy ending she deserved. She deserves one, for all the stuff she has done for everyone, especially for Mytho. Ahiru was always kind to everyone, even when they weren't kind to her. She was always willing to help anyone who needed help.

'She's the one who changed me,' thought the seventeen year old. 'From a coldhearted monster to a kindhearted person.'

That was when Fakir decided to use his rare gift and write a story for Ahiru, a story to turn her back into a girl and to live happily ever after. Fakir thought about what type of happy ending would he like for himself, but he shook his head.

"Seeing Ahiru happy as a girl, is a good enough happy ending for me," He muttered to himself, as he started to write.

Fakir was writing furiously when Ahiru had spotted him. The swan silently entered his room. Wondering what he was writing in such a hurry, Ahiru laid her head on Fakir's lap. He didn't seem to notice. Looking over the desk, she tried to read the story Fakir's been written. But couldn't see it. Ahiru looked up at the seventeen year old; he was frowning while he concentrated on his story. Ahiru also saw a glint of determination in his emerald eyes.

'Could he be possibly be writing a story about me?' Ahiru thought. She looked at the piece of paper, Fakir was furiously writing on. 'There's only one way to find out.'

Ahiru swiftly flew up on top of the desk. When she was on the desk, she looked down at the paper but Fakir's arm blocked it from view. Ahiru frowned. She wanted to know what Fakir was writing.

"Quack, qua, qua, quack?" Ahiru asked. What are you writing?

Fakir ignored her, and continued writing. Ahiru glared at Fakir for ignoring her.

"Quack, qua, qua, quack!?" Ahiru repeated. What are you writing!?

Again, he ignored her. Ahiru's temper started to rise.

"QUACK!" Ahiru yelled. FAKIR!

"WHAT?" Fakir yelled back.

"Quack!" Ahiru said, surprised of the sudden response, which caused her to take a few steps backwards, not knowing that a bottle of ink was right behind her. She bumped into the bottle of ink, and knocked it over. The ink that was in the bottle flew out and spilled over the piece of paper Fakir had been writing on, and therefore covering the words Fakir had created. The room got deadly silent. Ahiru stared fearfully at the ink-covered paper. She slowly looked at Fakir. He was staring at the paper, wearing a blank expression. Fakir bowed his head, hiding his eyes under his bangs.

"Q-Quack?" Ahiru stuttered nervously. Fakir?

"Get out," Fakir muttered angrily.

"Qua?" Ahiru said, shocked. What?

"Get OUT!" Fakir yelled angrily, glaring at Ahiru. "Get out of my SIGHT! I don't know why I even take care of you! Nothing about you is special! You're just a stupid, good for nothing duck that only gets in the way! Nothing about you is worth protecting!"

Ahiru looked at Fakir, with tearful eyes. She couldn't believe that Fakir said all those horrible things to her. As hot tears ran uncontrollably down her face, Ahiru jumped from the desk and ran out of the room. Fakir stood there, glaring at the door. He thought he heard the front door open. For a moment he continued to glare at the door, but as he started to calm down, he couldn't help but get angry with himself and feel guilty. He knew that Ahiru didn't mean to spill the ink, she just wanted to know what he was writing. He knew he could always write another story, maybe an even better one. He started bully himself mentally, when he heard a really familiar quack in the distance.

"QUACK!" Ahiru's voice shouted in fear.

"Ahiru!" Fakir muttered, his chest filling up with fear. Without hesitation, Fakir grabbed the sword that was beside his desk and ran out of his room, down the stairs, and out into the sprinkling rain. He looked around wildly, but he found no trace of Ahiru. Fakir started to panic.

"QUACK!" shouted Ahiru.

