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I DO NOT OWN PRINCESS TUTU.

Fakir walked downstairs to find that Mytho had stopped by. (There was a note) Duck seemed happy at the moment too, but she also seemed far away, in her own world.

'Why wasn't I as happy as usual that Mytho came today? I haven't seen him in so long…'

"Duck?"

"QUACK!?" she yelped

"Idiot. Don't space out like that. You could walk into something."

'Then again' he thought, 'she probably will anyway, even if she isn't thinking of something else…'

"Quack…"

"I'm going to sleep. Are you coming?"

"Quack." She waddled up next to him and ruffled her wings.

"Again, I can't understand you, Moron."

When Fakir had lay down in his bed and felt her small body next to him.

"Quack." She cheeped softly.

She moved closer to him and rested her head under her wing. He hoped that that wing would turn back into a hand tomorrow.

When he opened his eyes the next morning he saw a fluff of hair next to him. Duck? He hadn't thought it would come true, really. It was just hope.

He looked at the girl, and, just like he had written she looked older, four years older. She turned over to face him, her hair was so long it concealed her like a curtain; only the top half of her face was visible.

"Good Morning!" She covered her mouth in shock "EEP? WHAT THE? QUACK?!" She switched back into a duck again. Fakir left to go get water, but stopped and went back up stairs to find Duck stumbling out of the bed. He ran over to catch her as she fell forward toward the table that had held his drinking glass of water on it. The cup still spilled and the floor beneath them became wet.

"Duck. You moron."

"Fakir?" She was unbelievably happy to be able to say his name again. "FAKIR!" She grinned jumping on him (falling on him), and hugging him extremely tight.

"Get off. Don't you realize you don't have clothes on?"

"EEP! FAKIR!" She pushed him out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Can I borrow some of your clothes? Mine don't fit me anymore!" she called.

"Fine."

She pulled out an extra large shirt that she had seen he had only worn once to cover his clothes while painting the house. She slipped it over her head, and it was so big it passed as a dress, since it drifted two inches below her kneecap. She pulled out one of his belts and fastened it around her waist.

She felt weird using his clothes, but it was all she had. She'd buy some with Pique later. Wait… was Pique even still here? Was Lillie?

She walked out into the hall to see Fakir waiting for her. His mouth and eyes twitched slightly when she walked out.

"Is it really that bad on me?" she asked with a scowl on her face. "And if it is you don't have to be so obvious and mean, you meanie."

"No. It looks fine." He realized what he had said then finished with "But get your own clothes moron." He was still staring at her. She had changed quite a bit, not in a bad way though. "Lets go to the village and get your uniform."

"My uniform?"

"You're coming back to school. You're a senior this year."

She had completely forgotten.

"What about Pique and Lillie? Are they still there?"

"Yes."

"Yay! But what about you? Are you going to go to school too?" she grinned at him, before stumbling down the first step. "EEP!"

"Moron. Don't be so careless. And yes, I'm an instructor now."

"Meanie. I hope that I'm not in your class." She said while sticking her tongue out at him.

"Let's go. I'm not even going to be helping you with your clothes shopping, Pique and Lilie are."

"Then why are you coming?"

"I need to make sure you stay out of trouble. And I don't think Pique and Lilie know how to handle your weirdly frequent concussions."

"Okay." Then she realized what he had said. "My concussions are not that frequent!" She put her hands on her hips.

"Sure. Whatever you say..." Fakir muttered under his breath.

"I heard that! Meanie!" Duck screeched.

"Calm down."

"Why is Fakir here?" Pique moaned angrily.

"Because he didn't want his little duck to be so lonely! And what if someone tried to steal her away from him? Wouldn't that be so dramatic? Oh, our poor little Duck!" Lillie ranted.

Fakir just kept a straight face and ignored their little chitchat even though he knew it had something to do with him.

"So did Fakir try to make a move on you?" Pike said while jabbing Duck with her elbow.

At this point Fakir was "slightly" irritated with the three girls.

"What? NO!" Duck yelled slightly too loud. The storeowner of the shop they were in was now staring at them with a twitching eye.

"Oh how depressing! Our poor little duck being hit on by creepy Fakir!" Lillie ranted once they had left the store.

"Lillie, please stop making heinous comments." Fakir growled at the blonde haired girl who was daydreaming to herself.

"But… I bet its tru-" Lillie stuttered before Pique used her hand to cover Lillie's mouth. After a few short moments Pique yelled and pulled her hand away and wiped it on her black skinny jeans that she wore outside of school.

"YOU BIT ME? LILLIE, ITS NOT COOL TO BITE PEOPLE WHEN THEY ARE TRYING TO SAVE YOU!"

Lillie just stood there with a devious smile or her face. "Did I draw blood?"

"You vampire!" Pique accused.

'I guess they changed slightly over the years…' Duck thought to herself. She looked to Fakir who just scoffed as he grabbed her hand and started pulling her behind him as he started walking to the student uniform shop.

"Where are we going? Fakir?!"

"We have to but your uniform today Duck. And they will be fighting for quite a while longer."

"Oh." Duck responded. "But why are you holding my hand then?"

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