Sequel to: Fakir and Ahiru's story
Declaimer: I do not own princess tutu. I wish I did though.
1: Ducks
Fakir had stayed up pretty late when he was writing. He was writing none other than Ahiru's story. He really wanted to turn her back into a human. He could the longing look she gave the academy when they past it, or when she gave a sad smile at all of her friends who thought she was gone.
Fakir looked at his writing so far. He kept on starting some pages over. Obviously he needed a break. But at least he had a beginning.
Once upon a time, there was small yellow duck who had once been a girl. When she was a girl, she had loved to dance. Once she turned into a duck, she lived with a writer who wanted to save her. She had dreamt of dancing for a very log time. The writer wrote all about her, but no matter how many times he wrote his feelings about her, she would never return to being the girl he met.
The writer realized that he could simple write his feelings to change her into a duck. He needed a story. The writer had inherited powers from an ancestor. The writer knew his skills were dangerous. If he had to write a story to change his duck into a girl, the story had to have a villain.
Fakir thought about the stranger kneeling over Ahiru. He clenched his fist. He had written the next part during the night, and he realized that when he thought of his beginning, the stranger was meant to be the villain of the story.
Fakir looked over at Ahiru. He would protect her. He was the writer from the story after all. Fakir sighed and put the story down.
About to go and take a shower, Fakir stopped when the door banged open. The loud tapping sound of drumming came in, along with the green haired toddler Uzura.
"Ahiru! Come come-zura! More ducks at the lake-zura!" Uzura chanted happily, awaking the small duck from sleep.
"Uzura! Ahiru was trying to sleep! Come back later, she's still tired." Fakir guided the drummer to the door, but she went between his legs and raced over to Ahiru. She climbed on to the bed up to the small duck.
"More ducks-zura! Come come Ahiru-zura!" Uzura started pulling at the duck's tail, but Fakir pulled her off of the bed. He scolded the little girl, while she kept on chanting that there were ducks at the lake.
Ahiru rubbed her eyes from sleep and sat up on the bed. She stared at Uzura curiously, quacking with a gasp at the when she heard there were other ducks.
"Er, sorry to wake you Ahiru, you can go back to sleep. And you," Fakir turned to Uzura. "Can go and chant with your drum some where else."
Ahiru stood up on the bed quacking franticly. Fakir sighed and turned to Ahiru, and gently sat on the bed next to her.
"I take it you want to go see them? Oh alright. Let me just get ready and have some breakfast, then we can go down to see the new comers." Ahiru gave a nod of agreement. As Fakir started to get ready, Ahiru and Uzura went to the kitchen to wait.
Fakir came into the kitchen and grabbed a muffin that Charon left for him. Splitting it in half, he gave a half to Ahiru, who gobbled it up quickly wanting to get out of the house as fast as possible.
Fakir smiled and put on his shoes and grabbed his cloak. It was the beginning of fall, and the temperature was dropping quickly.
As the three of them set out, Fakir glanced at Ahiru who was walking next to him. Ahiru was starting to shiver. She was the type of duck her preferred spring and summer. Fakir kneeled by Ahiru and picked her up, putting her in the comfort of his warm cloak.
Ahiru quacked thankfully for Fakir, watching the scenery of people scurrying around quickly to get out of the cold weather. The trees were slowly changing to yellow, red, orange and the occasional brown.
Fakir, Ahiru and the drummer carefully crept behind the small lake, which really was a pond. But Uzura didn't know that.
Just as Uzura had said, the pond had some ducks. Fakir had counted five ducks. They looked to be brothers and sisters around Ahiru's age. If you could actually tell a duck's age.
Ahiru quacked at Fakir, and he set her down gently from his arms so she could go to say hello to the ducks. Ahiru waddled into the pond towards the ducks in the middle, gracefully swimming when the water became deeper.
The ducks quickly took notice to her, and they all began quacking happily. One duck that Fakir was sure was male, swam closer to Ahiru and just stared at her. Fakir became the obsessively jealous type, began to get extremely angry.
What the hell?! First some character from my story, now a duck? Where is this all coming from?! Fakir was getting angry by the second, and he began walking over to Ahiru.
"Duck duck love-zura?" Uzura asked curiously, looking at the two ducks sitting comfortably in the water.
Fakir turned around and whispered an angry 'no' to her. Uzura took a step back and looked at Fakir intently.
"Oh-zura! Fakir Ahiru love-zura!" Uzura exclaimed happily, thinking she got it right.
Fakir shouted no to her again, still making his way slowly over to the ducks. Half his face was red, and not just from anger at Uzura.
Fakir came into view of the ducks who got really frighten of the stranger, they slowly swam backwards towards the tall grass.
The male duck that was near Ahiru swam in front of her and protectively sat there. Fakir just got a lot angrier from this. He gritted his teeth and sat at the pond's bay. Ahiru wanted to know what was wrong with him, so she swam around the male duck and made her way over to him. The male duck was completely confused by her action.
Ahiru waded out of the water and sat in Fakir's lap. She quacked questioningly at him. Fakir looked down at the blue-eyed duck. He smiled at her, how innocent she was.
"I just want to keep an eye on you, I don't want you leaving me just to migrant with them." Fakir whispered to her, as if the duck's could hear and understand them.
