Hello! Here's the 6th chapter for all of you who have been waiting for one! I AM EXTREMELY SORRY FOR ALL OF THE WAIT!!!!! I DIDNT HAVE INTERNET FOR A WHILE THATS WHY I COULDNT POST ALL OF THE CHAPTERS UP!!!!! I'm also sorry if all of you enjoyed how Fakir and Ahiru were together in the last chapter. Michael and the new girl will be in this chapter so be ready! Actually, Fakir and Ahiru are together for a little bit but... READ! And if you're wondering, the out of Kinkan town adventure will begin in the next chapter. And, I decided that this story will have about 30 chapters! So, be prepared for a good story!! Don't worry, it won't end in tragedy!
CHAPTER 6
Fakir sat down on the sofa, very tired. But, he kept on thinking about that feeling that he had just a few hours ago. It felt as though someone was following him and Ahiru, and from a safe distance. Who could it have been? Could it have been Michael? These thoughts prevented him from sleeping, but after a while, he fell asleep.
Fakir... came a voice. He opened his eyes to see that he wasn't in his home anymore; he was in what appeared to be in a clock. Many wheels were turning, as if it seemed as though the time was going slower and faster at the same time. Where am I? he wondered, walking around a little bit. No one was there, it was just the wheels turning and him. "Hello Fakir." Fakir whipped his head back and saw the person he least expected to see ever again... Drosselmeyer.
"Drosselmeyer," he said coldly, narrowing his eyes slightly in disgust. The odd man gave a strange face of pity and sadness with a twist of eeriness. "I see you don't know why you are here do you?" Fakir stood quiet, without moving. "Well," He disappeared in a swirl, and reappeared, "You are a foolish knight!!" The young man's eyes widened, "What are you talking
about? I already destroyed your story believe it or not!!" "Ah! But you thought that I was completely vanished didn't you? You didn't think that I was still 'alive' did you? You didn't think of a sequel did you?" All of those questions made Fakir even more confused.
"I," the creepy man put a hand to his chest making him look like a gay person, "made a sequel!" He put his hands on his
wooden-like face, and disappeared, reappering right in front of Fakir, causing him to jump back. "And you," he put a finger on the 17 year old's chest, "are part of my story!" Fakir got shocked, how could this have happened? But then he
remembered that Ahiru had mentioned something about Drosselmeyer putting him in his story. That got him mad.
"Drosselmeyer you son of a bitch!!" he threw a punch but then Drosselmeyer disappeared once again to miss. "Feisty now are we?" came the voice of the evil guy. "I believe you already know though that you are in my sequel!" The odd man appeared in midair, too high for Fakir to fight him "A prince and a knight fight for the love of a swan princess, yet she cannot deside who to choose. The prince who has won over her heart, or the knight who she truly does love? But although when she is in danger the foolish knight risks his life to save her, and he dies!" Once he had said that word, 'dies', Fakir felt as though time stopped. He was afraid of death once again. But then Ahiru went into his head, and he
felt warmer.
He looked up with confidence, "Drosselmeyer, whatever you do, I will create another story and one day, you will die." But all Drosselmeyer did was cackle, and then Fakir suddenly woke up.
He looked around himself, and didn't see the place where he was in just a second ago. Could that have really not been a dream? But thinking of Ahiru turning into the Swan Princess made him believe that what Drosselmeyer had said was true. Fakir got up from his sofa and decided he was going to write a story.
Fakir went to a room in his apartment that he seldomly visited anymore. He opened the door and he saw the room in which he had first started writing the story to save Ahiru and Mytho. Every piece of furniture and object was still there, and it brought him not-so-happy memories back. He walked around touching everything, and then went over to a wooden table that had a quill with ink and paper.
Sitting down on a chair that was by it, he put his hands on his head. What could he write? He wasn't sure of what to do, and he had to think of something pretty soon, or Drosselmeyer would do something worse than he already had done.
Weird as it seems, when Fakir had started to become like that, Ahiru had woken up, sensing that Fakir wasn't feeling right. She rubbed her head, and still wearing a tight shirt that she felt so uncomfortable in, went out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen first. There was no sight of him. She checked the living room, but there was no sight of him. She didn't think that he was in the bathroom, so she just called out his name, "Fakir?" Nobody answered, but then she saw that a door she hardly remembered was opened. "Fakir?" she called out quieter. She opened the door and saw him, his hands on his head. "Fakir, what are you doing?" He still didn't answer, so she ducked down and looked at his face. It was lost in thought, not paying attention to anything else.
