Ok so I took out the whole authoress blah blah blah because I got a migraine reading it XD
Anyway, chapter 8 will be coming soon, hope you like this edited version for anyone reading this.
Here we go.
Warning : Crappy writing from a crappy writer of course
Double warning : A DOSE OF CHEERIOS!
Triple Warning : THERE WILL BE A DISCLAIMER!
Disclaimer : WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ME NO OWN PRINCESS TUTU!
Now that THAT'S taken care of, please enjoy the chapter!
Dirty Little Secret
Mytho growled in anger as his amber eyes scanned the display of the teens dancing. From nowhere he heard music playing as the two began to dance. He was suddenly confused as the strange melody played...
The guitar tunes seemed to come from nowhere and Ahiru seemed troubled by this until she realized it was the boombox on the other side of the room. Fakir didn't seem to notice the music, or he wasn't really caring judging by the look on his face. She didn't have time to think about this as she looked into Fakir's eyes and saw his face coming closer by the second. No sooner did she think that he was going to kiss her, she suddenly felt Fakir raise her up in the air, spinning around in circles before putting her down gracefully, where Ahiru landed on her one toe with her other leg stretched out, her body facing him.
She could hear the words spray from the boombox, the vocalist being a male, which actually surprised Ahiru for she had never heard a man sing before. Then she started to understand the meaning of the words as they played.
Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
At the time, Ahiru could have sworn Fakir whispered, "Just another regret hope that you can keep it." but she dismissed the thought when Fakir dipped her.
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?
Meanwhile, Rue was silently weeping in her raven's nest, and contemplating the situation.
'Where did it go wrong? The raven's blood should have brought Mytho closer to me, not having him push me away! Push me away for Princess Tutu no less. That wench. How was she chosen for that ridiculous play anyway? Where did that play come from? It has done nothing for me, except having Mytho find out about Tutu's identity. I'll make Mytho mine and sacrifice a heart for father...yes...in fact...Tutu's heart is perfect for father...yes...her heart is pure, and I'm sure father would enjoy it...and then I will finally have Mytho for myself and for no one else!'
Rue smiled grimly and disappeared leaving only a feather. However she couldn't help but to think,
'Is this what I should really do? Would this make Mytho mine forever more? Or would it push him even farther away? Why am I doing all this for father? Can I really trust him to have Mytho marry me? Why...do I feel that this is...wrong? No! I shouldn't doubt father, or myself! I'm Kraehe! Aren't I...?'
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that neds to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
Yet again, Ahiru could faintly hear Fakir whispering "Just another regret hope that can keep it." and Ahiru was a little confused. But as she continued to sway this way and that, she began to think about how much things have changed. At first she was in love with Mytho, and shyed away from Fakir. Now it was the other way around! But Mytho still needs the rest of his heart, and the raven's blood inside him isn't helping any. And poor Rue. She calls herself Kraehe, yet Ahiru can't help but to feel as though she's still Rue. In fact, Rue's the only one that hasn't changed. She still loves Mytho. Thankfully she hasn't fallen for Fakir...But that's not the point! The point is that despite the wonderful affection she's receiving from Fakir, they have to work together to help Mytho! But...the affection comes first...
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?
The way she feels inside
These thoughs I can't deny
These sleeping dogs won't lie
And I try to lie
It's eating me apart
Trace this line back
The dance was more rapid, Ahiru spinning in never ending circles, as the guitar screamed its melody. Fakir pulled her close to him however, and she blushed a few shades of red. Once again she could hear the lyrics, but this time the voice was hushed, almost as if it was telling someone a secret.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Fakir whispered into Ahiru's ear, "Dirty litttle secret."
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
Once again Fakir whispered "Just another regret."
Fakir was rather enjoying the dance, flustering Ahiru every chance he could get. But for some reason, he couldn't help but feel...being watched. He subconsciously held her closer to him as the dance continued. He was worried about what was to happen when they see Mytho again, Tutu's identity revealed...sort of. For once, he hopes Rue will use her raven magic...words...spell...or whatever she uses to make Mytho believe her soft lies. And if she proves to be useless, not that there's much difference according to Fakir, they'd have to come up with a Plan B. And as for his little whispers throughout the dance, he had no idea whatsoever of where they came from. Heck, he didn't even know the whole song, much less the lyrics! Something odd was going on, and deep inside, Fakir felt that the play was included. But he would have to settle that later because right now, finishing the dance with Ahiru is the only thing that matters at this point. Why he thought that is more important, he'd have to think about it later too.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
My dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Dirty little secret!
Who has to know?
Who has to know?
The song slowly came to an end, as did the dance. Ahiru ended up in the same position as she used to imagine herself with Mytho. Her face to the side, her back to Fakir's chest, his arms around her, meanwhile her own arms fomed an oval above her head. She even imagined the cherry blossom petals flowing in the wind as she closed her eyes. She felt safe in Fakir's arms, and wondered why she wasn't in them from the very beginning.
