A/N

This really sucks. But some parts are decent, and I would probably get murdered by my editor if I didn't, so I decided to put it up.

Sooo, I started this way back in January. And it's my first real fanfiction. So concrit is greatly appreciated. Also, there are probably errors in this chapter, my spell-check was spazzing out on me.

God, this chapter's so rushed -_-

I'll do the disclaimer and stuff in the ending A/N.

Return

Fakir frowned down at the paper on the desk and grit his teeth with frustration. So close, and yet so far, he thought. It wasn't like the words weren't flowing, or anything. He could probably even complete it now, even. Yet he was having second thoughts.

Should I go through with this? he asked himself, glancing at the bird absently preening herself next to him. I have no idea how much her friends remember her, or how far behind she has gotten in class. Not to mention he had no idea how old might be in human form now. He shuddered, picturing a 20-year-old Duck appearing next to him. 6 months equals how many duck years?

There was also a feeling, a knight's instinct perhaps, that something very bad was about to happen. Something he didn't want her in the middle of.

But then Fakir remembered dancing with her in the Lake of Despair, how she had so desperately wanted to remain a girl but had chose to give that up to save Mytho. He had no right to deny her her greatest wish, if he could give it to her. Anyway, the Raven was dead, so it wasn't like anything could come out of nowhere and attack, seeing the town was still far away from any other human civilization. No, he must be wrong about that. Plus, he had other, more selfish reasons for wanting her human. As much as Fakir loved Duck the bird and Princess Tutu, it was Duck's girl form who truly held his heart.

I love you… do you feel the same?

Fakir was about to start writing again when he realized how exactly she would appear once transformed. He would have a lot of explaining to do to Charon if a naked girl showed up out of nowhere in his room. Trying to keep the blush off of his face, Fakir called her over to him. Duck watched curiously as he pulled out a Goldkrone academy girl's uniform from his dresser.

"It's not like that!" he protested, seeing the look on her face. ''I have this for in case you became human again, and not for anything else" She raised her eyebrows as if to say Oh really?

"Yes! Now put this on. More likely than not, you will be human by tomarrow morning. And I'm not taking any chances." For once she did not protest, and put on the clothing as best as she could as a waterfowl.

True to his word, Fakir finished the final sentence shortly before dawn, after several hours of careful word selection, revison and editing. One bad sentence and all his work would be for nothing. She could become a hippo, for heavens sake. At least Autor wasn't here going on and on aboout the wonderfulness of Drosselmyer. After his previous encounter, he had no love for the old writer.

Almost imeadiately after the last word was written, Duck began to feel a familiar tingling sensation as her arms and legs legthened. She looked down at herself. She was a girl again! True, she seemed a year older, maybe around 14 or 15, but that was still better that being trapped as a bird for the rest of her life. And now she was only a year younger than Fakir.

Fakir watched her look down at her self and smiled. He had never felt such pure joy, even when had Mytho defeated the Raven.

"Fakir, I-" she was cut off by the dark haired teen pulling her forward and hugging her close. Later, he would look back at that moment and regret not kissing her.

Far away, in a castle in another kingdom, Rue's head snapped up. She looked anxiously out of the ornate window in the general direction of the town they used to live.

"Something wrong?" asked Mytho, squeezing her hand. "Is it because of those dreams you've been having lately?"

"No," she replied, leaning on his shoulder lovingly, but also was hiding a frown at the mention of her nightmares. "I just have this feeling that something really good just happened!" Her brow creased. "But still. . ." she shook her head. Better to be safe than to be sorry. "Tell the servants to pack our bags. We need to go back to GoldKrone."

Drosselmyer chuckled with glee. "You know what this means!" he said, turning to Uzura.

"What-zura?" The young girl had stayed with him after the story ended, although she was considerably less "fun" than he would have hoped. He found himself wishing time and time again that Edel was still alive.

"That a new story is beginning. Oh, this is going to be wonderfully tragic!" he cried as the gears slowly began to spin again.

And in a dark space underneath GoldKrone, another force sensed her presence.

"So . . . She's back. Time to put our little plan into action." the evil voice said, and began to laugh.

Chapter One END

A/N

Me: Hello, everybody! This is where random stuff will be talked about. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

Autor: Foreshadow much? *snicker*

Me: Oh and Autor is here too. Yay. *secretly fangirls*

Autor: Whatever. Why am I not in this chapter? As Fakir's writing advisor, I-

Me: I'm waiting until the third chapter to start having my fun with you *evil chuckle*

Autor: Uh, I'm going to say what I was brought here to say now. *clears throat* The author owns none of the characters of Princess Tutu, or the show itself. She is just using them for her own sick idea of amusement, and the hopeful entertainment of others. She would like to thank everyone who writes Tutu fanfiction, as they are all hugely inspiring. There, I said it. Happy?

Me: Sick idea of amusement? Why you little-

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