Here it is!
Disclaimer : I do not own Princess Tutu. Hell, I don't even own Cheerios.
Warning : Drama and cheerios! Possibly confusion due to lack of being able to carry a plot and moving too quickly with the story, forcing it into another direction.
Now Presenting:
Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 10
Ahiru awoke to a dim-lit room, nothing like the dorm she sure she was sleeping in last night, which meant she was somewhere else. But how? The last thing she could remember were crows by her window and then-
It suddenly came rushing back to her and in a panicked frenzy, she ran around in her pajamas in circles, yelling incomprehensible words unaware of the rose-glazed eyes watching her from a few feet away.
"Ah, so you're awake, Princess Tutu."
That stopped Ahiru dead in her tracks as she slowly turned to the voice with frightened eyes. Her body went rigid as Mytho stepped out of the shadows and walked towards her. He drew closer to her and tilted her chin up with a gloved hand to face him. Ahiru didn't like what she saw. Golden rod eyes replaced with a sickening rose hue, gleaming with evil contempt. And with a dangerous smirk to boot. Ahiru thought he would resemble one of those monsters- no, beings -young children would have nightmares about.
'Mytho...' she thought with sympathy.
"...Do you love me?"
This question struck Ahiru hard. She used to have those feelings for him, but now she thinks she loves Fakir.
Right?
Mytho glared at her before raising his voice,
"Do you love me. I'm not sure if you do considering all the lies you spilled into me."
"What," Ahiru stammered, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play foolish, Tutu, you know exactly what I mean, pretending to care for me while running to Fakir behind my back!"
"T-that's not true, I do care about you-" but her response was cut off by Mytho's bitter laughter.
"So you say, but I'm willing to believe you only if you answer my previous question. Do you love me?"
It did not sound much of a question this time. Ahiru wanted to profess how she felt, but two reasons stood in her way. One, she really was nott sure how she felt about him now after all these events┘even that she finally had the chance to speak of her feelings. That leads to the second reason, because even if she did tell him her true feelings she wouldd turn into a blaze of light and vanish. Ahiru tried to give a half answer to please Mytho and remain human.
"I don't know! I care for you deeply, but I'm not sure about-"
Mytho's glare hardened and suddenly wrapped one arm around Ahiru's waist, pressing her to him almost trying to intimidate her with his eyes. Ahiru's face flushed and she knew that Mytho saw. Looking at anywhere but him was nearly impossible.
"I won't ask again Ahiru."
Surprisingly Mytho's voice had sounded just like how he was in his original state. Odd. The way he said her name sent chills down her spine.
"I...I can't tell you how I feel!"
'If I tell him anything, I'll turn into a flash of light and vanish! Even if I do not love him fully...right?'
"Why. Not."
Ahiru squeezed her eyes shut before any tears leaked through, but instead chose to shout,
"You don't understand! If I say a word I'll vanish!"
A perplexed look was now on Mytho's face.
"What...?"
But Ahiru spoke no more, and she clamped her hands over her mouth fearing she told him too much. Besides, didn't Mytho already know the story of Princess Tutu? He even helped Rue tell the story to her and Fakir before he was taken to the Raven's lair. Then again, that was actually a crow. But Fakir even said he read the tale about Princess Tutu to him, so why should he be confused now?
'Even though he already knows I'm Princess Tutu anyway...'
"You know...," Mytho fingered Ahiru's heart, "...your heart must be so pure, Princess. Won't you love me fully with your heart? You would die for me, wouldn't you?" His smile was wicked.
"I-I-I can't, Mytho! You still need the rest of your heart!" Ahiru protested.
Mytho finally had enough with this girl.
"Shut up, shut up!" Mytho cried. "I don't need it! I need your heart! Love me, love only me, Princess Tutu! Not the useless knight, Fakir! Love me, Tutu, LOVE ONLY ME! Mytho had been shaking Ahiru back and forth, and only when he stopped was when he shouted that last sentence into her face. Mytho's eyes widened as he realized what he had done.
