Edited: 11/2/14
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Title: Princess Tutu: Our Hearts Are One
Category: Anime/Manga ยป Princess Tutu
Characters: {Ahiru x Fakir} AND {Rue x Mytho/Siegfried}
Author: Windeen
Language: English
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Fantasy
Published: 08-15-14
Chapters: Ongoing
Words: Ongoing
A/N:
If you read this and happen to like the anime/manga: Fairy Tail by Hiro Mashima... Please have a look at my other Fanfictions. They are centered around the couple of: Doranbolt/Mest Gryder and Wendy Marvel. I'd appreciate reviews here and there if you read both. However, please read the note at the end of this chapter, in regards to that fic of mine, BEFORE going to read it, or flaming me.
The disclaimer, located at the bottom of this chapter.
Needless to say though; I own nothing in relation to the anime &/or manga that this FanFic is about.
About this fanfic:
If I receive good reviews and don't lose my nerve.
Helpful/Kind Critiques & Opinions are appreciated.
This fic takes place a number of years after the end of the anime.
So there are going to be spoilers for the anime.
Please read the final Author's Note at the bottom of this chapter before reviewing ^^;
Also, Please noite-that I am trying my very best to keep them all in character, however, there are likely times that they may seem OOC. If there are, I am sorry. I am trying my very best to make sure they all stay IN character.
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The relationships & pairings in this, are, as follows:
Romantically-
Mytho x Rue
Fakir x Ahiru
Male OC(connected with Mytho & Fakir) x Female OC(connected with Mytho & Ahiru)
Friendships-
Ahiru x Rue
Fakir x Mytho
Fakir x Ahiru x Mytho
Full Summery-
"A story's birth is a sudden event.
The start, a happy accident.
The end, the fate for which it's meant."
Those words rang through Fakir's mind, each time he tried to write, to make Ahiru human, once more. With a new story.
After many years of attempts. Help, finally arrives.
In a way they hadn't expected.
Another adventure starts for the four friends.
A new girl appears, before them.
Princess Rue (The black-swan princess), vanishes from her palace home in Mytho's kingdom, while he is away.
They have many questions, but not many answers:
#1: Who took prince Siegfried's wife, Rue, and why?
#2: Can the friends find her in time?
#3: Will helping Rue require another sacrifice?
#4: Who is this strange new, dark haired girl?
#5: What is her connection with Fakir & Ahiru?
#6: Did she have anything to do with the disappearance of the princess?
#7: Can Ahiru retain her human form, once she achieves it again?
Many more will arise as time marches on.
The future of: "the kingdom of the swans" depends on a group of 5 people:
#1: A heart-broken prince who lost his light of hope.
#2: A princess of light: Unsure of herself, torn from the light & her true love by evil.
#3: 2 dark princesses: one a twin torn from her sibling and the man she loved, long ago. The other, stuck in a deep despair, once more.
#4: A knight, who would rather hold a quill than a sword, who would do ANYTHING to protect the life, of the woman he loved.
#5: And... a small yellow duck. Who wants to be human: so that she may love the man that she cares for, properly.
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Full Quote:
Edel From "Princess Tutu (Anime)" ~
"A story's birth is a sudden event.
The start, a happy accident. The end, the fate for which it's meant.
A story that never ends is a cruel thing."
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Chapter #1- Once Upon A Time... Again.
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Once upon a time, there was a duck. She was a small, ordinary yellow duck to anyone who saw her, however, she fell in love with a boy. A human boy. He was elegant and so very sad looking, to her curious blue eyes.
She wished to understand what saddened him so, wished to aid this boy- to stop his suffering, Whatever it may have been.
She was soon granted the ability to change her form, into that of a human girl. A girl, but still, one with a VERY duck like- personality.
Despite her, decidedly, still Duck-Like traits, once she became a human, she tried to befriend the boy.
She joined the same school for the arts as he, enrolled in the same classes- even though she had 2 left feet (and couldn't walk properly without falling on her face or backside) let alone dance the elegant art of ballet, properly. Soon, however, she found that she was too shy to approach him.
His best friend and girlfriend made it very hard to be near him, as well, when she tried.
