Sorry peoples! What I meant to say was that this chappie will be one thousand words longer, not 10! Anywho, this chapter will have more fighting between Fakir and Michael! Gosh I love drama, don't you :)? And when your'e done, please review! And also, if you want a 3rd season of Princess Tutu, then go to to sign a petition for a 3rd season of Princess tutu! Ask me if you want to know the details about it. Anyway, let us continue our story...

CHAPTER 4

Michael gracefully and carefully dropped Ahiru onto a balcony of a large palace. Ahiru was in a daze once again, not being able to think clearly. Michael went into the balcony also, turning around to make sure that nobody was watching them. To his luck, no one was there. "Now I can finally show you where I live," he told Ahiru in his hypnotizing voice. She just looked at him as though there was nothing else in the world except him. Leading her by the hand, he took her from the balcony and showed her around. Showing her where he lived was not the only idea in mind that he had; he wanted to do something else. Actually, two things.

Ahiru felt as though she were floating on air, watching Michael, being around him. She couldn't think of no one; not even Fakir. At that moment, it was only Michael who she cared about. She was completely charmed by his appearance and manners. But once she saw the inside of where he lived, she slightly snapped out of her daze. Once she saw how large this place was, she knew that it was a palace. A palace? Then she remembered what Drosselmeyer had said, that Michael was the new prince that was in his sequel. Ahiru had thought that he would only be a prince in the story, living like a prince in a palace, but not in real life. Thinking of that only made her like Michael even more.

Why am I feeling this? she thought, noticing that she felt really good to be with him. Michael was just glad that she was like this. Hopefully, he thought, this will be the time when I charm her completely. But there was another reason behind his ambition to charm her. He had found out that he was her prince and that she was his princess. And it all had to do with a man we know as Drosselmeyer...(begin flashback).

Michael opened his eyes to see the blank white walls of his room. He had had the occuring dream again. The same dream that he had for many nights now. The dream in which he had was when he was standing on air in an empty space and a voice kept calling to him. Prince... it had said. Find the princess... the voice kept on saying that with Michael yelling back asking the voice who it was, why it was there until he woke up. Michael sighed, rubbing his face and changing into a uniform that he had found when he first appeared at Kinkan Town.

He in fact, did not know where he came from; he happened to appear not too long ago, about a month. He was just standing by a foggy pond, (don't blame me for putting people there when they appear, it just seems like a mysterious and good choice, since everything else is practically the town!) with no clothes on, until a voice, much like the one in his dreams, whispered in the wind... Michael... that is your name.... Not knowing why, he just accepted that name to be his. Noticing that he had no clothes on, he saw where he was standing and an outfit was there; a school uniform. He put it on, and left the place where he was until he saw a town.

Walking around, many girls saw him and approached him. They flirted with him, blushed and wrapped their arms around him, admired him, talked to him, but he payed no attention. He just walked around, while the useless efforts of the girls kept on coming. Even the most beautiful of girls couldn't win the heart of the new cute guy; they were ignored like all of the rest.

It stayed that way until he suddenly felt a jolt inside him and he jumped high into the air and started to fly, leaving some of his admirers fainted. He kept on flying until some abandoned place caught his eye and went to it. The abandoned place happened to be a palace hidden deep inside the forest. Making sure that no one was inside, he called the place home and hardly went out of it ever since. That is, until now when Michael sighed. He decided to go in search of that 'princess' that the voice kept on telling him to find. But just as he was about to leave his palace, he heard the voice from his dream.

"Do not leave!" All of a sudden, the room in which he was in began to change drastically, turning into what seemed inside of a clock. "What?" he looked around in shock, not knowing what to do. A man appeared about 7 feet away from him. He seemed to be made out of wood, with white long hair and a large headdress. "Hello Michael," came the freaky, creepy, cold voice that he had heard for a long time now. "Who are you?" he asked, slightly curious. He was not afraid of him at all. "I," said the wooden man, "Am the great Drosselmeyer, with powers beyond your imagination." He gave an awkward smile. Michael could believe that, seeing what Drosselmeyer did just now with turning his home into the inside of a clock. But he wasn't too sure of what exactly he could do.

