First Fan fiction

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Chapter of the girl: Das mädchen namens "Duck"

Duck stared sadly in the water, sighing to herself as she saw the reflection of her true self… a mere duck. The pond was quiet and still as usual with the occasional croak of a frog or the wind that twisted between the nine tails that hung over the edge of the pond. Wading aimlessly around the lake she remembered her adventures as a girl, as Princess Tutu, the days full of happiness when she went to ballet school with Pike, Lily, Mytho, Rue and…….Fakir. She even missed Mr Cat, despite his constant threats to marry her. However… those days were long gone, along with her true happiness. And although she had achieved what she thought was her ultimate wish, to bring a smile to the prince's face, she couldn't help but feel that something was missing, something that had developed deep inside heart during her time as a mortal.

Duck suddenly stiffened as she heard a crunching sound coming from behind her, slowly turning around to receive whatever the source of the sound was. Instantly relaxing when she turned around and saw it was only Fakir. He often visited her after school, it was really the only events she looked forward to in her life anymore. How she longed to be able to speak with him, to laugh with him, to dance with him….. He had become so handsome in the past four years since the era of Princess Tutu.

"Hello duck" he smiled, as he crouched down next to the lakes edge and offered her bread. Duck felt colour flush to her cheeks, as she looked up at Fakir's lean muscular body and into his deep green eyes, she quacked a happy, yet sorrowful reply accepting the gift from him. Sensing the small ducks unhappiness, Fakir gently lifted duck out of the water and pressed her against his chest enveloping her in his arms. Duck's blushed deepened and felt happiness well up inside her, leaning her head against his chest, where she listened to his heartbeat. She loved and never grew tired of Fakirs visits to the pond. She looked up sadly into his eyes and wished for nothing more than to be able to hug him back, being able to embrace him with her own two arms. She then suddenly felt herself losing consciousness and fading away in a pool of darkness.

"Quack, quack quaaack!?" she cried out, but her screams and pleas were in vain, as they were absorbed by the pitch blackness she was sinking into.

Fakir felt duck go limp, "Duck?, hey duck!" Fakir examined at the small bird. He started to shake her, attempting to wake her up from her sudden timeless slumber. Fakir began to panic, shaking her more and more violently and desperately in attempt to wake her up. Tears began to leak out of his eyes as realization hit him. But why? How? After numerous futile attempts to revive her he apprehended that she wasn't going to regain consciousness, and gently placing her into his lap, he began to douse the duck in his sadness. Stroking her now lifeless body and he reminisced about the time when he was crying, and she had come and cried with him, and realized that there would be no-one who would cry with him this time. Back then, she was so lively, always full of energy and happiness, the fact that he had grown to adore her seemed unavoidable. It was her energy and her spirit that had changed him for the better, and he had never been able to thank her for it. Fakir softly kissed the top of duck's head and buried his face in her feathers weeping pitifully. Suddenly a bright red light shone from inside duck's body, the blinding light then began spreading, illuminating the entire lake in a red sparkling blanket. Then in a split second, the light disappeared again leaving a faint mist covering the lake. Stunned, Fakir looked frantically around and realizing ducks body had disappeared from his lap. Panicking he stood up weightlessly and looked around the ground surrounding him and then at the lake. Is that something moving? squinting through the mist and treading into the water he saw a beautiful figure dancing. Even though it's dancing was hardly elegant, it was full of energy, passion and love. The figure had long, knee length peach hair, pale radiating skin, a small frame and long slim legs. Yet her eyes, even though big, beautiful and blue as the ocean, looked sad and lonely.

"Duck?"

"Duck!" Fakir screamed as he got to his feet and ran towards the dancing figure.

"Could it really be?, but she looks so grown-up… and.. so beautiful…."

At the sound of his voice the dancing figure stopped dancing and slowly turned around to face Fakir….