Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu in any way.

Author's mini note: Hey guys, I apologize in advance and for before on my grammar and spelling. I swear I re-read everything but word didn't catch my mistakes so I apologize if any English teachers out there want to strangle me! ^o^. I also forgot to mention that when I was writing chapter 3, I was listening to Nightwish's song FantasMic. It is such a beautiful and powerful song! Thanks and enjoy the story.

Summary: Oh dears. Mytho is still out there! He still is the cloaked man! How can Fakir, Rue, and Ahiru do to stop him? How can they stop the story?

Drosselmeyer is Back chapter 4

Who's the hero? Who's the villain?

Mytho stood at the doors to the lesson room hearing the music going on inside. He had the hood of his cloak lifted onto his head so he was virtually invisible to anyone. He opened the doors and faced Neko-sensei who was practicing the basic moves.

As Mytho walked in Neko-sensei stopped his dancing to look straight at him. "How am I supposed to dance with these constant interruptions?" he asked growling. "And who are you?"

Mytho grinned and raised his sword and charged. His hood fell off so Neko-sensei saw the face of the attacker before pure darkness overcame him. Mytho slashed at him and left 1 minute later, leaving the room thoroughly painted crimson with a message on the wall.

Ahiru was dreaming she knew but for some reason it wasn't like a normal dream. She saw Mytho standing in the lesson room wearing his cloak and someone on the ground at his feet. It was Neko-sensei!

Ahiru bolted up right. "Neko-sensei!" she screamed. Then regretted it as she had forgotten about her wounds and they instantly started to hurt.

Fakir woke up and was at her side. "Ahiru calm down! You'll wake everyone in the town!"

Ahiru was frantically trying to get up and away. She knew that Neko-sensei was in danger. "Neko-sensei is in terrible danger we have to go and-"she said standing up but falling over in pain.

"Ahiru!" Fakir yelled. "What's going on? What's the matter?" he asked angrily helping her up.

"I had a dream; I think Mytho might go after Neko-sensei! We have to help!" she said panicking trying to get up but her wounds just make her fall over.

"Ahiru your wounds haven't completely healed, sit down!"Fakir said concerned.

"I…I can't. We have to get to the lesson room as fast as possible. Mytho is going to kill Neko-sensei!" Ahiru said.

Fakir looked at her eyes; they were filled with fear but honesty. Fakir knew that she couldn't even walk and that she should stay in bed. However, if he even thought about leaving her, he had another thing coming. He grabbed his sword and attached it to his belt, then grabbed Ahiru and carefully walked to the room next door.

"Rue!" he called. A couple seconds later Rue opened her door and was instantly alert. "We need you to come with us to the lesson room. Ahiru thinks Mytho might go after Neko-sensei."

Rue opened her eyes wide. "He wouldn't dare!" she gasped and they quickly ran towards the lesson room.

It took them 10 minutes to get there but no sign of Mytho. They walked towards the lesson room and the door was open a crack but no music was to be heard. Fakir had a bad feeling in his stomach. He handed Ahiru over to Rue.

"Stay out here until I say it's clear, OK?" Fakir commanded grabbing his sword from his belt.

He slowly entered the room, his heartbeat increasing, and looked around. He felt like he was going to throw up any second. Just like the last room, the lesson room was painted in crimson and Neko-sensei's body was on the ground with a large gash in his stomach. Fakir stepped back and looked at one of the walls and his head got light and his head spun. A message was written in blood and was dripping down the walls that read: 'Ahiru, stop making everyone suffer!'

Fakir placed his hand over his mouth and he backed out of there as fast as he could. Fakir ran out of the doors and dropped to his hands and knees panting.

"Fakir!" Ahiru screamed and squirmed out of Rue's hold and placed her hand on his back ignoring her pain as she moved her joints. "I was right wasn't I?" she asked with extreme sorrow.

Fakir looked up at her. He didn't want her to be right but she was and he slowly nodded. Fear gripped Ahiru's eyes and she fell backwards then looked at the doors.

Ahiru stared at the doors and curiosity overcame her. She stood up and, using the doors as balance, opened them.

