Well well! Here it is: the first chapter of my first fanfic! I gotta say, this is kind of exciting! Heh, anyway, this story is obviously a continuation of the ending of the canon series. Oh, I'm choosing to use the names they had from the English anime, which means she is Duck in this! I really hope you like it, and PLEASE R&R!

Pairings:
FakirxDuck
MythoxRue

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not, in any way, own Princess Tutu.

The sun shone through the thick leaves in a strange but beautiful pattern. It was dawn, a new day starting as it always did. Such peace. The quiet lake was still, with a few pond lilies floating around. A small yellow duck sat in the water, just waking up. She quacked softly and looked up at the small dock extended out into the lake. A wicker chair was placed on the edge, and a teenage boy with dark hair was sitting there. He was fast asleep still; head drooped down, a pen still clutched tightly in his hands. A large pile of papers covered his lap. This was the best time. The time when she could watch him sleep, when he had no fears, no stress. It was a pleasant change, from how she knew he often looked. For you see, this duck was no ordinary duck. She was a duck who was a girl, who was also a prima donna ballerina.

That may sound strange, but in this place, just outside of Goldcrown Town, it wasn't that surprising. This duck wasn't just duck, she was Duck. Duck watched her friend stir, awakened by the sun's rays. Fakir, she thought, pleased that she remembered. Duck tried her best, but she had been forgetting a lot. She was just a duck now, and her brain was a duck's brain. Her human memories were fading. Slowly, though. She resisted forgetting, everyday thinking of her friends, of everything. Mytho and Rue, who had gotten their happily ever after. They live in Mytho's fairytale kingdom now, and she was so happy for them. The pale haired Prince and the dark and lovely Raven Princess. Pike and Lilie, with bright hair and smiles. They often put her down, but in the most loving way. She knew they cared for her. Did they wonder where she was? Or had they forgotten her existence completely? Fakir, with his dark hair and hard green eyes. She would never forget him, she thought. Especially as long as he continued to stay with her, coming to the lake every day after school, sometimes staying so late that he fell asleep here. Writing her stories. It had almost been a year since she'd returned to her true form, and he'd been trying to change her back to no avail the whole time. She longed for her human form, to dance, to speak. But no luck.

Fakir was yawning, stretching his neck, no doubt sore from his sleep in the chair. He looked out onto the water and Duck could see a faint smile on his face. She loved this time as well. When he wasn't worrying, and he could see the beauty she saw. He looked down at her and their eyes met, staring for a while until his gaze flickered down, at the papers in his lap. She sighed inwardly. He shook his head angrily, his happy mood gone already. He tore up the top paper, tossing the shreds into the lake. He did that a lot. Duck watched the scraps become mushy trash as they dampened. She wished she could do something. But they couldn't even communicate. She could understand him just fine, but her quacks were lost on his ears. They got by though. Duck tore her gaze from the sinking paper, looking back at Fakir. He wouldn't meet her eyes again.

Fakir scowled at the blank papers in his lap. They were against him, fighting his attempts to bring Duck back into the human world. His mind wandered a bit, thinking back to the last time he'd seen her human. Short, with crazy pinkish red hair that never completely stayed down. Loud, with an impossibly high voice that sometimes gave him headaches. Blue eyes that were always full of hope and joy, even at the worst of times. She was strange, and obnoxious. They'd been enemies at one point. But now he was doing all he could to bring her back.

Almost a year now, since she'd changed back. Too long, he felt. Much too long. If he ever succeeded, would she look different? Of course, he answered himself. She'd look a bit older, as everyone did as time passed. Maybe taller. That was doubtful though. He sighed, a sadness overcoming him. He tried and tried, but there was no way. He needed to find something strong to keep her human, to form a pendant. A heart was his only choice. But no hearts were available. His own would be worthless, though he'd considered it for a long time. She was pure, lovely, and sweet. His dark, scarred heart would result in something awful. And he certainly couldn't just go steal some innocent person's heart. It was a dark, endless loop. He was ready to get out of it.

A quack from Duck pulled him from his thoughts. He looked down at her, registering the surprise and worry in her eyes. She was staring towards the woods to his left. He sat very still, listening. This time her heard it too. A snap of a twig, rustling of leaves. Someone, or something, was coming. He leaped up, grabbing his sword from where it lay beside him. Worthless knight or not, he wasn't going to sit out here without some form of defense. He held out the sword and waited, as whomever the intruder could be, pushed through the rest of the brush.