She soon found out that he was a prince, who had come from a story-book, once out; he'd given his heart and along with it; his memories, up to try and seal an evil monster away...
She then realized she could make another transformation, shortly after this revelation.
She could turn into "Princess Tutu".
Another character, she was told, from the same story as the prince, and the monster raven.
As Tutu she found she had powers, ballet ability (coordination along with it) and was no longer as shy, awkward and duck-like. She had become the ugly duckling that had turned into a swan. Something so beautiful and graceful.
As Princess Tutu- she did her best to help the boy. There were some misunderstandings along the way.
However, his own friend started working with her, over the course of their story, she and the knight- who was the boy's friend; began to fall in love. She realized she hadn't really loved the prince- but felt sorry for how sad he'd looked.
When it came time to save the prince- she gave up her "Tutu" persona, as well as her human one. In order to fully restore his heart, memories and powers to him.
Once again just a duck, she lived her days out with the boy/knight that she HAD fallen in love with.
For the most part- they were happy, though unable to communicate or share their feelings properly.
Thus the sad story of the duck and the young knight she loved, concluded... Or did it...?
Prince Mytho and his new bride, Rue, had gone to his kingdom. She became his princess, they lived happily ever after... Or...?
As for Ahiru- she and Fakir remained together- as he had promised her, living not so happily, but fairly content.
She was no longer able to dance elegantly... But she could dance in her own ducky-way. Her legs were once again very short, and her feet, so very webbed.
Her hands were once again wings only- useless for anything, other than flying and miming some ballet signs.
Her mouth replaced with a speechless beak, only capable of saying:
"Quack! QUACK! Qua... ACK!"
On the days when he and Ahiru went out to the pond, she would often spend time with other ducks. He feared those days, sometimes. Feared that she would forget she loved him, and, that she would want to live her life out with a male duck.
The only thing that Fakir could use to be sure she was HIS "Ahiru" on those days, among all of the other ducks, was her beautiful blue eyes, they were still big, honest, innocent.
A very beautiful cerulean blue color.
Very open eyes. Without hiding any of her thoughts from him, he just LOVED looking into those eyes, even if they were now the eyes of a creature that was just... A duck.
A duck is a duck. Another way he told her apart from other ducks was: A blue ribbon she wore around her neck that matched her eyes.
She also was aging. Much faster than a human boy, like him.
By the time he was 21 years old, Fakir still had his hair in the same longish black/green, very messy, ponytail.
Ahiru had once said she liked it that way.
His eyes were a deep forest/emerald green, he still looked lovingly at Ahiru; she could lose herself in his eyes.
He had gotten only a bit taller, since the events that transpired with Mytho and Rue. His legs were still long and elegant looking, also he still had the body of a dancer- despite the fact that he was more often than not, working on, and learning to write properly...
Though Ahiru still found him practicing ballet, which she knew he'd grown to love, and had not just been doing it to keep an eye on Mytho
He was even taking on roles in the local theater at times in order to earn money via his wonderful dancing abilities.
Most young women who saw him still thought he was a bad boy- however he was the kind that could be forgiven because of his looks...
Despite that, he refused to date anyone, even when mobbed by, mostly female, fans after a performance, he'd just push threw the mob and go to his dressing room, thanking them for their support.
Then, emerging in street clothes with... A duck, sitting on his shoulder or under his arm, he'd fight his way out and head home... With his duck.
To outsiders, it looked only like he was obsessed with his small, aging pet duck. He would often be heard by others, here or there, talking softly to the duck. If people were nosey enough and listened long enough and hard enough, they would have heard her own soft, responsive quacks and seen the way she listened to him so intently.
There had also been rumors going around that he "swung the other way" as far as his sexual orientation was concerned, people thought that he was not interested in women... It was, in fact, the exact opposite.
He loved the attention the female members of the town gave him. And would never deny that if asked. Even if Ahiru had been the one asking.
However, his heart was solidly set on someone he may never have a chance to be with, in the physical way he wanted.
He had dreamed about her every night. But they were only dreams and added to his sexual frustration. In those dreams, she was human again, his clumsy sweet Ahiru.
And he'd show her how much he loved her in those dreams.