Ahiru looked at him one more time and shrugged. She swam back to the other ducks to tell them everything was okay.
"Qua-quack! Quack quack qua." (It's all right! He's a friend!) Ahiru shouted to all of them. They gradually came out slowly and looked suspiciously at Fakir, who in return glared at them.
Ahiru continued to quack and chat happily to them, enjoying herself. The male duck kept on talking to her, and Ahiru found him really annoying. He started to sound like Femio.
"Won't you migrate with us? Your beauty will make our group extraordinaire." The male duck asked her, batting his eyelashes. Now he sounded like Femio, I mean what boy or boy duck do that with his eyelashes?
"Uh, sorry no. I belong here with Fakir." Ahiru glanced at the green haired lad, and in return he was staring at her.
"Ah, you are in love with the human?" The male asked questioningly to Ahiru.
"No! No! I-I just belong here. He's my friend. He would be sad if I left. And I would be sad too." Ahiru looked at the water rippling in front of her.
"Umm… I need to go now. It was fun meeting all of you!" Ahiru waved with one wing as she swam back to the ex-knight. He stood up with Ahiru in his arms again.
"Bye ducky ducks-zura!" Uzura chanted waving at the frightened ducks.
Fakir snorted in her direction, earning a disapproving quack from Ahiru. He shook his head at her.
"Hey, she doesn't bother you when she wants something! You're just a duck…" Fakir looked down at the duck and realized he insulted her. His face soften slightly.
"Sorry, I just envy you sometimes Ahiru." Fakir patted Ahiru on the head, and Ahiru gave him a small smile.
When Ahiru, Fakir and Uzura got back to the small house, Fakir began preparing lunch for the two of them. Uzura walked off into the village chanting 'zura!' since she was a puppet and didn't need lunch.
"Thank god we left the pond, I never want to see another duck except for Ahiru again." Fakir murmured to himself as he watched Ahiru sip some water.
For the rest of the day, Ahiru and Fakir walked around the small town buying things for Charon and enjoying the scenery. Fakir took Ahiru past the academy, where he saw her give it another longing glance.
"Oi, Ahiru we should get back before Charon gets done in his workshop." Fakir looked down to the duck next to him. They were currently sitting on a bench and having a piece of bread. Ahiru nodded to him and walked quietly next to him all the way back to Charon's house.
As they past the academy yet again, Ahiru smiled sadly at her memories. This made Fakir even guiltier about her.
I better continue my writing, for her sake. Fakir opened the door for Ahiru, and she waddled into the warm home.
"Oi! Fakir, are you back?" Charon's voice rang from the kitchen. The smell of broth filled the air in the cozy home. Fakir led Ahiru into the kitchen. Charon was just finishing some delicious soup.
"You were out with Ahiru again? Good, she needs to get out more often." Charon smiled at Ahiru, while Fakir just gave a shrug.
The door burst open to reveal the small drummer tapping her drum and chanting something the two people and duck could not hear.
"Uzura! Stop with the racket!" Fakir shouted over her annoying taps.
Uzura stopped abruptly. She always listened to Fakir, she didn't know why. Uzura slowly took her drum off and set it next to the door. She ran up to one of the kitchen chairs and stood on it.
"News-zura! Thief at academy-zura! Poor cat sensei-zura!" Uzura shouted at everyone. Ahiru just gawked at her, Charon just looked at her with shock for a second and then turned back to his soup. Fakir nearly fell out of his chair.
The villain! Fr-from the story! He's the one who steals things precious to people… Now that he's on the move, I need to keep Ahiru close to me. Fakir gave a worry glance at Ahiru, then he started to set the table.
"What did this 'thief' steal Uzura?" Fakir asked the annoying little puppet. Uzura thought for a moment, lightly taping her finger on her chin.
"He stole… white shoes from cat-sensei-zura!" Uzura finally announced.
Fakir inwardly nodded. It made sense since Neko-sensei treasured those shoes with his life.
During dinner, Fakir decided he would write whenever he knew Ahiru was safe. Which, he thought with a sigh, would mean he would barely have any time to write. He would constantly check to see if Ahiru was safe.
Fakir finished his dinner and turned to see Ahiru waiting patiently for him. He gave yet another small rare smile to her and went with her to his room.
Ahiru hid under the covers while Fakir got ready for bed, or in his case got ready to fall asleep on his desk.
When Ahiru heard the scrapping of a chair on the ground she knew Fakir was about to start his writing. She poked her head above the covers to see Fakir's back to her. She heard his mad scribbling on the parchment.
Ahiru smiled, knowing Fakir was probably cooking up a good story. She had no idea Fakir was planning to turn her back into a girl again. He was just too afraid of what she might say if she found out.
Soon Ahiru put her head gently on the pillow, falling into a peaceful sleep. A few minutes later Fakir's writing slowed down, until he was completely tired of writing so fast. Fakir put his quill aside, along with the parchment and ink well.
Fakir got up from his chair and slid under his covers, his head right next to Ahiru. He stared at the cute little yellow duck until gradually, his eyes drooped shut and he fell asleep.
Author's note: Yay me! I started the new story. What do you think? I typed like crazy yesterday. Hope you like it! REVIEW!