'I wonder...if I fell in love with Fakir first...how different would things be?' She sighed, before realizing the important factor 'Oh no! I shouldn't be thinking like that! Mytho wouldn't have had some of his heart put together! Oh no what's gonna happen now that Mytho saw me as Princess Tutu! Oh nooooooooo why didn't I fly to America when I had the chance! I could have been eating Cheerios now! Wait, I can't run away! I must fight to protect Mytho, whatever the challenge! I wonder how he's doing...wait, what about Fakir!'
Ahiru was about to turn around and face him, but Fakir beat her to it. He twirled her around, and kept a strong grip on her shoulders making sure she wouldn't run away. Not that she would, but just in case...
He crashed his lips onto hers and held her even closer to him as he continued to assault Ahiru's lips...yes that's right...assault. Instead of fiery lustfull kissing, it was more slow and sweet, almost passionate. She was enjoying herself despite the butterflies threatening to overflow from her body. Her past thoughts were slowly diminishing as the kisses continued. So much that she nor Fakir noticed the amber eyes watching them.
Mytho was not happy. No sir. Not at all. Being taken over by Raven's blood was bad enough for Mytho. But now a "friend" who suspiciously looks exactly like Princess Tutu is kissing his other "friend" and it...hurt? The Raven side of Mytho was not pleased that his new target might be already taken by the useless knight, and to top it off the real Mytho's emotions started to affect him. He didn't like these feelings that were currently pouring into his system. Jealousy...where did that come from?
'Oh yes...them.'
The "lovers" kissing in the center of the room. How he despised them.
'It's their fault I'm feeling like this. It's their fault I acted so cruelly towards Rue. In fact, it's Kraehe's fault feeding me lies, and living in the lie of herself being known as Rue. It's all their fault! How can they say they care for me if they've been doing nothing but lie to me! Krahe tells me she loves me, but what has she done for me?!? Did she ever sacrifice something from herself for me?!? Fakir said he always wanted to protect me...but is he protecting me now? No! He's too busy kissing Ahiru! Did he protect me from the Raven's blood? And Tutu...she...she...she made me feel this way...she...returned me pieces of my heart, but she made me beleive that...! That...!That...!'
It took Mytho awhile to find the words to finish the sentence in his head.
'That she may have loved me too.'
'She is the worst of them, the worst of all the liars! She must have pretended to care for me, and must have grimaced everytime a piece of my heart was found. It's...it's all her fault. It's her fault things are the way they are...it's...
...Princess Tutu's fault...?'
Mytho questioned himself at this. It seemed his true self was starting to grow stronger somehow.
'Can you really say it's Tutu's fault? All she ever did was try to restore my heart, it's you who is at fault! You, the raven within me is causing all these problems. If not for you, I'd still be with Tutu now! I'd feel the true respect of love instead of this image you've created for us! It's true that Tutu was the one who caused everything to flow in motion, but I wished for it! I wanted my heart to be restored! I still want my heart! I don't want to steal another heart for the Raven! I want my own! You are the one at fault and I want you out now!'
Mytho was spiraling in different directions, as his eyes continued to switch colors of crimson and gold. His breathing was shortened, and he looked ready to collapse. He clutched his heart and gave out a loud cry.
'PRINCESS TUTU!'
This cry of either sadness or anger was heard by the two teens as they ceased their kissing.
Ahiru knew this voice. It was...
"MYTHO!"
Fakir knew it too, and ran to the location of the horrible sound. There they found Mytho, who couldn't even stand without a struggle. Fakir reached closer to him, but was met by a voice that screamed "Get back!" which was surprisingly Mytho's. However, Ahiru and Fakir weren't the only ones that heard Mytho's pitiful death cry. Kraehe soon appeared on the scene in a flurry of black feathers, and raced to Mytho.
"My Prince! What has happened?"
Instead of a answer, Mytho only kept yelling and screaming for everyone to go away. He slid on the floor in a sitting position, clutching his head this time. Kraehe tried to comfort him, but no one could even reach within a foot of Mytho.
"What have you done?" Kraehe seethed. "What have you done to him?!?!" She cried louder this time. This is one of the few times Duck saw Krae- Rue so upset. She looked on the verge of tears. Rue tried cooing to Mytho, saying "Everything will be okay" but to no avail. Mytho kept murmuring something incoherent. Fakir tried to snap some sense into Mytho, but was met with an outbreak.
"SHUT UP! You think you understand?!? You think you know hot it is for me!?! You don't know anything! Nobody knows anything! You only do what you think is good for me! Do you really know what's best for me?!? You don't! That's why everything here is messed up! Why can't everyone just go away! You're all terrible people! ...No...they're not terrible...they are my friends...just...why do people always have to be around me?!? Just leave me alone! Everyone! NONE OF YOU LOVE ME! I love you, but you don't love me! Be gone! Just...leave me...alone..." At this point Mytho was not only battling himself, but he was starting to sob. Ahiru was ready to cry too, she didn't want to see Mytho like this.
"...Help...me..." was all Mytho could say before he blacked out.
Before anybody could do anything, an eerily familiar laughter could be heard throughout the whole room.
'Oh no...' Fakir thought, but his thoughts were cut short when a old grandfather clock appeared in the room. It slowly opened to reveal an old man wearing old colorful clothing, with a huge smile that gleamed in gruesome delight. The three dancers were met with the face of...
"DROSSYLMEYER?!?!?"
Dun dun dun!