When he woke up and realized, it was just a dream, that was when he felt the most lonesome.
Sometimes he thought he might love her too much. It frightened him, at times. And, like most young men his age, he'd been tempted many times to go to the town's red light district.
However, it wasn't in him to cheat on Ahiru... While they'd never spoken about it, it was cheating as far as he was concerned. So he only passed it, without visiting the businesses there. He loved his Ahiru.
That was all there was to it, and there was no helping it.
He was now living on his own, with his beloved duck.
His foster father had died several months before the start of this story, due to an illness. Fakir and his other relative, Autor, had both been ill. Half the town had. Well... Half the human residents, most of the animals, of varying kinds, were fine, including Ahiru.
She'd done her best to nurse Charon and Fakir, but Fakir seemed to be the most ill at the time, even his foster father had been helping her care for the boy when he fell into a semi-coma like state due to the extreme fever.
She didn't notice that he was more ill than Fakir until he collapsed one day while heading to check on his son. She had been following him, wanting to help as usual, and he'd been telling her that he thought Fakir seemed a bit better... Then he was on the floor and all Ahiru could do was run around in a frenzy and quack.
Fakir eventually managed to come to, something about the tone of her voice, and the fear that she might be hurt or ill pulled him out of the fevered state he had been in and to his feet. He managed to get out to her, but when he got there and tried to wake his father up, he found him already gone.
He'd managed to snag her from her frantic circle-running and chuckled softly he petted her feathers.
"You're more like a chicken when you run around like that,"
He had said lightly, leaning against the wall.
She'd looked up at him then, and he smiled weakly. His eyes very sad.
"You shouldn't run around like a chicken with... Its head chopped off..."
He murmured, and she blinked, widening her eyes as tears started rolling down his cheeks, soon, he had buried his face in her soft yellow feathers and was sobbing as he hugged her to him, his legs giving out as he slid to the floor.
She knew then, glancing back at his foster father's body, that the man was gone, she leaned into Fakir's arms and cried with him softly.
It had taken a few months, but gradually, after his father's funeral, and all of the others that the town needed.
After the illness ran its course, things went back to how they'd been. Ahiru was quite old now, as far as ducks went.
Fakir feared losing her above all else, even more so than his own death. He even planned on ending his life when her's ran out. Because he loved her so much he found the thought of being without her unbearable.
He didn't care if she was a duck and he was a human.
He'd been alone and frightened before. He didn't wish to have that happen again.
He was sure, that if/when she died. He'd soon follow her by his own hand.
The young former knight, had spent the last few years learning to write properly from Autor, his relation..
Every day, he and Ahiru spent their time together. When he wasn't learning to write a living story that was...
Each evening, before bed, he'd try over and over again to write her a story so she'd be human again. On a few occasions, he saw her sparkle, her form became unfocused, and then, she'd glow. But after that, nothing ever came of it.
More than half the time, he and Ahiru would cry themselves to sleep, together with her cradled in his strong arms.
He'd cry because he'd once again failed her.
She'd cry because he'd promised her that he would kill himself when she died, She didn't want her love to do that, and he knew she didn't want it. But he knew, without a doubt, that he'd be dead one way or the other if she was taken from him.
Oh, how he so HATED Drosselmeyer for doing this to them.
He deserved more pain when the bookmen had chopped off his hands, he should have had to suffer as each finger was severed from his body - than he could have been allowed to die.
Meanwhile, Mytho and Rue had gotten married, his kingdom loved her, she'd become a wonderful princess. He adored her, as much as his people had.
However, neither of them was as carefree as they seemed to their subjects. Both often spent hours at night looking through books in his vast library, for mention of a spell to change the form of a living creature who desired it.
So far, in the last 4 years, they had found some possibilities, but none of their tests, thus-far, had worked... They knew that Fakir and Ahiru had sacrificed a lot for the sake of the both of them. In the meanwhile, Rue had been undergoing magic lessons, since she had an affinity for it.
This night, was different though, they'd been sitting silently, reading book after book and chapter after chapter for many, many hours, in Mytho's library.
So, when Mytho- (Known as Prince Siegfried, to everyone but Rue, Ahiru and Fakir) finally cursed under his breath and slammed the large book he'd been reading, closed; Rue had shrieked in fright and looked at him.