"What's wrong?" she asked. He finally looked up at her, his eyes filled with anxiety and emotions. Ahiru blinked and put a caring hand on his back. "Is everything alright?" He turned away from her, and then answered back, "I'm not sure. I want to make a story, and that feeling that I used to have is coming back to me." She gave him a sweet smile, and left him in peace to write his story. But just as she was about to leave the door, she turned around, and whispered, "Don't worry, I know you'll figure out something." Then, she left completely.
Ahiru was going up the steps when she heard Uzura's drum. She looked up, and saw cute little Uzura. "Ahiru wake up and see Fakir-zura?" Ahiru went up some more steps and said, "Yup." Uzura looked at Ahiru from behind when she left and her cute little head thought, I wonder if mister has made his story yet-zura. And, she wasn't thinking about Fakir.
Reaching Fakir's room, she locked the door and took off her shirt. With great effort, she put on her shirtand realized that it only went up to her navel now. She looked in the mirror and to her disappointment, saw that 'they' were larger once again. She sighed and took off the shirt, "Geez, when are they going to stop?" Then, she noticed that her hips were larger too. She grred, and didn't know what to do, so she just layed down on the bed. This sucks, I wish I didn't grow. People are just going to keep on looking at me and if I go outside, who know's what'l happen! But Fakir's really busy I guess right now, so I can't make him go outside. She just closed her eyes, and decided to see if Fakir had anything else in his room that he might have not seen. She looked in the drawers and no female stuff, only his. She looked underneath the bed and nothing was there. So, she just slumped on the bed. All of a sudden, the door knocked. "Ahiru?" It was Fakir. Noticing that she didn't have a shirt on, she turned really red. "UH! J-just wait a sec!" she called out in a squeaky voice. "Ahiru, I went out and bought a dress right now." "Oh!" she got happier, but didn't know how she would recieve it though.
She went up to the door, and opened it just a crack, and only showed her face and a little of her shoulder. "Ahiru, here." Fakir gave her a dress. "Thanks so much!!" She was so happy that she opened the door and leaped up and kissed him on the cheek. Fakir turned red, noticing that she didnt have a shirt on. "A-ahiru," "What?" she smiled, and then saw that she was still half-naked. "OOPS!! DIDNT MEAN TO SHOW YOU THAT!!!!" she quickly slammed the door and left a really bright red Fakir standing. He quickly sat down and kept on hitting his head. "Stop thinking that, stop thinking that, stop thinking that, stop thinking that," he kept on repeating that and hitting his head at the same time.
Red herself, she made sure that the door was locked so Fakir wouldn't become a pervert. Then, she put on her dress and checked to see how it looked. It fit her perfectly much to her happiness; it was light yellow and sleeveless (well, it still had sleeves but you know what I'm talking about), and had a square neck and went down to about her knees. She spinned around and it spinned along with her. Then, she put on her black shoes and looked at her hair. She really didn't like the braid anymore, so she took out the braid and still leaving that piece of hair that always stood up, she let the rest down and saw that it was nice and wavy. For herself, she looked pretty nice.
Fakir was still outside in the hallway saying, "stop thinking that, stop thinking that, stop thinking that, stop thinking that," when Ahiru left the room. "Fakir," she said, but Fakir had his eyes covered and just repeated what he was saying only now louder. Ahiru got confused and then said, "Fakir, what are you doing?" "STOP THINKING THAT STOP THINKING THAT STOP THINKING THAT," Ahiru tapped him on the shoulder, "Fa-ki-ir," she called out in a sing-songy voice. Finally stopping, he uncovered his eyes and looked up to see her face smiling. He was speechless, to him, she looked absolutely beautiful. "A-Ahiru..." he got up and looked at her. "So," she spun, "What do you think? I didn't like the braid anymore so I let my hair down." Ahiru looked like a person in a sunny field, but she didn't look like a child anymore (cough cough) so she didn't look like one of those cute little toddlers jumping up and down in a meadow in the summertime. She was probably one of those who were laying peacefully in the grass on their side, the sun shining down on them.
"Y-you look..." he didn't know how to say it. Lovely? Beautiful? HOT? So he didn't answer but she could tell that he wanted to say something good, so she left it like that.
