"The Double Helix Theory"

A Princess Tutu fiction written by Shooby

A short look into how Fakir would react while living with a duck, that was once a girl, that he had once loved. And yes... I'm conjecturing, but how could he NOT have loved Ahiru? Hmmm...?


Ahiru giggled when Fakir brushed a stray breadcrumb from her feathers.

Well, she didn't giggle per say, but she made a very cute soft quacking noise that Fakir had taken to mean that she was giggling.

He smiled indulgently. "That was a big meal. Are you sure you'll be up for dinner?"

Ahiru quacked again and promptly stuck her beak in the air, rotating her small neck as to make her look standoffish.

'Because breadcrumbs are such a great, nutritious meal? Geez, Fakir, will you send me away if I gain a couple of ounces?' he could hear her voice running through his head, her tenderness and his own cynicism rotating and combining and he could picture these strands of their personalities coming together to form this double helix, this foundation for a completely different person and yet these two ultimately unique individuals.

"I'm sorry, Ahiru," he gazed down at her, both their own unfulfilled wishes swelling into his eyes.

Ahiru stopped, surprised. She looked up at him, a simple gesture that Fakir could always find different interpretations from. 'Don't cry, Fakir. I'll never go away. Even if we can't talk now, I'll stay by your side, like you promised to do for me!'

"But we can talk--" Fakir stopped himself short, leaning away from the accusatory look the duck could somehow pull off. She wasn't really talking. He was making up stories in his head.

It was difficult for Fakir to explain his imaginary conversations, especially to a simple duck, who used to be a girl he very much admired and loved, who used to be a princess. He couldn't tell her that it drove him mad the first few times he had attempted conversation with her. He would forget, naturally, that the boisterous, clumsy girl he had formed an impenetrable bond with was now a duck. And he would throw out comments or ideas for stories throughout the day, expecting an answer. When he turned, he was met with the melancholy face of a duck. A simple duck.

She was still looking at him like that. Sad and accusing and somehow, though Fakir wasn't sure how he knew—but he did know—that she blamed it all on herself.

"It's not your fault, Ahiru," he whispered, running a hand through his dark hair, "I just... when I really miss you, I write stories."

Fakir wasn't surprised to see the little 'huh?' face that she sent his way. 'I know you write stories, Fakir. All the time. And you write some about me, but you write a lot about the townspeople. And besides... I'm right here.'

"You're here physically, Ahiru," he realized that he was responding to the conversation that had originated in his mind, and shook his head, "What I mean... Ahiru, is that I write a lot of stories on paper. Some are about you, yes, but I'm afraid of the consequences of a story with enough power to bring you back to your human form."

The little duck's beak opened slightly, revealing that she had understand. Ahiru winked at him. 'Can you make me sexier?'

Fakir smiled fondly, "And... when I miss you this much, I'm tempted to write those stories. But I always have to remember the possible catastrophes that could follow. Please understand, Ahiru."

'Of course I understand dumb ass.'

Fakir didn't need any expression on the little duck's face to know what she was thinking. She was just that beautiful.

"So, when I get to this point that I miss you so terribly... I write stories in my head. As if we're having conversations. I try to keep you alive in my spirit, Ahiru, so that I'm not the only one that remembers what a beautiful person you really are."

Ducks' eyes collect moisture, but Fakir knew she was crying this time. It was real.

"Don't cry, Ahiru," he picked her up, held her close to his heart, "I'll stay by your side, Ahiru, forever."

And she felt herself wrap around him, everything that she was sinking into his hair and skin and pores. She allowed herself a dreamy sigh, allowed the sigh to crack near the end, allowed the tears to follow. She let herself dissolve, and felt all the more whole. And she looked into Fakir's eyes and saw the same conflagration of emotions swimming in her own.

She felt her spirit wrap around his own, metaphysically bonding their ties together.

And they both felt uniquely whole.

"It's dangerous, not knowing your role...

But it's nirvana, finding the one true place you belong."


Author's Notes:

And suddenly the concept of the double-helix makes sense! Eureka!

Erm... it's about 10:40, I've taken an ambien recently (if you've ever had one... you know my problem) and I'm about as wonked as I can be without having fallen face first in bed. But I was determined to finish this and post it! By the way... what is it with me, writing all these Tutu fics when I'm this fucked up? Damn, someone needs to stop giving me drugs.

Soooo, for all my extra effort, send some love my way!