"M-Mytho...?"
She asked a little hesitantly.
He shook his head, his sad eyes closed and he sighed.
"Ahiru will die if we can't fix this, she's getting so very old..."
He said with a shuddering breath.
"If that happens, Fakir will kill himself. I just know he will... Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, love."
He added as he reached out to caress her cheek, she leaned into his hand- then sighed.
"We're both tired, shall we go to bed?"
She asked him gently.
"We can continue this tomorrow... I want to help them as badly as you do... We owe it to them- after everything they gave up for us."
She pointed out as he nodded- hesitantly, and got up, they left their books there, and, together, left the room.
Before Mytho shut the door, he turned around and snapped his fingers, the torches in the room shimmered and snuffed themselves out and then all was dark when he closed the door.
Approximately 15 minutes after the royal couple left, a young woman appeared, seemingly from nowhere, she stood beside the table with the books.
She wore all black, had black hair with a reddish tinge to it. Her hair fell down her back in a long braid.
Her eyes were bright blue/green and she was very pretty & petite.
She whispered a spell and a small ball of light flickered to life floating about 3 inches above the palm of her left hand.
She walked over to a book. She read a few pages, keeping her ears directed at the hall, listening for sounds of someone coming.
Finally, she shook her head. She gathered the books with one hand as she muttered the term: "Idiots," Then she put them neatly away and then went to another row of books, she looked for about 20 minutes and finally found what she was seeking.
After retrieving it from the very last top shelf, she laid it where the other books had been.
She opened the book to the center. Placed a bookmark there and left it open.
Then she smiled and extinguished her light.
"Now, maybe the story will progress the way it should..."
Then suddenly she was gone.
The next morning Rue awoke to Mytho shaking her excitedly.
"Rue!"
He said happily, his eyes dancing!
"You finally did it. I didn't know you'd gotten out of our bed last night!"
He said, kissing the half asleep young woman. She blinked in surprise.
"Huh?"
She said, stretching and yawned as she sat up.
"You found the spell we need for Fakir and Ahiru!... D-Didn't you?"
He said, looking a bit crestfallen when she blinked at him in confusion.
"N-... N-No, I was here, asleep."
She said carefully.
"Then, how did the right book show up on the table in the library?"
He asked, now sounding very confused. She just shrugged.
"I've no idea, honestly... But, does it matter?"
She said softly. Mytho was biting his lip. It worried him somewhat. They had never told anyone in the palace about Ahiru and Fakir let alone about the predicament Ahiru was in... So who could have done it...?
Well, he supposed he could find out, another time.
"Yes, I suppose you're right... Anyway- after breakfast, I'll get ready, and go to Goldkrone town"
He added, She nodded, and stretched.
"I can't wait to see Ahiru again..."
She said then rested a hand on her stomach.
"I wonder what she'll say when she finds out!"
She added softly, with a slight glow of pride to her face.
He smiled, leaned over on the bed and kissed her softly and lovingly.
"I want to see Fakir's reaction too, when I tell him he'll be a godfather."
He said softly.
"And Ahiru, a godmother. Will... Will they be willing to live in this world?"
She asked softly.
They hadn't seen either, Ahiru, or Fakir since they left in their swan-drawn carriage, years ago.
They didn't actually know if their friends were alive or not... Just the thought that they might have died, without the prince and princess knowing, brought tears to her eyes.
"I'm a horrible friend... I've always been a horrible friend!"
She said as her voice broke, she sniffled and sobs suddenly started shaking her body as Mytho pulled her into a hug, attempting to hide his own tears and fears- which he shared with his wife.
Once he was sure his own voice was under control, he sighed, kissing her head as he gently rubbed her back.
"I'll go to their world after we have something to eat, I'll contact you immediately if either one or both of them are dead. Or if anything un-expected at all has happened there."
He said gently and honestly. She sniffled and nodded.
"I know you will... I just wish I can go back, with you."
She smiled as she looked up at him, hoping he'd change his mind and let her come, though she knew it was a foolish hope...
He gently brushed at her tear stained cheeks with his thumbs, as he framed her face with his hands.