"As in what, exactly?" Michael asked. Drosselmeyer disappeared and his head appeared, filling in most of the area. "You must find that out by yourself," Michael was even more curious now with what Drosselmeyer could do, but he decided to ask him something else. "Were you the voice that kept on telling me to find the Princess?" The weird man's head disappeared and his body popped up in many places, until he calmed down and became only one person. He walked around Michael, "For many years, people have always read who Prince Charming was. A dashing and handsome fellow, rescuing people from time to time and defeating the evil character, leaving happy endings in every story," Michael thought that what Drosselmeyer was saying not was the answer to his question, but he let him finish.

The odd man stopped walking and stood still, "But I am not the one that does not like happy endings. I truely indulge in sorrowful and unhappy ones, making sure that all of my stories have that," he paused to make everything seem more dramatic, "When one of my stories came out as not as I expected, I decided to make a sequel, with a Prince Charming." Michael quietly sighed. "Drosselmeyer, I don't know what you are saying has anything to do with what I asked you." Drosselmeyer disappeared and re-appeared with many copies of him, ignoring Michael. "Now tell me, what do you think of this girl?" A screen appeared out of nowhere and a girl was on it. The young man couldn't think when he saw her and his heart started to beat fast. Drosselmeyer smiled his awkward smile. "What do you think of her?"

"Beautiful..." the blonde whispered, looking at the girl. She in fact looked clumsy, but his heart still became real fluttery when he looked at the screen. The girl that made his heart fluttery looked about 13 years old, had orange hair and bluish eyes. He in fact, really really wanted her. Drosselmeyer gave his trademark freaky smile, "I see you are interested in her?" Michael just stared at the screen like that person was the only one who existed other than him. "In my sequel," The old man said, "I wrote down 3 main characters." the young man still didn't listen, hypnotized by the girl in the screen. "There was a prince, swan princess, and a knight." Drosselmeyer said, watching Michael. "I think you have already met the prince, Michael." The 17 year old finally snapped out of it, "No I haven't."

Suddenly a screen appeared in front of Michael and he saw himself in it. His violet eyes stared straight back at him and he saw his blonde hair. "You see Michael, you are the prince in my story." Michael's eyes widened in surprise, "That can't be true." Drosselmeyer now became one person, and floated in mid-air. "Then where did you come from? How did you get here? What is your real name? Where is your family?" All these questions hurt Michael, as he didn't know the answer to none of them. He hung his head, "I-I don't know." Drosselmeyer's eyes grew large, "Then you coming from my story is the only answer!!!" Michael decided to accept the fact that he came from this wooden man's story, since he didn't know where he came from. "And, your first duty is to find this girl," the odd man pointed to the girl on the screen, "And win her heart no matter who gets in your way." the young man didn't have a problem with that, since he really wanted her. "If you win her heart, she will become your princess, Prince Charming." Drosselmeyer said in an even creepier tone.

Michael stayed quiet for a while and then put his head up. "Okay, I will." The old writer widened his eyes again, his face showing a creepy happiness. "Now, remember what I said, and don't forget it." Suddenly, he started to disappear. "Wait!" Michael cried, but it was too late, as he saw that Drosselmeyer had disappeared completely and his palace had returned to normal. The blonde sighed and quickly got a sensation that he had never felt before when he decided to go out of the palace. With a mischievious grin, he went out in search of that girl that made his heart go crazy. (End of flashback)

Michael brought Ahiru to a room. The girl still couldn't take her eyes off him, which he liked a lot. "Ahiru, I will wait downstairs until you change into that." He nudged his head over to a bed. He let go of her finally, and closed the door to the room. Ahiru finally snapped out of her daze and shook her head to make sure that she was awake. She turned her head to the bed to see the most beautiful dress she had ever seen before. She went to it and held the top with her two hands, gazing at it's beauty. It was made out of precious dark blue silk. It was a strapless ball gown and it went all the way to the floor. She looked back at the bed again to see if there was anything else and sure enough, there was a silver tiara and a pair of silver high heels. "Wow," she whispered in amazement, sitting on the bed, "He probably wants to dance with me." She turned red at the thought of dancing with Michael, his strong arms supporting her. Ahiru giggled, putting her hands on her cheeks. She flopped on the bed, thinking of him and not Fakir.

