Title: My Very Own Useless
Author: Full Shadow Alchemist
Fandom: Princess Tutu
Pairing: Fakir/Ahiru
Genre: Angst
Summary: She nuzzled his neck. "You may be useless, but you're my useless."
A/N: My first Princess Tutu, but my fourteenth fanfic. Enjoy and relish the lack of fluff, which is way overdone in Fakir/Ahiru stories T_T
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My Very Own Useless
Her touch was frozen.
It had been warm once, he remembered. After writing her story and rescuing her from the world of gears, he had held her. She had saved him from becoming a tree and held him. He carried her on numerous occasions too, as a girl and a duck. She had been warm each time.
The icy hand brushed his cheek, almost mockingly. Her tongue clucked as she fixed and strand of hair.
"Silly Fakir," she chided. "Silly, silly, silly Fakir."
She was right. Usually he was the one telling her to think things out before jumping in. he was the one who messed up this time. He had convinced her to go back to being a duck. He had talked her into it. He was the one who changed her back. He thought she would like that. He thought she did.
And oh, she did.
Something along the way went wrong though. He should have known something was wrong. He wanted to break his promise, yearned for it, he knew the moment that pen met the paper but he didn't care he just wanted….
Her touch grew cold, cold, freezing cold. Her smile, oh so bright, so hopeful, now so empty, empty empty empty nothing. It reached her eyes, but it was an empty nothing, and oh gods her eyes, her eyes…
The twisted, artificial light that is her eyes is looking at him. Looking looking looking staring gazing smiling beckoning and he was coming he was going to her to feel her cold to be swallowed by nothing to be bathed in the lightless radiance and and and…and…
…and with some luck, become as fake as her.
She nuzzled his neck. Fakir shivered.
"You may be useless, but you're my useless."