Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Duck
Summary: Fifty one-shots for a Duck and her Knight.
Disclaimer: I don't own Princess Tutu.
Welcome
"WELCOME HOME FAKIR!"
Fakir was coming home from a long and grueling class and he was tired and aching all over. Normally he would feel fine, but he had been forced to pick up fifteen different dancers during auditions since Mythos decided not to come to practice. He was probably off with Rue somewhere, getting talked into doing something weird.
So he was not going to do anything else but go home and sleep as long as possible. However, someone else had different ideas. When he approached the dorms, he reached for the knob when suddenly a shout made him nearly jump out of his own skin.
"WELCOME HOME FAKIR!" she shouted, making him push up against the door. It was fairly late at night, the moon was already showing, and there Ahiru was standing, dressed in a strange yellow outfit. She looked more like a duck than ever.
"Y-You…" he said, getting control of his feelings. If he had been armed, things would have been different and she wouldn't be smiling so brightly.
"How was practice?" she asked, overjoyed to have found someone to talk to. The others were already heading for bed and she had a feeling that she might need to become Princess Tutu at a moment's notice. She had spotted Fakir from across the lawn so she came over to say hello.
"Fine," he mumbled, turning around and reaching for the knob. She didn't just end the conversation. Quite the opposite, Ahiru chattered on and on, following him all the way up to his room. Fakir's patience was growing thin and he was certain he was going to kill her any moment. He reached his door and now she was on the subject of how strange it was that peanut butter and jelly just seemed to go well together.
"Ahiru!" he barked, making her silent instantly. He didn't speak for a moment, surprised that she even knew how to be so quiet. He took in a long breath and then opened his door. "If you're going to talk, go into my room."
Her face lit up and she skipped right past him into the room. Mythos was gone, but Ahiru didn't seem to notice. She sat down on Fakir's bed and continued to talk about how great the room was and whatever else came to mind. Although Fakir was terribly exhausted, he felt strangely at ease with her presence. He lay out on his bed, Ahiru continuing to just ramble on and on, and before he knew what had happened, she had put him to sleep.
Ahiru looked to get confirmation from him that it was strange that aliens made crop circles. She turned her head to see his eyes were closed and his breathing was even. She leaned closer and saw that he was asleep. She smiled a little, not at all annoyed that he had fallen asleep on her. Actually, she thought he was really adorable when he was sleeping.
"Welcome home, Fakir," she whispered into his ear and pecked his cheek before slipping out of the room. Sleeping still, Fakir dreamed of a little duck doing the same thing…
- If I could dream, I would get to dance a pas a duex with Fakir! Woot! Thanks for reading!
Invader Hog