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Along a somewhat worn path emerald eyes glared at the world. 'How annoying…' Eyeing a couple of birds in the sky he gained a flashback of the ravens that had killed-murdered his parents so long ago. It didn't hurt quit as much as it used to when he thought about them, but the next thought that came to mind made his blood absolutely boil.

'Drosselmyer…' his footsteps were faster and clapped loudly against the pavement of his home town as the Kinkan Academy came into his field of vision.

Around him people walked around and went about their business. The clouds in the sky were fat and fluffy although a few of them looked a bit foreboding…

"Ah! Fakir-sama! Konnichiwaaaa!!" closing his eyes he forced a scream down his throat. Fan girl.

Flipping some burnt marshmallow colored hair over her shoulder she latched herself onto his arm.

"Marina de-latch yourself from my arm please." He strained especially on the 'strained' part.

Pink eyes glittering she giggled a bit too long for it to be natural. "Ahh Fakir-sama how cute! Don't worry, I'm sure that your mystery girlfriend won't care or even see this since I'm sure she doesn't even live in this town! Ho ho ho! Yes, so don't hide your love from me-"shrugging her off he glared at her mightily but instead she…melted under his gaze…or something like that.

"Ehh… I'll be leaving now…" said Fakir with a sweat drop while quickly running ahead. A few seconds later he was leaning against the wall, his hand against his chest which was heaving from the previous sprinting. After catching his breath he continued merrily on his way to the boys changing room.

Many other boys were there taking or putting things in their respective cubbies whereas Fakir just dragged his clothes that he'd left overnight in the cubby that was his. Changing quickly into black sweats/tights and a tight black and red shirt he slipped on his on his toeshoes and walked out towards the main room because the special aka advanced class would be performing a demonstration for the intermediate class.

Memories flood his mind, each somehow connected to Ahiru. The few times they dance, now thinking back made his heart ache so deeply, so longingly.

'Ahiru…'

Taking a seat on the floor he monitored everyone else. A blond and purple headed girl stuck out from everyone else-Pique and Lillie- two of Ahirus former best friends were chatting with each other. Besides them were some few other girls-all most all watching and waving intently at Fakir for attention…there weren't many guys into ballet so he spotted about two other guys..and Femio?

'But he's in the most primal ballet class…'

The green eyed teen groaned 'If Femios here this is going to get very annoying very fast…'

"Ahh Fakir-san are you ready for it?" questioned a blond haired boy with ghastly blue grey eyes, this boy was Lillies elder brother, Sergio.

"Hai Sergio…I want to get this over quickly though…" Nodding in agreement the two boys waited for the rest of the advanced group to assemble.

Since both Rue and Mytho had left the Kinkan Academy to quite literally rule the kingdom the two spots in the Advanced Class, one for the boys and one for the girls, needed replacements; which brought the arrival of the 16 year old Sergio and the silver headed 17 year old Ayame.

In a matter of minutes everyone was assembled and the teacher, still Neko-sensei only no longer with the appearance of a neko but of an actual human, spoke.

"Well today class we will be having a treat for the special class will be performing for us the original play from the department of Drama called 'Schitso!' . Let us began!" at these words the play started and Fakir being the main character, Drave, he Reliev'es in front of everyone as a circular light flashes upon him. Standing on his toes he goes into the third position which is raising you arms at an angle and he is posed there for but a few seconds. Then a girl with short blond pigtails wearing a nice grey dress with a pink and grey bonnet appears in another main light. She slowly tip toes her way towards him and raises her hands just the way that Princess Tutu did. "Please, will you dance with me?" however it looks nowhere near as graceful, as- as beautiful as when Ahi-Tutu did it. Ahiru was never graceful except….

Leaping forward in a great bound he grabs her outstretched hand and they began to dance a Pas De Duex together, although beautiful, Fakir knew there was no way it could be as lovely as the one he had done with Ahiru-the one they had done right before the story of the Prince and The Raven came to a conclusion.

The balled that they were perfoming was coming along nicely but for some reason the knight who abandoned sword for pen began feeling anticipation building up. He pushed this feeling of purpose, the longing for an adventure to unfold in front of him away-wishing like that brought bad things. Everything settled but then came the worry…why was there worry?

Then something in him snapped and he heard that-that obscene laughter. Green eyes wide open in shock, Fakir discretely allowed his gaze to roam the room. 'I could have sworn I heard Drosselmyer's insane laughter…am I…going insane is it possible after all this time?!'

The dancers around him stared at him expectantly and he mentally sighed 'Why is it I always have to feel or go through something similar to the characters I depict in stories?' he thought to himself making his arms form an 'O' over his head. 'First was the wandering night…and now in this story I'm an insane man with obstacles blocking me from my love…although I'm a bit lacking in the love department since it's just a stupid infatuation…Surely…and besides she doesn't feel that way for me…even if I was in love…'

Some more laughter rang through his head and he could have sworn that he heard Ahirus name somewhere in the depths. 'This is no coincidence…' Fakir decided finally. Luckily enough the balled was nearing its end.

'This is taking forever….' He thought suddenly becoming panicky 'Ahiru…please be safe…'

His 'lover' the blond girl from before reached towards him in longing while others spiraled towards her posing 'refusal' and she fell to the ground striking a pose of death. The lights shining on them dimmed and then all the lights turned on. There was clapping, so much clapping but paying it no head Fakir ran out of the studio one thought on his mind 'Please, Ahiru be safe…' he chanted, prayed, wished-wished like never before. 'Please…'


Elsewhere was a girl in darkness staring into a mirror that showed sunlight and tree leaves but she was in a small cage that kept her at minimal movement. "I'm so hungry…." The girl whimpered but immediately a ghost of a smile appeared on her face "Oh….a purpose? I can finally leave?!"


Well I need to stop being so damn lazy...anyways it seems that things are getting a bit faster huh? Although this chapter for me was really slow to right...at least I torture Fakir with fangirls hahaha.

constructive critism via review is helpful and needed for me to become a better writer. If you have any problems with the story please don't hesitate to tell me!!

ElishiaNoBaka

I Don't Own Princess Tutu...if I did there would be so much going on between Fakir and Ahiru x3 tee hee

uhm wells ahha this is a Fakir X Ahiru story. Kinda of Ahiru X Mute and Ahiru X Fakire cause shes getting over Mute since he's with Rue.