Fakir looked behind him and saw Ahiru walk into the room. "No don't go in there!" he yelled but it was too late and she stepped in.

As Ahiru walked in she wished she hadn't. She gasped as she saw Neko-sensei on the floor and then looked to the walls. She read the message and started to cry. "IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" she screamed.

As Fakir heard Ahiru scream, he got up and quickly held her lightly forcing her to stand away from it all. "There is no reason to look at this hellish setting." Fakir said turning away.

Ahiru looked up at Fakir. "It's not my fault!" she cried. "I never wanted people to suffer for becoming Princess Tutu. I just wanted the prince to smile, that's it!"

Fakir looked back down at her rubbing her back gently. "I know it's not your fault. I know you would never want anyone to suffer." 'Damn it! I need to re-write this story fast before anyone else dies!' he thought then lifted her up into his arms. "Rue, we need to go now!" he said and Rue backed out of the room as fast as lightning.

They ran back to Fakir's dorm room and set Ahiru on the bed.

"How many more?" Rue asked in despair.

"I don't know, how can you kill someone who's already dead?" Ahiru asked the hope leaving her.

"Moron, you can't give up hope now!" Fakir said turning to Ahiru and added, "No one else will die. I will re-write it. Drosselmeyer lost once, he will lose again."

Ahiru smiled for the first time in a long time. "You're right! I'll help as much as I can too! If I could only turn into Princess Tutu, then, maybe then, we could beat Drosselmeyer once and for all." Ahiru said.

Drosselmeyer was off in the realm where he spun his stories and watched the scene while drinking his tea. As he heard Ahiru get her hope back and say that she could possibly win he spat out his tea in shock at the gear.

"NO! What happened to my tragedy? They were finally beginning to lose all hope of winning! And what did she just say? Bring Tutu back? Hmmmmmm." He said stepping into his old clock.

Fakir was watching the rain start to drizzle outside of the window. He was happy that Ahiru was starting to regain hope. Suddenly, the drops froze in mid air!

"What the-?" Ahiru asked but was interrupted as Drosselmeyer appeared right in front of her.

"Drosselmeyer!" Fakir shouted and grabbed his sword and swung. Sadly he dissolved and appeared next to Ahiru and leaned close to her and Ahiru shrank back.

"So, you think becoming Princess Tutu again will stop this tragedy?" he asked snickering reaching out to grab her shoulder. Ahiru tried to run but Drosselmeyer had gotten a grip on her. She cried out in pain as her joints her not even healed. "No matter how far you run, you can't escape this fate."

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Fakir yelled and tried to slice at Drosselmeyer's arm.

Drosselmeyer moved closer to his clock dodging Fakir's blow with his sword. "You want to become Princess Tutu, go ahead. That won't stop me. Hehehe."

"You're wrong, we will prevail and we will win. We shall never give up hope!" Ahiru yelled.

"We'll see, we'll see little duck." He said stepping back into his clock and vanishing and time started to move swiftly again.

"Yeah, we will see." Fakir said and rushed over to Ahiru who was trying to hold in her shaking.

"Ahiru? What's wrong?" Rue asked. She had been frozen in time and did not see what everyone else saw.

Ahiru looked over at Rue with a look of confusion. "Drosselmeyer was just here. I think can turn into Princess Tutu now."

Rue was wide eyed in shock. "How?" she asked.

"I don't know how, but he came, and gave me the power to turn into Princess Tutu." Ahiru said.

"That's amazing Ahiru!" Rue said with admiration. "Surely now we can beat Drosselmeyer and save Mytho!"

Ahiru smiled at her and Fakir smiled at Ahiru. He loved how she got her hope back. He loved her smile. He loved her so much; he didn't care if he had to die to protect her. He would do anything he could to protect her from Drosselmeyer and he meant it!

Yeah I realize it's only 1,500 somethin word but it will get better! I swear on my life in my next chapter there will be fighting, killing, and Fakiru fluff! Let's just hope I don't have the power of story writing so that everything I type will become real! PUBLIC ENEMY #1 if ya know what I mean! Please comment!