"I know, but it's unsafe in your condition..."
He pointed out. She reluctantly nodded.
Then got up to go get washed up and dressed for the day.
Hours later, Rue watched, with an unfamiliar feeling of worry in her stomach, as Mytho opened a portal between the worlds and stepped through.
She had a horrible feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong.
But she had no idea exactly HOW wrong, it would go.
Ahiru was sitting in Fakir's chair, the one for his writing desk, She'd been lightly dozing, but when a bright light suddenly hit her face, she looked up, over the edge of his desk.
Her blue eyes widened as she looked at Mytho. He looked a bit disoriented, he blinked and looked around the room.
"Quack!?"
She said and jumped onto the desk, he jumped back a bit, somewhat startled and looked at her.
"A... Ahiru?"
He asked and she jumped into his arms, the force almost causing him to fall backwards. Shocking for such a small bird.
"It's good to see you as well my friend..."
He said hugging her.
She snuggled under his chin, quacking softly. After a few moments of that she looked up at him, with questioning eyes.
"Where is Fakir?"
He asked, he gently sat her on the desk of the young man in question.
She blinked, knowing full well that trying to tell him that the young knight had gone to buy dinner, and would be back soon- would be a useless endeavor.
He sighed again, looking around, he supposed that Fakir was ok, otherwise she would have done more than look at him with her disarming blue eyes.
"I'd rather have waited for him to get here, but I have a feeling that time is not on our side."
He said more to himself, she blinked, cocking her head at him.
Unclasping his royal purple cloak, gently secured it loosely around her tiny neck, just under the blue bow, then pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.
She watched in happy confusion as he started reciting some words in a strange pattern in a combination of German and French.
After a moment she started glowing, she hopped off the desk in alarm, the cloak coming off, she felt strange. Mytho did not notice because he had his eyes focused on the paper.
Down the stairs, the door was heard opening and closing, just as Mytho said the last word of the spell.
"Ahiru? I'm home!"
Came Fakir's voice from the floor below.
"Q-QU...WRAC...K-K...KIRRRRR!"
She let out a strange quick, which Mytho found painful to hear-it caused him to cover his ears with both hands, but when he looked up, she seemed fine, a beautiful young girl was laying on the floor, half under the cloak, and very naked. She appeared to be between the ages of 16 & 18...
He didn't know how old she was as a duck, so he hoped he had done the spell correctly.
Of course, when Fakir had heard the strange sound, he dropped what he'd been carrying from the grocery store, dashing up the steps 3 at a time, he entered his office, fearing his beloved Ahiru was dying or dead.
What he saw made him freeze where he stood.
He stood in his doorway, blinking.
On the floor, seeming in pain, was an older, but still small, version of a human Ahiru.
Hunched over her, sat Mytho, looking very concerned. As Fakir watched, Mytho looked up. Worry etched on his face.
"Fakir, I... I seem to have caused her pain..."
He said; his own words sounding as if they hurt, the idea was horrible for him, Ahiru lay there, under his cloak sobbing and cringing as if in pain. Fakir tried to gather his thoughts, he walked over to them, gently pushed his old friend aside and scooped the sobbing and shaking girl up and into his arms. He silently left the room, Mytho hesitated and then followed him. The cloak was wrapped around her shaking body.
When Mytho caught up to them, he found himself in Fakir's room.
He watched as Fakir, sitting on the edge of his bed, he gently caressed her face in a soft, loving way as his eyes drank her appearance in.
She was in his bed, under the covers... The expression on his face showed obvious relief.
"F-Fakir?"
Mytho asked in his usual soft voice, concerned for her condition.
The dark-haired young man looked up at the prince, sighed and, kissing Ahiru's forehead, he got up, motioning for Mytho to follow him, closing the door gently behind them as they left the bedroom. She seemed to have fallen asleep, no longer cringing or crying, so he figured she was safe to leave for a few moments. Both young men walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
"D-Did I do something wrong, Fakir?"
Mytho finally asked, Fakir looked at him with an arched eyebrow.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. And I'm not sure if I should be mad at you or falling at your feet grateful."
He said honestly.
"Why are you here now? Is your kingdom alright? Is Rue?"