'It's coming from the lake!' thought Fakir, as he started to run towards the lake of despair. As he ran through the forest, he dodged low branches and jumped over tree roots. The sprinkling rain was replaced by rain that felt like needles digging into your skin. With every second, his pace quickened. When he got to the lake, he stopped and looked around. He then froze in fear; 50 yards away was Ahiru and a pack of wolves. The wolves were closing in Ahiru. Fakir tried to move, but he found himself paralyzed from fear. He watched, as the wolves were getting closer. Ahiru turned her back towards the wolves and started to flap her wings to fly away. Realizing that she was trying to escape, one of the wolves leaped and sank its jaws in her right wing, causing her to hit the ground. Seeing how Ahiru was attacked, Fakir finally was able to move his feet and run towards Ahiru. As ran and drew his sword out, and another wolf bit Ahiru in her torso. Blood splattered everywhere as Fakir sliced the wolf that had bit Ahiru in the torso, in half. Without hesitation, Fakir stabbed the wolf the held Ahiru's wing, through the head. He turned around to face the remaining wolves (which were just 5). One of the wolves lunged at him, knocking the sword out of his hands and knocking Fakir to the ground. With his left hand, Fakir held the throat of the wolf to keep the snapping jaws away from his face. As he tried to choke the wolf, Fakir reached into his right pocket with his right hand and pulled out a pocketknife. As soon as the pocketknife was in his hand, he stabbed the snapping wolf in the gut. Seeing that the wolf still was snapping at him, Fakir shoved the pocketknife further into the wolf's gut, until it was completely inside the wolf. The wolf's body became limp as it fell on top of Fakir's body. By now Fakir was covered in blood. Fakir pushed the dead corpse and jumped to his feet. Immediately, Fakir dived for his sword. He held the sword in a threatening position at the wolves that growled menacingly, but amazingly the wolves turned and ran into the forest, accepting defeat. Fakir was breathing heavily, as he stared at the place where the wolves disappeared. Remembering Ahiru, he turned around and crouched down by her side, dropping his sword in the process. He looked at her seemingly lifeless body; her silver-white feathers were covered in her blood. His eyes were wide in horror and in sadness. He gently picked her fragile body. Without thinking, he pressed her body against his. He stayed like that for a long time without saying anything. He closed his eyes, and felt a tear run down his face. Two more tears ran down his cheek.

"A-Ahiru," Fakir whispered through his sob. Another tear ran down his cheek. "Please come back."

"Qua," he heard Ahiru whispered weakly.

-End of Flashback-

'Damn it! It's all my fault!' Fakir thought angrily. He pounded his desk with his fist in anger. Fakir froze. He twisted his body around to see if he had woken up Ahiru. But he found her still sound asleep. He sighed in relief. He then got up from his desk and went to his closet. He took out a blanket, he nightclothes, and a spare pillow from the closet. He quickly and quietly changed into his nightclothes. When Fakir was done changing, he quietly left his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He slowly, descended the stair and went to the living room. Once in the living room, he walked towards a couch. He lay down on the couch and threw his blanket over himself. He then put his pillow behind his head, and looked at the clock that hanged on the wall. It was 11 PM. He sighed heavily.

'So much has happened today. I hope Ahiru gets better,' thought Fakir. He frowned worriedly. And those were his last thoughts before he fell into a deep sleep.

Fakir walked through a forest, not knowing where he was going, because of the thick fog that surrounded him. He could tell it was morning, because of how bright the atmosphere was. After a few minutes of walking, he came to a lake. Fakir looked around, but couldn't see anything through the thick fog. As he tried to see through the fog, something caught Fakir's attention. He looked down at himself and realized that he was wearing his knight uniform. Fakir's eyes widened in shock.

'What's going on?' Fakir thought.

Just then, Fakir heard footsteps. The footsteps came from the lake. Fakir squinted as he tried to see through the fog. The fog started to lift, letting Fakir to see things a lot better. As he looked across the lake, he saw a figure dancing on top of the lake's water. Fakir noticed that the figure was a girl, because of her long hair and dress. Fakir then had a strange urge to go see her up close. Fakir cautiously put his foot on the water, and to his amazement his foot didn't sink in. Slowly, he started to walk on the water, towards the dancing girl, who was twirling on the point of her foot. With every step, he left ripples in the water and was getting much closer to the girl. Just when he was about two yards away from her, the girl stopped and faced him. Fakir stared wide-eyed at the girl. He knew who the girl was. The girl still had salmon hair, but at the tips of her hair was now white (if you grab a ruler and measured how long the white part was, the outcome would be 4 inches) and it was less messy and much shinier. Her lips were fuller, and were a very light shade of pink. She was at least two inches taller. Fakir noticed that her body was built like a coke bottle, and that her chest was much bigger. At this, Fakir blushed. She was wearing a strapless silver-white dress made of silk that reached to her knees. Her skin was a bit tan, and her freckles were gone. Her eyes were closed, when Fakir looked at them, but they opened just a second later. Her eyes were somewhat the same, but for some reason they seemed a lot more beautiful.

"A-Ahiru!" Fakir said, still a bit in shock.

Ahiru smiled a tender smile; making her look even prettier she was already. Fakir couldn't help but blush. Ahiru then raised her hands above her head and did a circular motion with them, then she stuck her right hand out to Fakir.

