Princess Fakir
M.P-chan: This came from my experiences watching Princess Tutu. Throughout most of episode 10, I spent the entire time waiting patiently, hoping that the premise of this fanfiction would happen. It didn't, but it would have been great if it had.
Class was out, and Mr. Cat had taken away Mytho for his "lesson on being in love". Really, like Mytho needed such a thing. Fakir wasn't going to let get any more shards of his heart back, so there was no need to learn about some emotion he was never going to have.
In any case, he needed to eliminate Princess Tutu. She'd be coming back for her pendent; there was no doubt about it. But then . . . where was she? Fakir had expected her to show herself by now, but there was no sign of the magical princess.
He lightly touched the chain that held the pendant around his neck. Maybe she really didn't need it.
Suddenly the pendant started to glow. It seemed to glow brighter the more further he walked, so he started to run straight ahead. Maybe it was leading him to Princess Tutu?
Fakir gasped when he saw what was ahead of him. A red, glowing form of Mytho stood before him.
"Hello," said the sparkly Mytho, "I am the feeling of happiness. Isn't everything wonderful?"
Shoot, it had led him to a heart shard instead. Now what was he suppose to do? The heart shard started dancing about, twirling around Fakir in a weird, overly effeminate manner.
Well, he couldn't just leave it here could he? What if Tutu found it and returned it to Mytho when he wasn't looking? He had to take care of the problem because he was . . . Princess Fakir~!
Wait, what-?!
Suddenly the pendent started to glow even brighter than before and he was enveloped in its light. He opened his eye, though he couldn't remember closing them, and nearly passed out when he saw what had happened.
His clothes had disappeared, and had been replaced with Princess Tutu's own tutu, the pendent transform into the beautiful winged necklace Tutu always had, and his hair was pinned up with the white feathers Tutu's was. It seemed that for all intents and purposes, Fakir had become the princess herself . . . he was even wearing her crown!
His faced flushed with embarrassment, he tried to rip off Tutu's bracelets, but a strange force took over his body and he felt himself go on point and make the mime for dance.
The shard, seemingly enchanted with this turn of events, happily skipped over to Fakir and they started a pas de deux.
"NO!! WAIT, STOP!!" shouted Fakir, as Mytho did a lift, thrusting Fakir into the air, his hands supported Fakir's wait and thigh.
"MYTHO!!!!!!! LET ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!!!" Fakir thought he was going to die with shame. But thankfully, Mytho's feelings of happiness listened and let "Princess Fakir" down before returning to heart shard form.
The transformation undid itself and Fakir was relieved to find himself in his own clothes again. He panicked, searching the surrounding area for anyone. It seemed he was alone. No one had seen him . . . change.
As fast as he could he threw the shard into the river and started home. He needed to take a shower right away and wash off the feelings of girlishness and glitter and maidenly love. He had been right. Who needed that?
M.P-chan: Like I said, I kept waiting for Fakir to turn into Princess Tutu. I think he'd look pretty dashing in a dress, don't you agree?