He continued, as he got some tea for Mytho. He was busying himself because his emotions were on edge. He was happy Ahiru seemed to be human again- however... He'd sworn to her that HE, Fakir, would change her back.
He was somewhat mad that Mytho had stolen that promise from him. However, He was relieved that she no longer had the lifespan of a simple little duck.
"Rue and the kingdom are alright- a-al... All of this time, she and I have been looking for a way to help Ahiru be human again... I'm sorry if we stepped on your toes Fakir..."
He said, not looking at his friend, Fakir narrowed his eyes at him.
"Idiot, Why did you want to help so badly?"
He asked, sitting a mug full of tea, in front of Mytho.
Mytho blinked and his hazel eyes looked up, meeting Fakir's forest green ones.
"I... That is, W-we wanted to repay you both for what you did for us. We love the two of you so much, you're both so dear to us, it wasn't right..."
He finally said.
"Our happiness came at the greatest cost to the both of you..."
He muttered, as he suddenly found his tea mug very interesting. He knew what the response he'd get would be:
"Idiot!"
Fakir said in a harsh whisper.
"Moron!"
He added sitting down across from Mytho.
"She and I... We did what we did because we care for the both of you, because the way my ancestor engineered things was horrible for all involved.
We wanted you and Rue to be happy."
Mytho looked up at that, seeing Fakir shaking with anger, he had his head resting in his hands, supported by his elbows on the table.
"We are happy... Rue's expecting our first child..."
He simply said. Fakir looked at him.
"Huh?"
"We are happy Fakir- we knew we had to be, for your sake, and ours, but that didn't mean we had to forget or forsake our beloved friends, It took time for me to make Rue understand that I love her, raven's blood or no raven's blood in her... For quite some time she feared getting pregnant, feared tainting the royal bloodline... But she's over that now and she's happy to be pregnant. We are both very happy. She's 7 months along now."
He added honestly. Fakir looked at him; he was about to ask Mytho something, but then both looked in the direction of the stairs as they heard soft steps, then a yelp and slamming as well as grants and an...
"OW!OW!OW!OOWOW! QUAAACKKKK!"
After a final crash- they blinked at each-other a few minutes, then Ahiru emerged with Mytho's cloak over her naked shoulders, holding it closed over her front so they didn't see her body. Her face was slightly red.
She looked shaky and tired & was limping a bit. Fakir jumped to his feet and went to her, pulling her into a gentle hug.
"Fakir.."
She breathed it like a prayer into his shirt as she hugged him back, forgetting her grip on the cloak and wrapping her arms around him, her naked body pressed to his clothed one, he was supporting most of her weight as she leaned into him. Mytho blushed when the cloak showed that she still was naked, he looked away.
"Ahiru..."
He heard Fakir say, hugging her and kissing the top of her head.
Mytho listened to them a few minutes with a smile on his face, however, he started feeling a strange sense of foreboding. So he got gracefully to his feet.
"Fakir, Ahiru... I'll be back in a bit. I need to let Rue know your both ok. And I'll see if she can lend you some clothes, Ahiru."
He said and they both nodded, gazing into each others eyes. Then they blinked and looked over at him as a flash of light signified that he opened a portal.
The portal closed behind him and Fakir's arms tightened around her.
"I never thought I'd hold you like this again."
He whispered as he tilted her face, she looked at him and then he was kissing her softly on the lips and she felt like she was melting. Her very first kiss. She'd had dreams of kissing him for so long now.
She leaned into his arms, blushing deeply as he began to deepen the kiss gently... She whimpered against his lips, however, he stopped, he gently pulled back and looked into her eyes.
"I missed you."
He said, resting his forehead against hers, She smiled and looked at him through. She never broke the contact of their foreheads.
"I'm glad I can talk to you again, Fakir..."
She said, reaching a hand up and caressing his face gently. After a few minutes he pulled away gently and took her hand in his own (with her other hand she held the cloak closed, as he gently pulled her into the sitting room. Once there he tossed a blanket like throw into her arms to further cover herself, he didn't want her uncomfortable... The 2 began talking, telling each other everything they hadn't been able to in the last 4 years.