"Dance with me," Ahiru said. Fakir took note that her voice was slightly deeper and prettier. Fakir grabbed her hand without hesitation, and began to lead their pas de deux. As they danced, Ahiru kept looking at Fakir in a sad way. It disturbed Fakir a lot. Near the ending of their dance, Fakir suddenly pulled Ahiru into an embrace. They stayed in that position for a while. As Fakir stroked her hair in a loving way, his hand brushed against her skin; it was soft as a baby's skin. Fakir then pulled away, just enough to look into Ahiru's eyes. Her cerulean eyes were still filled with sadness. Fakir frowned worriedly, as his eyes traveled from her eyes to her lips.

'They look so soft,' Fakir thought, not realizing that he was leaning forward, his lips getting closer to hers. Just when his lips were two seconds away from hers, Ahiru pulled away roughly. As soon as she was free from his grip, Ahiru started to run away from him.

"Ahiru!" Fakir shouted out to her. Ahiru continued running, getting farther and farther away from Fakir. Fakir was about to go after her, but to his horror, he couldn't move his legs. He struggled with all his might, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't move his legs.

"Ahiru!" Fakir shouted.

Ahiru was starting to disappear into the fog.

"AHIRU!" Fakir yelled after her, but she had completely disappeared. Fakir heard mocking laughter that filled the air. The laughter sounded familiar, too familiar. Fakir again tried to move, but he still couldn't move. The laughter grew louder, as everything started to get dark.

"Ahiru," Fakir said as he sat up on the couch. Fakir looked around, he was in his living room. Still breathing heavily, Fakir tried to calm down. Fakir was covered in cold sweat, and felt really cold. He looked at clock. It was 5 in the morning. Fakir sighed deeply; he could still hear the mocking laughter. He sighed again

'So it was all just a dream,'Fakir thought, relieved. But deep down, he was scared. Fakir then noticed that his blanket was on the ground, but he didn't notice the lump under the blanket.

"I must've thrown it off while I had that dream," Fakir said, as he reached to pick up the blanket. 'More like a nightmare.'

When he picked the blanket up, he found Ahiru sleeping peacefully. Fakir raised an eyebrow. Ahiru stirred. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. She raised her head and looked around. When she saw Fakir, she smiled at him. Fakir smiled back, but he then frowned. He tenderly picked Ahiru and put her on his lap.

"You shouldn't come down to the living room when you're in this condition," Fakir scolded softly. "You could have gotten seriously injured than you are now. Besides, my bed is warmer than the floor."

Ahiru looked at Fakir with sad eyes, the same eyes she had in his dream. Fakir looked away, he didn't want to see those eyes. Fakir got up from the couch, with Ahiru in his arms, and went upstairs. Ahiru looked at him.

'Why did he look away when I looked into his eyes?' Ahiru thought. 'He looks so sad. What's wrong with him?'

She felt herself be put on a pillow. Fakir pulled the sheets over Ahiru. He turned to leave when he heard the rustling of bed sheets and a small thud. Fakir turned around and saw Ahiru behind him.

"Ahiru you stay here, and sleep in my bed," Fakir told her. Ahiru shook her head. Fakir sighed.

"If I stay here, will you go to sleep?" Fakir asked.

"Quack," Ahiru said. Maybe.

Ahiru then walked up to Fakir and yanked on his shirt. Fakir bent down and picked her up. He put her on his bed again, and covered her again. As he turned to go and sit at his desk, he felt another yank of his shirt. He turned; Ahiru was looking at him with her wide eyes, his shirt in her beak. Fakir blushed.

"Y-You want me to sleep with you?" Fakir asked nervously. Ahiru let go of Fakir's shirt, and nodded. Fakir blushed into a deeper shade of red. He looked away so Ahiru wouldn't see. "Will you go to sleep if I do?"

"Quack," Ahiru said. Yes.

"A-alright," Fakir stuttered. He slowly crawled into bed, still red as a tomato. He laid on his side, nervously. He then felt Ahiru press against his back. He stiffened, but he relaxed after a few moments. He felt his eyelids grow heavier, and before he knew it he was sound asleep, along with his bird companion.

Ahiru: It was so…so…sweet. (tear) It was so sad when Fakir thought I was dead, and so sweet when he worried about me. His dream was so romantic, too, except that it ended not so sweet.

No No 22: Thanks Ahiru. Anyways, there's my first fanfic. Please review and tell me what you thought about it.

Fakir: (Whispers) Tell her that she's a terrible author.

No No 22: What did you say!? (Getting ready to strangle Fakir)

Fakir: N-nothing. I-I just told them to tell you that you're a great author.

No No 22: That's what I thought.

Ahiru: (sighs) Sometimes you guys act like 5 year olds. (sighs) Next chapter is…drum roll please. (drum roll) Ahiru's Confession and Drosselmeyer's trick! (crowd cheers)