1 DAY LATER
Ahiru twirled a piece of her hair. Then, she flopped to her back, then she sat on her knees. She was BORED. She didn't know what to do. "Fakir," she called out. Fakir's head popped out along with his body from the wall on the way to the kitchen. "Huh?" "Are you planning on going somewhere?" He sat down next to her, "Um, I haven't thought about that." Ahiru's head fell, "Do you want to go somewhere?" she asked him. "Well," the truth was, he did. But he didn't know where! They could go visit Mytho and Rue... But one problem. He didn't know where they had gone! All he knew was that they had disappeared into the sky. He did want to go somewhere though. Somewhere like near a lake or go out to eat, but that meant that he had to go through the plaza again with his crazy fangirls chasing after him. But if he had Ahiru, it would be alright, he only had to hope that Michael didn't appear or any other guy for that matter. But, he would take care of her. After all, they were together.
"I guess we could go to a lake or something." he said. Ahiru jumped up. "Yay!! Can we make a picnic? Oooo! I want to make something! Can I Fakir?" He smiled slightly, "Sure." "Yay!" she jumped up again and then went into the kitchen. "Can we bring sandwhiches? Can we bring fruit! Oh! I'll make the stuff. Now where's everything! Oh my! There's alot of fruit!" Suddenly there was a loud clang and Ahiru's voice went, "Owie!" "Ahiru?" Fakir got up and went to the kitchen, to see that Ahiru was lying on the floor along with a broken plate and a little juice. Fakir laughed a little, "Did you slip on juice?" "AHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" she laughed and turned red a little and then she got up. "Okay. I'm okay now!" She grabbed a knife and then went,"I'll cut the fruit!" Just when she was about to, Fakir got it just in time and said, "I think I better cut the fruit." "I think you better!" she nervously said, and she handed him the knife in her hand that was actually pretty large.
Skillfully cutting fruit into pieces, Fakir then made sandwhiches while Ahiru watched. After wrapping them, he put the food along with some juice, plates, forks, and cups in a basket and Ahiru happily offered to hold the basket. "Bye Uzura!" called out Ahiru while she and Fakir left the apartment.
It was a beautiful day, all sunny without a cloud in the sky, and it was pretty warm. "Lalala," Ahiru sang as she skipped a little. Fakir walked by calmly, noticing that they were nearing the plaza where his crazy fangirls attacked him. Actually, many of them saw that he was coming. They squealed and were about to charge and run but then they saw 'her'. And, they saw that she GREW even more, and she looked prettier. They just hissed as they passed by and slouched back to where they were before.
After going through the plaza they went towards another direction and saw that there was a meadow nearby along with a lake next to the meadow. "Oh! Fakir! Why don't we go there?" the 13 year old pointed to the meadow. Fakir nodded, "That's exactly what I was thinking about." While Ahiru skipped to a nice spot right by the lake, Fakir calmly walked to where she had chosen and while going to it, saw that there were many couples too. He blushed, and sat down next to Ahiru. She had laid down a white blanket on the grass and started to take out the food. "Here you go!" she gave a sandwhich and a plate to him. Then she got her's and started to happily gobble up the sandwhich.
Fakir watched Ahiru gobble up her sandwhich. "Slow down! You're going to get a stomachache." he said. She gave him a blank stare and got some juice in a cup and chugged it. Then, she filled a plate with a lot of fruit and gobbled it up in two seconds. "All done!" she proudly announced after licking her lips for any fruit juice left on her lips. Fakir's eye twitched, he didn't understand how a girl like her could finish her food in about a minute. "Oh boy, I'm full though." she put her head in his lap and stayed their for a second.
"You guys look like just the perfect couple." Fakir turned his head and Ahiru put her's up. They saw a male of about 15 and his girlfriend of about 14 years old. Ahiru and Fakir looked at each other and blushed, "Um, well... thanks!" said Ahiru. "You know," said the boy who actually had red hair, "If you two weren't dating I'd actually cheated on mine and stole your girlfriend!" he was talking to Fakir. Suddenly his girlfriend said, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?????" her eyes were burning and she got angry. The guy saw that she got angry and said, "Ehhehheh! Whoops! I'm just kidding! I'm just kidding!" "Phew!" the girl reached out and hugged him. Fakir was actually pretty ticked off and Ahiru was clinging on to him so the red-head wouldn't steal her.
After a while, the other couple left and there was a sunset. When Fakir finished his food, Ahiru said, "Fakir, look, isn't it beautiful?" she layed down on the grass, and spread her arms out. "It is." but Fakir wasn't actually looking at the sunset, he was looking at the girl right by him. For a moment, they just stayed there, happy and calm. Then, they left to go and went back home. Little did they know, that two people were following them. One was following Ahiru, and the other was following Fakir. Those followers (STALKERS XD) weren't together, they were in separate places but they certainly were following someone.