All of a sudden, she thought of Fakir. She jolted back up, turning an even redder red when she thought that she wasn't thinking of him. Oh my god! What was I thinking? I only love Fakir and I know that! Ahiru shook her head vigorously to knock the thought that Michael was cute out of her head. She nodded her head sharply, Yeah! And Fakir has all the qualities of a prince! He's handsome, (she turned red and giggled), charming and really romantic!! At the thought of that she turned the deepest red possible, and her thoughts were quiet for a moment because she got embarassed even though no one was there. But then, a thought creeped into her head. Wait, but isn't Michael handsome? She couldn't help it when she whispered in a daydream like state, "Yeah..." She stood up, "NO!!" she clenched her hands into fists. Fakir's that and much more! I only love him!! Ahiru folded her arms and sat down, gazing at the ballgown. She just stared at it, thinking how beautiful it is. Just to see how it looked like, she decided to put it on for the fun of it.

Taking of her school uniform, she put it on the bed and was just about to put on the beautiful gown until she saw the door unlocking and the knob turning. Without thinking, she went under the bed and stayed there. She saw the shoes of someone. It looked as though whoever it was was trying to find her, and stayed there for just a split second until it seemed as though they were disasisfied with not finding her and left, leaving a nervous Ahiru calm. Getting out from under the bed, she quickly went to the door and locked it, making sure that that incident didn't happen ever again. She sighed, and went to the bed to put on the lovely dress. When she put it over her body, she felt the silk and a warm pleasure went into her body. Then, she put on her silver shoes and finally the tiara. When she looked into the mirror, she put a hand over her mouth, in astonishment of seeing how beautiful she looked like in the ballgown. She turned to the side, swishing the bottom part. "Is this really me?" She felt pleased, but then remembered that Michael was waiting for her.

Instantly a pain went into her heart, and she screamed out loud, dropping on her knees, clasping where her heart was. "AAAAHHHH!!!" the pain was too horrible to take in all at once. She screamed so loud and used so much energy, that she couldn't take it anymore and fainted, lying like a beautiful swan on the ground.

Michael had heard the scream, and knew that she was in trouble. "Ahiru!" he cried out, rushing back to get her (yeah...he was the one who was in there. cough cough yeah...YOU PERV!!! sorry, I just want to act like someone who's reading this... sorry. anyway, let's get back to the story...). Running so fast, he ran up a spiral staircase to Ahiru's bedroom, where he saw her lying unconsicously on the floor, looking very lovely. When he saw her, he felt a deep temptation, and didn't know why. But his panic took over and he picked her up, not knowing what to do. He rapidly got out of the room and took her to his, leaving her lying on his bed (you could have freakin left her in HER room you Miroku...!!!!! Sorry, anyway, Miroku is this pervert who's in Inuyasha...ok i seriously have to stop this). He gazed at her face, with her mouth slightly open, looking like an angel. He didn't know what to do, and he was really worried about her. He sat by her, stroking her face. What happened next is that a little tiny force got into him, and he leaned in and kissed her; passionately. He was like that for a little while, and suddenly thunder was heard outside, and lightning was shown. And as quick as lightning, a sillouette of a man jumped up onto the window, showing a knife on his hand. A lightning strike lighted up the night sky and the face was revealed. It belonged to Fakir, and he looked eerie and angry. And boy, did he look angry.

Yelling, he jumped out of the window and Michael stopped kissing her, with a smirk on his face. He stood up. Fakir pointed his knife at him, while the blonde circled around him, with an even more mischievious smirk. Fakir followed his every move with a fiery temper shown in his eyes. "Did you seriously think that I was going to get away with another kiss?" Michael laughed, "You are so pitiful." "HOW DARE YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!" Fakir lunged forward and Michael dodged it, sprinting farther away. "Come and get me then." The black haired ran in lightning speed after him, and caught him in a corner of the hallway. "You're done for you son of a bitch." "I don't think so." Michael punched him out of the way and jumped all the way down the spiral staircase to the ground smoothly like a cat. Fakir, bleeding, ran after him and he too, jumped all the way down as smoothly as a cat.

Now they were face to face, with Michael having attained a sword nearby. Fakir's knife looked pitiful compared to Michael's sword, but he didn't give up; he wanted revenge, and bad. Michael yelled and swung his sword at the knight of the story and Fakir put his knife up, both of the weapons screeching as they touched. Fakir jumped up high into the air, flipped and landed behind Michael. He grasped the knife tightly and ran into the blonde, but he had turned around in the nick of time and bended down with his sword and reached for Fakir but failed. "Give it up Fakir," Michael said as their weapons clashed together, "You know you're going to lose in this game." "Just shut the hell up!" Fakir leaped high into the air and impossibly landed on a pillar near the ceiling. Michael smirked and just stood there, folding his arms. "Whatever you do I'll still succeed." Fakir jumped while bellowing and threw his knife out in front of him and Michael quickly took out his and they clashed once again, but this time Michael's had more force and Fakir's knife fell on the floor. This time, Fakir had no weapon and was defenseless, but he didn't give up.

