A/N: *peeks out the corner* heh heh… Hey, guys… Long time, no see… Okay, I know, I know. This is seriously late! I just have lots of pressure lately. I have a Professor Layton fic going on, and an Anastasia fic I need to quickly get inspiration for… And homework, with a dash of exams next week.

Yeah. Not cool.

But here I am and here's your update! But first, let's start answering reviews!

Cryers Cross-Save-My-Soul: Yay! Glad you liked that chapter, and I'm glad you feel so wuved! Enjoy the cookie! And sorry for the long wait. :3

James Birdsong: Glad you think so! Sorry for the wait!

Lauparisi: *squeals* OMG A NEW REVIEWER! I'm so glad you like the story so far! And I'm flattered that you think I've got their personalities. I'm sorry if I might change their personalities though, later in the story. (I'm not saying I will, though. Just saying in advance in case I do accidentally) I'm very sorry for the wait!

Well, there we go! And now here's the chapter!

"Mytho? Mytho, what's wrong…? MYTHO!"

Instantly Mytho snapped his head around, his eyes meeting the crimson ones of Rue. She blinked, once she realized she had his attention. He had been dazing off again, thinking of…

Her.

"Y-Yes, Rue?" he asked quietly, hoping to get the tremble of his voice unnoticed. He succeeded when she didn't question it. Mytho had been walking down the hallowed halls, and a tapestry caught his eye. It was of a yellow duck, forming to a girl, and the girl forming to Princess Tutu. In the background, there was a knight, a maiden in black, and a prince, all kneeling to the one who made them all happy.

Or so she thought, Mytho thought, once again lost in the shimmering tapestry. A feeling in his heart rose, but he pushed it down. No, this wasn't right. There was a soft sigh next to him, "I miss them too." Rue said softly, "I… Can't say I'm very… Comfortable, here…" Her voice almost sounded as if she was suggesting something.

Mytho looked at her in surprise. He had been under the impression that Rue was happy here, although he had to admit, it was awkward.

"Well… Why don't we go back…?" he asked softly, his white locks moving lightly in the small breeze that had entered.

A smile graced her lips, and her blood red eyes twinkled, "Really?" she nearly squealed, "Are you sure?" Mytho laughed gently, and nodded. Rue hesitated slightly; Even if he did have his heart back, it was still odd to see his eyes and hear his voice with emotion. But Rue grinned happily, and hugged him, "I'm going to get ready right away!" she said eagerly, and quickly made her way to her chambers. He stared at her, rather surprised at how… Un-Rue like she had gotten. Perhaps she really did miss them. And, it did get a bit boring here.

Mytho smiled, but turned back to the tapestry, whispering:

"Soon… We'll all see each other again soon…"

(P)(T)

"Ahiru! Come ON!"

Ahiru sighed, giving up. That cowlick of hers always stood up (no, duh). It reminded her so much of Princess Tutu, and how similar they looked… She wanted a change. But obviously, THAT wasn't going to happen. She put down the comb, glaring at it, as if it were the comb's fault she didn't succeed.

Quickly she ran out and grinned sheepishly at Fakir. He rolled his eyes.

"Idiot."

She glared at him, and they set off.

(P)(T)

A/N: And there is the fourth chapter! Sorry if it isn't very long… Don't worry, the next one will, I promise! I'll try and update this sooner, I just need to update it on my Itouch, so I don't run out of stuffs. Thanks for reviewing, and reading! Bless your faces! If you sneeze during this story, bless you. (IMMA TOBUSCUS FAN :3)

Peace off and Peace out!

~Anthea Triton~