Aneko: Annnnnnnnd I'm back to Princess Tutu!!! I wasn't planning on writing another one for PT, but this idea kinda hit me and wouldn't go away, so, heheh, here it is.
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Fakir -cough -I mean Princess Tutu, I don't. I don't own any of it. Got it?
Princess Tutu: Chapter of Flight
Chapter one
Ahiru meandered aimlessly about on the lake's surface, looking up at the sky. It was a normal, routine day.
…Well, as normal as it can get when one is a duck; for that is what Ahiru was.
Ahiru looked toward the dock and let out a little sigh. She was waiting for someone, and though it would be a while until he came, she waited nonetheless.
Fakir was her only company now, and she was sorely lonely whenever he was at class. Although he had offered to stop going, she outright refused. While she was lonely, she also knew that it was unfair to take up every minute of Fakir's time.
Though she had willingly given up her human form to save Mytho, she still missed it. She had known she would, even when she had made the decision.
Now, as she floated along in the water, she felt that feeling come back. It was like there was an empty hole in her chest where the human girl used to be. She could no longer talk, was no longer remembered, and her dancing was even worse than it had been before.
Every day, she struggled with this feeling. She was glad Mytho had his heart back- she wouldn't have it any other way- but she couldn't deny missing being human.
Ahiru was distracted by a bird singing. Looking up, she smiled as she listened to the little song. Deciding she had had enough of the water, she stepped onto the shore, shaking her yellow feathers dry a bit before going to sit in the shad.
Ahiru blinked, looking up. She had ended up falling asleep. Getting up, she saw Fakir sitting at the dock writing and marched over.
"Quack! Quack quack?!" She gestured to herself, then jabbed a wing back at the spot where she had been sleeping.
Fakir shrugged. "You looked happy. I didn't want to wake you up."
"Qua." Ahiru muttered under her breath, going to float around the lake again.
Fakir smiled an amused little half-smile, then returned to writing. He wrote a lot now, after Ahiru had convinced him to, for Mytho. It was in his blood after all.
It was also just practice. Aotoa had said that with more practice he could become stronger. It wasn't power he wanted; no, he was content to let the world go on by itself. What he wanted was to keep anyone like Drosselmeyer from taking advantage of his power and use it to cause problems.
Now, he wrote easily, and found it easy to always write a happy ending. Occasionally, if he got stuck, he would stop and watch Ahiru for a bit, then be able to pick up the story again. It never failed. Of course, he would have a hard time telling her that.
Occasionally, as he wrote, Fakir could feel power flowing through the words, and he knew that they were coming true. Which is why he never left a story unfinished, sometimes ending up sitting at his desk by lamplight, long after Charon and Ahiru had gone to bed. Sometimes, he couldn't tell whether a story was coming true or not, so he finished it just in case. He figured that it was because he was still somewhat inexperienced.
The sun shone down upon the pair, and a light breeze blew gently through the clearing.
Fakir's current story was about a girl who loved to sing. She spent a long time trying to find something that she was good at, until she realized that she had her singing. The story ended with her content with the gift she already had.
Fakir put down the cream-colored quill, watching as Ahiru swam around the lake. When she noticed him watching her, she paddled over, coming up onto the dock to smile at him. Fakir smiled back.
Ahiru blinked as she heard something on the eddge of her hearing. She turned her head and looked up at the sky.
"Ahiru?"
Ahiru looked back at Fakir as he called her name.
"Quack! Quack quack!" (Fakir! I thought I heard something!) Ahiru pointed up with her wing, then looked up at the sky. Fakir looked up too, and they both scanned the heavens. Fakir became aware of a small dot, high up in the sky that was steadily growing larger. There was also a high-pitched keening whistle that was getting louder-it was no wonder Ahiru had heard it first.
As it got closer, Fakir was surprised to see that the object was engulfed in blue fire, making it look like a cerulean comet.
He held his arms up in front of his face as he was hit with a blast of heat, wind and light. In an explosion of water and steam, the comet hit the lake and was extinguished, smoke still rising.
"Quack!" Fakir heard a splash, and looked down, to see that Ahiru had fallen off the dock in surprise.
"Baka!" Fakir said, fishing her out, then waded in to the water cautiously to see what the comet had brought. What they saw was so unexpected it made Fakir drop his guard and forget about anything suspicious.
There, caught by a bed of reeds and looking as though she were sleeping, was a girl.
A few strands of pale golden hair were stirred by the gentle breeze, the rest floating in the water around her. Her alabaster skin looked fragile, especially in the sunlight. Her form was so petite she looked like a small child. On her forehead lay a brilliant green stone, set on a colg chain that wrapped around her head like a circlet. She was garbed in a simple white dress that hid her feet, with sleeves that flared widely at the elbow to her wrists.
Taking advantage of Fakir's initial surprise, Ahiru jumped out of his arms and swam concernedly over to the girl. She looked at her closely, then sighed in relief when she noted that the girl was still breathing.
"Quack quack!" Fakir looked at Ahiru, his surprise gone, to see her gesturing from the girl to the bank.
Fakir nodded, picking the girl up and walking back to the shore with Ahiru right behind him. Fakir set the child leaning against a tree so that the sun could warm her.
After a few minutes, her eyes flickered and opened, revealing two deep, emerald green eyes.
"Who…saved me…?" Her voice was quiet and musical, with the high tone of a child's voice. Her gaze went slowly to Fakir, then Ahiru.
"Ahiru. You're Ahiru." It was a statement, not a question. "And you're Fakir." Ahiru quacked in surprise that the girl knew both their names.
Fakir frowned. "Who are you?" He asked.
Aneko: DUN DUN DUN!!! Sorry, I know it's a cliffhanger. I hate them too, but there was no better place to put the ending…the next chapters will get longer, I hope. If school is nice to me, I may get the next chap. up soon, but in all likelihood, not until this weekend.