They talked for a few hours, never stopping their touching as they caressed each other's arms, faces, anywhere they could touch and remain descent. Occasionally he'd cup her face gently with his hands and give her a sweet yet hungry kiss.
Some time later, another portal opened, they stopped talking and went to the kitchen when they saw the light from the portal, and soon they saw a young blond girl come through it.
She was dressed like a maid.
"Hello,"
She said this with a small curtsy.
"The prince asked me to bring these cloths for Lady Ahiru."
She said, offering a small bag with some of Rue's clothes.
"B-but Mytho said he'd come back."
Ahiru said and the maid blinked.
"M... Mytho?"
She asked, sounding puzzled, that's when Fakir sighed.
"Prince Siegfried's name here in our world if Mytho."
She nodded, but looked uneasy,
"When he came home to the palace, it seems that the princess had gone missing... He wished the 2 of you to come to our realm to help locate her."
She said and Fakir and Ahiru looked at each other, Ahiru nodded and went to change into Rue's clothes.
Once Ahiru had left Fakir looked at the maid.
"How could she just go missing?"
He demanded, she winced and backed up because of the tone of his voice, no one spoke to her like that before.
"I'm not sure, m... my lord."
She said curtsying again and he snorted at the title.
After that, silence fell on the room, he narrowed his eyes and glared at her-for some reason he got a strange feeling from her.
A short while later, Ahiru came down the stairs, once again tripping, but this time he caught her before she could land.
"You ok?"
He asked Ahiru, who nodded.
"Yeah, I'm worried about Rue..."
She said softly, tears already showing in her eyes, he sighed.
'You're far too kind to everyone but yourself... You moron...'
He thought then he looked at her clothes. She was wearing a summery dress and sandals.
Once again, her long hair was in a long braid. He looked at the maid.
"Alright, let's go then."
He said as he threaded his fingers through Ahiru's.
Together the two followed the maid through the portal into Mytho's kingdom.
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To Be Continued...
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Necessary Disclaimers Section:
Copyright/Ownership- The anime and manga of "Princess Tutu" are copyrighted properties of the mangaka/Authors: Mizuo Shinonome (Shinonome Mizuo),
Ikuko Ito (Ito Ikuko), Junichi Sato (Sato Junichi),
Also the anime and manga are copyrighted by those involved with the making of the anime and the publishing of the manga.
I claim no ownership. I just love the anime and the manga (The anime was better in my opinion though).
I came up with this idea after re-watching the anime for the 6th time.
About the other Fic of mine, that I mentioned before this chapter:
If, for some reason, you have a problem with them (as a couple) for one reason (usually, it's the (in my POV) reason caused by the common misconception, that he was already in his 20s, when he and she met. Anyway I have something more to say on that after this chapter) or another.
Then, I'd rather you not read that fic. Or, if you have a problem with it and DO read it anyway. I would rather not hear about your thoughts; if you send them as flames and without any respect.
If someone were to ask me for proof of his age, I have proof, based on info FROM the manga that all point to him having been only Natsu's age, or, perhaps, even younger than Natsu.
I am willing to state my proof if asked to do so.
Please Have patience with me, and my writing ability:
I am dyslexic. Some people, seem to be of the mindset, that Dyslexia can be cured.
That is severely incorrect.
A dyslexic, however, CAN learn to cope with whatever kind of Dyslexia he/she may have.
That person, can learn to cope with it, so well that, for the most part... it is NOT an issue.
Or at least, not a debilitating issue.
The brain would need to be COMPLETELY re-wired. To "cure" someone of it.
While I have been able to teach myself to read (able to read at the level of anyone my age without the disability/challenge), I seem to be unable to retain the info/rules of proper grammar and punctuation.
I can spell somewhat well... Minor mistakes here and there.
But, either I spent so much time forcing myself to learn to read... OR, I have some sort of a mental block. Where grammar and punctuation are concerned.
I regret that I am crappy at both of them.
Basically, I'm asking to not be flamed for this weakness and for you, the reader, to please have patients and understanding with me and try and tolerate my bad grammar and punctuation.
Thank you all in advance for your understanding.
I look forward to hearing from you!
~*~Windeen~*~
~*~Windy~*~