Fakir noticed it first. "Ahiru, stay close." he held her close to him. He picked up speed and Ahiru followed. "Fakir, I think someone's following us." she whispered. He didn't say nothing, and just kept on running quickly. But even though as much as they both ran, the feeling just kept on getting stronger and stronger. Fakir then saw that there was a dead end straight ahead. What the hell? he thought, never seeing that before. Then, he turned to the left. He ran and ran along with Ahiru but then another dead end appeared. "Damn it!" he turned to the right this time and ran some more but then he noticed once again, another dead end. He heard Ahiru panting right beside him. A little bit afraid, he turned around and all he saw was a dead end. They were trapped and worse, he could feel the feeling that they were being followed again even stronger now.
Drosselmeyer once again was very happy. He was watching his story unfold again and everything was going according to his plan. He cackled evilly and then said, "Now, there is no way out and the knight still hasn't shown his true form yet! What will you do about it... Swan Princess?"
Suddenly, Ahiru felt a vibration in her whole body. What? Is this happening again? Ahiru felt herself rise into the air, and she was surrounded by white and lavendar feathers. She could hardly feel herself as her previous clothes disappeared and a new one appeared in it's place; a sparkly lavendar dress with a tutu that was in the shape of her previous dress, white fluffy feathers around her ears, silky white ballet shoes, a delicately shaped lavendar and light pink neckless with a light blue swan on her neck, 2 beaded pink bracelets around her wrists, and a silver tiara shaped somewhat like a swan on top of her hair. Ahiru then realized once again that she was, the Swan Princess. She floated down to the ground on the tips of her toes near Fakir who felt more calm now that Ahiru turned into the Swan Princess.
A crash was heard and Ahiru saw who made the crash to get in from the dead end. It was a girl with wavy violet hair, deep red eyes and about a little taller than herself. She was really beautiful, but she looked evil. She smirked, and folded her arms, "So," she was going towards Fakir with a sensual walk, "I take it this is the Swan Princess?" "Yes," Ahiru nodded, and put a hand up to stop the girl, and it worked. "What?" she was a little surprised, "L-let me go!" "Tell me," Ahiru made the gesture that she used to make which means, 'will you dance with me?', "Will you dance with me?" "Uh, no way." The girl was stuck-up and Fakir actually took a step back. The girl smirked again, "I'll tell you why," suddenly she was being surrounded by black and red feathers and turned into... Princess Kraehe? (or Princess Claire if anyone who's reading this watches only the dubbed version of Princess Tutu)
She looked almost exactly like her, except her dress had splashes of red in it. She did a ballet pose with her chin up and looked at Ahiru, "I think you probably know who I am," the maybe Princess Kraehe said. Ahiru widened her eyes slightly, "Princess Kraehe?" She nodded and did a pirouette (you know the thing that ballet people do when they put one foot against their other leg and spin the other one on the tips of their toes?), "That's exactly right." Princess Kraehe stopped and raised her arms above her hands and stuck one foot out that was pointed, "I'm the real one, not that fake one that that girl named Rue was." Ahiru started to spin around beautifully and gracefully, "But how? The Raven is dead, and Drosselmeyer only created a story with three main characters." Princess Kraehe giggled, "Oh really? Is that what he has been telling you? Are you sure that he's telling the truth?" Both Princesses stopped dancing and made poses, and looked at each other. Ahiru's head fell. "Well?" Kraehe asked.
Ahiru put her head up, and her white feathers around her ears moved in sync along with her. "I wasn't sure of course, Drosselmeyer is an odd man full of treachery and evil. How can anyone trust him like that when he's smiling?" Ahiru paused and put her hands up. "So I don't believe him. I thought that there would be another character, perhaps minor, that plays an important role still in his sequel of a sad ending, how he wants it to be." Kraehe smirked, "That's good thinking, but that still doesn't answer your question does it?" Swan Princess gave her a slightly confused look. Princess Kraehe danced more and started to move towards Fakir who was watching everything.
Kraehe started to talk and when she talked it seemed as though everything she said came to life, "It was after the raven had died that there was still some living survivors. The poor, helpless duck, the foolish knight, Prince Siegfried, and his princess. The prince and his princess, the false Princess Kraehe got married and disappeared into the sky the day after the raven was dead. The duck and the knight were together for some time, and the knight created a story to help his beloved turn into a girl once again. She came back, and day after day she grew more into a beautiful young woman. But had they thought about a real Princess Kraehe who was to fall in love with that knight? Had they thought about a Prince who was to fall in love with that girl? Along they came, the prince first and then the princess to charm the ones they loved, and throughout that time, a new Princess came, the Swan Princess who danced and looked much more beautiful than the previous Princess Tutu. Although the efforts of the two lovers worked for a while, little did they know that the author's story was taking place and unfolding more and more every day. A tap-tap-tap is heard."
