* Once again, I do not own Princess Tutu, nor the characters of Fakir or Ahiru/Duck*

*You might be wondering why I labeled this as mature, it is mainly because later on in the story there will be vulgar language and some smut happening ^_~ *


Chapter Two: La Réflexion Miroirs

A wise warrior was once asked "If you have two mirrors facing each other, what do you see?". The wise warrior pondered on this question for many days, and to no avail was able to answer the question. He traveled back to his beloved queen, and asked her with all his pride, what do you see in a mirrors reflection?

Fakir crouched down to the level of the lakes shore, meeting eye to eye with the ducks gaze. He could almost see warmth and happiness emitting from her blue eyes, but at the same time his own reflection within the ducks eyes was empty, a shadow of his former self. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some crumbled bread, and lightly tossed them into the water. He watched the duck slowly paddle towards the floating crumbs, a smile slowly emerging on his face.

"I am so glad you are here Duck, it has been so lonely here the past few days. I can't seem to keep focus while writing my tales any more..."

Fakir looked down at the bread crumbs watching parts of them slowly sink deeper into the lake. Suddenly Duck dunked her entire body into the water gobbling up the sinking bread, startling Fakir and breaking his chain of depression. She resurfaced her head, and very clumsily knocked off the beads of water from her golden coat.

Chuckling but still in an irritated tone Fakir asked "Did you do that on purpose, to take my mind off of something?"

He waited for some response from her, but nothing. She looked at him, and then continued to peck away at the remaining crumbs at the surface. His eyes saddened and he slowly stood up from his crouched position. After all this time, she is still nothing but a god damn duck... Cracking his back on his way up, he took a few moments to stare at the clear, brilliant blue sky. How strange...Ever since I moved out here, there has never been a cloud in the sky. How can this be? Fakir shrugged the notion out of his mind as he looked once more at his beloved Duck. She was now perched next to his boots, pecking at his pants, begging for him to stay some more.

"Duck, you know I can't stay." Fakir clenched his hands tightly, If I could Ahiru, I would.

Her eyes stared at him, once again with warmth that touched his heart, but he couldn't stare back into those gems. Every time he looked at Duck, his heart would swoon and beg for him to just write her back into his life, so that he could feel her touch grasping at his shoulders, to hear her quirky voice utter his name in confusion, all reasons that were selfish and for no one but himself. This was the reason he would not bring her back, because if he allowed himself one ounce of selfish pleasure, then even he did not know how long it would be till his stories were written entirely for his own entertainment. That was a fate he would not allow befall these lands once again.

"Stop looking at me like that! You are nothing but a duck, a plain and simple duck that could never know anything about love..."

Tears flowed down his cheeks, his hands and body shaking convulsively. A sharp pain stabbed him in his chest and he grabbed ferociously at the pain. What is, what is this pain? The pain intensified to a point that Fakir could no longer hide his screams of agony. Duck started flapping her little wings and squawking at the top of her lungs. She didn't understand what was happening to Fakir, and why he had said such hurtful words to her.

Fakir bellowed a sound that chilled Duck to her core. His eyes filled with visible blood vessels, which gave him the appearance of a mad man. The echoing yell travelled far through the woods, disturbing every bird that was resting high on the tree tops. Flocks flew past the lake while Fakir slumped down to the ground, to Duck he looked just like a puppet that had just been cut free from a stages strings.

Fakir grasped for breath, reaching slowly towards Duck who was now frustrated and desperately trying to comfort the collapsed Fakir. His hand outreached towards her, begging for Ahiru to grab his hand, but all she could do was offer her small fragile wing. It was at this moment that there gazes met, and both were staring into each other eyes, seeing nothing but their own reflections. I wish you were here with me Ahiru, I wish you were here. As Fakir fell into unconsciousness he swore he heard her say something, but he couldn't be sure as the darkness swiftly caressed him to sleep.

Fakir! Oh, Fakir please wake up. I don't want to lose you forever. I want to be Ahiru again…


A.N: Hi Guys! Sorry this chapter was a tad short, but while I was going over it, I really could not bind myself into continuing after that scene. I felt like it would have ruined the mood I had worked up to =] Feel free to review and leave comments, as I am adjusting even more to , I am feeling more and more comfortable working out kinks in the layout and everything3

-Sam R. Lori