Disclaimer: I don't own Princess Tutu.
A/N: Yay, my first Princess Tutu fic! This is going to be fun. I have never actually watched the last episodes, but I'm going by what I read in all these episode summaries and stuff. Hope you like, becuase so far, I'm liking. A bit more wordy than my previous fanfics.
Fakir sat at the edge of a lake, writing in the little journal he constantly carried around. The tree he was leaning on provided a comfortable shade against the bright sun, the warm spring breeze gently caressing his face. He set his book and pen down beside him a moment, stopping for a rest. The skies above were clear blue, streaked with orange from the sunset, but in the distance, he saw a dark patch of cloud that was looming dangerously nearer. Rain was coming, he assumed. He closed his eyes for a second, leaning his head back against the tree. His peaceful trance was interrupted by a quacking noise. He tried to ignore it, but after a moment, it quacked again. Fakir opened his eyes to see a small yellow duck at his feet, cocking its head to the side as it watched him, tiny eyes smiling. Fakir couldn't help but give it a slight smile in return. It was an adorable little duckling. He reached out and it pecked his fingers playfully. It finally hopped up onto his upturned palm, and Fakir raised it to eye level.
"What's a little duckling like you doing out here alone?" He asked it. "Where's your mother? I bet you got lost, you moron." It just quacked in response and Fakir chuckled. "You're better company than anyone else I know, you know?" He told it. The duckling seemed to grin wider at this. Fakir laughed again and looked at it a moment, before pecking it lightly on the head.
The duck's eyes snapped open and a sudden glow enveloped it. Fakir's eyes widened as well, but were forced to a close at the bright light. Suddenly, something warm and heavy lay on his lap and over his shoulders. Fakir opened his eyes to find the naked form of a girl in his arms, her arms looped over his shoulders and neck. He blushed deep red immediately.
"W-Who are you? What are you doing here... n-naked?"
The girl sat up, (Fakir tried to keep his eyes squarely on her face) and blinked, her straight red hair shifting over her shoulders. She cocked her head to the side, causing Fakir's eyes to narrow with familiarity. In the depths of her eyes he realized some thing. "D-Duck? You're that... duck... that I just kissed?" She blinked a moment before grinning and nodding cheerfully. "Can you... talk?" Fakir asked uncertainly. The girl opened her mouth, but instead of words, a odd quacking noice came from her throat, in response to which she clamped her hands over her mouth embarrassedly. Fakir laughed slightly. Then his eyes darted briefly to the rest of her body, and he blushed and took off the sweater he was wearing. It was too hot anyway. He handed it to her and she pulled it over her head. Due to the height difference, the sweater covered most of her, going up to her mid-thighs. Fakir sighed with relief at this and took her hand, lifting her to her feet. "This is just like The Frog Prince, isn't it? Except now, I suppose it would have to be... The Duck Princess." As they started walking, he continued to speak. "Since you probably don't have a name, since you're, you know, a duck... I'll just name you... Ahiru." (Note: Ahiru is duck in Japanese) She nodded in agreement to this, and he smiled. "I'll teach you how to talk, and you'll be able to speak soon."
Of course, Fakir got his share of strange looks as he walked through town hand in hand with a girl wearing only one of his sweaters, and most had several dirty thoughts going through their heads. But he tried to ignore this until he reached his dormitory. When they finally reached he let out a sigh. "Here." He handed Ahiru a set of his clothes. She stared at it, before starting to take off the sweater. Fakir dropped the clothes in surprise and quickly averted his eyes. "Not here!" He hissed, pushing her and the clothes into the closet and closing the door (without shutting it completely, of course). A moment later, a puzzled Ahiru emerged fully dressed in clothes that were obviously big for her, with a very confused expression on her face.
"You do NOT take off your clothes in front of other people. Got it?" Fakir growled, very flustered. Ahiru nodded with a smile. Fakir thought a moment, scratching his head. "Well, I guess I should start by teaching you how to say your name. Like this. A-HI-RU."
Ahiru screwed her face in concentration, eyebrows furrowing. "AHHH-HEEE-ROOO." She said slowly, in a sweet voice. "Ahiru." She said finally, proud of herself. "Ahiru!"
"Good job." Fakir smiled encouragingly. He yawned. The sun had disappeared now, and during this time of year, that meant it was time to go to sleep soon. Plus, he'd got up at 5:00 that Saturday morning to write because he was suddenly stricken with a really good story. "Come on, it's time we turned in." Ahiru grinned and hopped into his bed. Fakir then realized another dilemma. There was two of them, and only one bed. Fakir blushed, and Ahiru just stared innocently at him, expecting him to join her. Fakir finally gave defeat and the two crawled under the thin sheets together, Fakir nervous as hell. Fakir lay stiffly, listening to the distant roll of thunder and pattering of rain that had started a few moments ago. He became even stiffer as she snuggled up to him, her head leaning on his chest. He looked down at her peacefully sleeping face and finally relaxed, letting one arm fall around her thin figure, and getting lost in sleep.
A clash of thunder awoke Fakir suddenly, and he jerked up. He saw a small figure crouched next to him on his bed, shivering. He looked around. It was perfectly dark, rain pounding on the windows. He had fallen asleep without even changing, having forgotten in all the happenings with Ahiru. Speaking of Ahiru, his gaze now rested on her. He slid towards her shaking body and looked into her frightened face. "Are you... scared?" He asked her. She turned to him and nodded before throwing her arms around him and hiding in the security of his arms. Fakir blushed and rubbed her back trying to calm her.
Ahiru pulled away suddenly as a particularly bright flash of lightning erupted outside. However, it was not followed by any thunder. Ahiru looked at Fakir, before grabbing his hand and pulling him out of bed. "Ahiru, what...?" He managed to stammer before she was dragging him out of his room. "Ahiru, I'm not allowed to be out of my room. Where are we going? It's pouring outside! What if we get hit by lightning or something?" Fakir said frantically, trying to make her turn back. However, Ahiru relentlessly trudged forward, pulling Fakir down the stairs and out to the entrance to the dormitories. She threw open the doors and stepped outside into the pouring rain and storm, pulling Fakir out with her. "Ahiru..." Fakir's voice trailed off when he saw what Ahiru was looking at.
A frail-looking silver haired boy about his age stood soaking in the rain, a black cloak billowing around him in the wind. He looked at them with a mournful expression. "Please... help me."
Dun dun dun. Cliffie!