"I'll beat the crap out of you no matter what!" Fakir double kicked and punched Michael and the blonde fell on the floor, releasing his sword. With skill, the knight took it quickly and put the tip right on Michael's face. "It's all over now you moron." "Don't think it's over just yet." Michael, with great force pushed Fakir out of his way and jumped to the wall and took out another sword that was used as decoration. Fakir's adrenaline reached high point and he leaped into the air where the blonde was and they slammed their swords together, falling down at the same time.

At that moment, Ahiru had woken up and noticed that she wasn't in her room. She darted her eyes to the window and saw that it was open. She gasped, "Could it be...!" She got out of the bed and raced out of the bedroom while noticing that she heard a fight going on downstairs. Suddenly she heard the voice of Fakir. "Fakir!" she cried out, rushing to go to him. At the top of the stairs, she saw the two guys that fell in love with her, and she couldn't take it any more; she hated fighting. "Stop!" she yelled, and instantly the two stopped fighting and saw Ahiru like an angel on the top of the stairs, looking quite angry and sad. Fakir felt really guilty for no apparent reason just looking at her, but that only caused him to get even angrier with the man next to him, for him doing what he should have been doing with Ahiru (good for you Fakir! oops.. thowy); Kissing her passionately! His thought caused him to turn red, and cock his head to the side to not show his nemesis that he got embarassed. Unfortunately, Ahiru had saw him and called out, "Fakir, are you all right?" Michael saw that Fakir was getting more attention from her than him, and dashed up the stairs to her side. "Michael..." Fakir saw and his anger returned, "Oh no you don't! YOURE NOT GETTING AWAY THIS TIME!" Faster than Michael had before, Fakir raced up the stairs and went to Ahiru's side. "Fakir..."

Looking at both of them, Ahiru got a pain in her chest again and started to scream again. "Ahiru!" Both of the guys cried out at the same time, and reached for her. "Ahiru!" They called out, but she was still in deep pain.

Drosselmeyer was watching the whole thing as if it was an interesting soap opera. He was drinking a cup of tea and just watched what they were doing. "Hmmm...I suppose the swan princess cannot do anything about this right now, or the knight or the prince." Drosselmeyer left his tea hang in midair and just stood up, putting his hands behind his back showing his creepy smile for no particualar reason. "Let us just see how the princess with two princes will deal with it."

Finally, Ahiru's pain went away. She panted, and fainted, leaning one way. For a moment, it seemed as though time stopped for both of the guys, waiting until she fell, both of them ready to catch her when she was about to fall. To Michael's disappointment and Fakir's happiness, she fell into his arms, and he grasped her firmly. Holding her bridal style, he picked her up and smirked at Michael, who was both ashamed at himself and angry, but he let Fakir win this round, and just watched them disappear into the night.

About an hour later, Fakir had reached his apartment, exahausted but releaved that Ahiru was back. He plopped into a chair and sat there, watching an unconscious Ahiru on the sofa. He looked at her for a long while until he heard the tap-tap-tapping of Uzura's drum. Uzura came and watched both Ahiru and Fakir. "Is this love-love-zura?" He looked at Fakir intently and waited for an answer, but he didn't reply and blushed. He said something a little bit after, "Uzura, I think you better go upstairs." Confused, she just obeyed and went upstairs, leaving the two of them together. Fakir went to Ahiru and kneeled before her. He stroked her face and he just watched her, until he leaned in and kissed her, passionately. In between the kiss, Ahiru mumbled a little, and without opening her eyes, she put her hands around him and it seemed as though that moment lasted for eternity.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Yay! A happy ending...For a little bit. Peel your eyes for the next installment of Fakir or Michael? If you can, PLEASE REVIEW THIS CHAPTER!!! IVE BEEN WAITING SOOOOO LONG!!! Anyways, make sure to keep your eyes peeled for the next chappie and PLEASE REVIEW!!!