It was not known whether it was when Mytho had started or stopped yelling, but Ahiru was crying steadily. She made little noise not much louderthan tiny sniffles, letting the blobs of tears travel and consume her cheeks. Mytho still held her shoulders, not knowing what to do. For a man still lacking a number of feelings, it was hard for him to sympathize with or even comfort her, especially in his angered state.
"Stop crying!" He shook her shoulders once more. "Stop it! Why do you shed your tears?!"
Ahiru only shook her head in fear and bit her lip. However, this did not stop the flow of tears. There were a few moments of staring, and nothing but the sounds of Ahiru's sniffles.
"Why do you look so frightened of me?! Do I scare you, is that it? Is that why you cannot give me your heart, you are too scared to love me?!"
Mytho looked desperate and insane and if he were a woman he looked on the brink of tears.
Ahiru's choked sobs grew louder in volume and she shook her head more furiously. In one simple motion, Ahiru escaped Mytho's grip on her shoulders and embraced him, sobbing into his black clad chest. Mytho could just barely hear her muffled voice.
"Mytho what has happened to you? I liked you b-before all this! I liked how you gave up your own heart b-because you cared so much for others! I admired you, I really cared about you! I still do care about you, b-but I'm not in love with you! B-but I still care! Please believe me!" She looked up to Mytho's face, which held an unreadable expression.
"You lie..." he whispered, "You're always lying...you don't really love me at all."
Ahiru gripped onto his shirt and looked up to him with pleading eyes.
'Believe me Mytho! I know it's confusing but you have to believe that I care!'
Mytho looked at her quizzically for a second, before laughing with a strange smile.
"Oh I see," he mused crazily, "You love me so much, but you're afraid of vanishing, and of Fakir. He doesn't want you to love me," his strange smile never left his face and Ahiru didn't like where this was going, "He wants you all to himself. It's okay to love me Tutu, your heart is more than enough for me and the Raven. I'll fix the problem with Fakir in no time."
'What the cheerios?!' Ahiru thought.
But she was left no more time to muse over the insanity of Mytho's presumption, because Mytho leaned in a bit too close for comfort.
"I'll make you forget all about Fakir so you can love me and only me."
With that, Drossylmeyer chuckled heartily as Mytho closed the gap between their lips, placing his hand behind Ahiru's head and his arm around her waist in the spinning frame.
Drossylmeyer looked to the other frame which held Fakir and Rue arguing in the school fields, both determined to reach the domain where Rue once held the heartless Mytho captive.
"You had better hurry, you two, or the ones you love will both be swept from right under your noses, ha ha ha!"
End!
I know what you might be thinking.
"SHE HASN'T UPDATED IN A LONG TIME AND SHE SAID IT WOULD HAVE BEEN UPDATED THE SATURDAY OF THE LAST CHAPTER!"
Life and lack of proper internet has stopped me. And procrastination.
"I'VE WAITED THIS LONG AND I READ THIS CONFUSING CRAP?!?!"
I know, but I'm trying my best with the plot and trying something DIFFERENT from the other plots with DIFFERENT couplings astray from the normal AXF and RXM.
"I HATE AHIRU AND MYTHO TOGETHER!"
I don't, and besides, how many fics do you actually see where Ahiru isn't immediately paired with Fakir? Few, my friends. Few. Be patient this is somewhat temporary.
"I'M CONFUSED!"
I know. But it will come together like in SAW III in the end, hopefully. Please bear with it.
"FINALLY! WHEN WILL THIS GIRL UPDATE FASTER!"
I'll try.
"YAY! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!"
You might have too, but thank you for your support.
"This was kind of boring."
Some boring drama is required of this fic. I promise more humour!
"It's not that great, but it isn't bad."
I'll try harder, and thank you for not calling it crap.
"You grammar skills suck."
I know. TT
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Sorry if I seem mean, but I'm mad at myself for lack of updating and the need to do homework. And expecting critical reviews doesn't help me much either, haha. But thank you all for reviewing and sorry I'm taking my self-directed anger on you. I'm not perfect .