Blue
Fakir stared out the train's window as it sped along the countryside, chin propped on one hand while the other idly played with Ahiru's feathers as she lay nestled in his lap, the train's gentle swaying having long ago rocked her to sleep. She had been looking forward to the trip for quite some time and had spent the entire morning while Fakir finished getting ready nervously fluttering around the house. Sometimes she would run up to Charon and quack excitedly while waving her wings about in an attempt to express how eager she was to go on her first train ride. She had quieted down once they arrived at the train station, the loud, bustling crowds weren't something she was used to and she merely wiggled down into the arm holding her and watched everything around her with wide, blue eyes. Fakir was grateful, he wasn't sure what he'd do if she had gotten lost before boarding the train.
Fakir had gotten a few strange looks from the compartment's other passengers when he entered with a small, golden duck in his arms but they soon shrugged it off. There was a woman with a little dog not far from where he sat and one man commented that he had once seen someone with a pet monkey on a leash while riding a trolley. After the train had left the station the other passengers soon shrugged and forgot about the quiet youth and his strange pet, she was far quieter and more well behaved than the little dog or the several small children also riding the train. It wasn't until they were moving that she was finally brave enough to look out the window and gesture happily at the scenery that was rolling by, beak pressed so hard against the glass Fakir idly wondered if she was going to give herself a headache doing that.
Now that it had quieted down and most passengers had settled in for their long trip Fakir was staring out the window at their destination: the mountains. It was just an off handed comment that had started this whole adventure, as was often the case where Duck was involved. Fakir had been reading her a story from a book he had borrowed from Autor when Fakir mentioned that he had never been to a mountain before. The hero of the story had to climb over a mountain range to rescue his fair maiden and Fakir couldn't help but wonder what it was really like. Duck looked at him with big, wide eyes and shook her head, she never migrated like the other ducks so she had rarely strayed from Gold Crown. But that had set her thinking and it wasn't long before Duck started insisting, in her own way, that she wanted to go see the mountains. It had taken a while to arrange for a long weekend trip and Fakir wasn't sure how worthwhile it would be but he couldn't keep his heart from melting whenever Duck excitedly mimed about how wonderful their trip would be.
"From here the mountains look so blue," Fakir murmured to himself, his right hand twitched in Duck's feathers. There it was again, the desire to write. Maybe a story, maybe a record of their journey, or maybe just a composition about what shade of blue the mountains they were heading towards were. It was a familiar feeling, but Fakir didn't trust himself to write on the train so he just let the words flood his mind, murmuring to himself once in a while as the train's gentle swaying and rhythmic clickity-clack lulled him into a daze.
From here the mountains look so blue, but it's such a soft, faded blue that's not at all like the blue of the sky around them. Such a bright, light blue the sky is, like it always is. The soft feathery clouds are white, but their undersides have some color. Blue so washed out it's nearly gray, but they're still just barely blue, like the mountains. The lake we're passing is blue too, a mirror perfectly reflecting the blue sky above that also adds its own shine to dazzle the eye. Even the trees look blue, they're so far on the other side of the lake. They're fading away into the same gray-blue of the mountains. Everything is so blue, the whole world is blue. My whole world is blue, blue, blue.
I'm blue without you.
Hello my lovelies! Fakiru week is here! And I couldn't be more excited! If you don't know what's going on there is more information in my profile including a link to the DA club that has all the prompts posted and waiting for you. In celebration here is the first prompt: blue. Yes, I did write that whole thing just for the last line. Yes, it is total sap and cheese. Yes, I'm quite shameless about it. I hope others take part and the rest of you enjoy the festivities, there's gratuitous amounts of fluff ahead!
I was listening to a track from a movie that involved riding a train at one point and was about to change it to something a bit more inspirational when I was hit with the image of Fakir riding an old train with a sleeping Duck in his lap and just started tapping away, it's strange what inspirations will hit you.
Disclaimer: Princess Tutu and all related characters belong to Ikuko Itoh, I am not making a profit from this as it was done as a fanwork in celebration of Miss Itoh's wonderful creation.