Kraehe stopped her story and continued her dancing. "I believe that you know who I am and who I'm after now do you?" The evil princess was now near Fakir, and then it seemed as though he couldn't do nothing. She spinned one last time in front of him and put one finger underneath his chin and one behind his head. They looked as though they were about to kiss. "Stop it!" cried out Ahiru and she was about to run towards them but then suddenly another crash was heard. Ahiru payed no attention and started to run towards them but then it happened.
It seemed as though everything was in slow motion. As Ahiru started to reach in and grasp Fakir, Kraehe's lips touched his and he did the same. Ahiru's heart ripped in half as she saw them. It seemed as though time stopped. Her eyes were large, she stood still. Suddenly tears fell down in large drops down her eyes, but Kraehe still continued what she wanted to do. Then, Kraehe stopped and looked at Ahiru, "This is what you get for kissing him in front of me the other day." Ahiru couldn't think, but then she grabbed Fakir by the arm and started to shake him. "Fakir! Fakir! Snap out of it please!" she sobbed and lowered her head, "Please, please..." Out of hatred, Kraehe pushed Ahiru to the side and held Fakir's head and was about to kiss him when Fakir mumbled, "Ahiru." Kraehe gasped and let go of him. The good Princess' eyes widened and reached out to him because Fakir was falling unconsciously.
Kraehe's eyes filled with tears. "Fine! Be that way!" she turned her head to the side. "I love you and still you love her." Kraehe began to sob and as she put her hands to her head, she rose up to the sky and disappeared in a cloud of black and red feathers. But the chapter doesn't end here people who are reading.
Ahiru held Fakir close to her chest (UM...!!) and his arms were loose and spread out. "I love you Fakir," Ahiru whispered like the wind as a big tear fell from her eye. Although she was sad, she forgave him. After all, he was unconcious when Kraehe had kissed him. Fakir started to open his eyelids slowly. "A-Ahiru?" Her eyes were closed, and a tear fell down her cheek. "Yes?" He reached out for her hand and she recieved it. "Don't ever forget that I'll never love anyone else, understand?" She smiled, more relieved, "I won't forget."
"Well well, I hope you haven't forgotten about me yet." Fakir and Ahiru's heads snapped up, and they saw Michael. He was wearing a princely outfit, kind of like Prince Sigfried's. He walked towards them and then Fakir went up and took out a knife, "Don't. Go. Near her." Michael took out a sword, "Shall we fight then?" Ahiru went to Fakir's side and said, "Fakir, just leave him alone." Then, she whispered in his ear, "I don't love him okay?" They smiled at each other but then Michael said, "How touching. But in the end, you'll end up with Kraehe, Fakir. And I guess you know who I'll end up with." "Don't say her name!" Fakir yelled. Michael laughed, and then he leaped up high into the air and snatched Ahiru. "Put me down!" she cried out as they were flying through the air, but then Michael went down near Fakir. "Let go of her you fucken son of a bitch!" "Why should I?" the prince said as Ahiru was fidgeting.
A burst of light appeared around Ahiru and her previous outfit was shown, and unfortunately, her new arrival to her body. (Okay, I wanted to give Michael a perverted attitude too XD) Michael looked down at her as she was fidgeting and his eyes widened with um... I guess you can call it a happy emotion! "Wow! When did you get those? Their nice!" Ahiru turned red, "Th-That's none of your business!" "Now I got an even better reason to see you underneath that outfit!" "You pervert!" Fakir yelled out and ran along with his knife, and left a scratch across his face. "Look, I like her so I have no problem with telling her that I want to see her naked okay?" Ahiru got even more red and started to fidget harder. "Shut up you bastard!" This time he landed a punch on his face... but he got one in return. "Oh yeah?" Fakir stood still. "Well you should ask her who saw her today without a shirt on!" Ahiru turned the reddest red and then said, "Fakir!"
But Fakir was only doing this so Michael would stop it; even though he was really embarassed inside saying this. Michael smirked, "Probably you, but guess who's going to do something to her while you're gone?" Fakir snapped. If Michael wouldn't shut up, he seriously is going to kill him. "YOU-!" He got out his knife and...!
TO BE CONTINUED
I left it at a cliffhanger! heehee... Read the next chapter! Don't worry it's together with this one. But please review this chapter! Please oh pretty please?