+Princess Tutu: Kapitel des Vogels+
Author: hakuchou-san
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu.
Author's Note: Yup, so, sorry for the delay. I had a tremendous writer's block. I know a lot of the major plot points and stuff, but I'm just having trouble getting there. And since me writing has gotten in the way of my schoolwork, I decided to wait until summer vacation started to write. Plus, I finally found a way to take screencaps of Princess Tutu on our eMac. So that kinda consumed me for a while, seeing as how I've screencapped episodes 6-18 in the past few days...anyway, I hope you like this next chapter!
NOTE: I wrote the last part while listening to "Waltz of the Flowers by Tchaikovsky. Tee hee...
Now, let us continue our interrupted story. Is what is waiting for us a happy ending? A cruel ending? Or maybe...?
Chapter One: The Duck's Transformation
Part Two of Two
Mytho?
Hani rushed over to Mytho, crying out, "Your Highness! They show no respect!" He rested his head on Mytho's shoulder, sobbing loudly.
He obviously has some issues... Fakir thought to himself as he shook his head. He glanced down at Ahiru, and noticed she was silent. She's probably remembering the past.
Fakir turned back to Mytho, who looked back and smiled. "It's been awhile, Fakir, Tutu." He gave the duck a soft smile, which made her blush. "Or should I say, Ahiru?"
Ahiru looked down and blushed even more. Mytho only smiled. He bent down and picked Ahiru up, who in return quacked nervously. "Has our good knight been treating you well?"
Ahiru turned to Fakir, but he was already walking away. Mytho began walking as well, still carrying Ahiru. Mytho started talking to Ahiru, even though she couldn't talk back. "Although it is hard to believe that you were once Princess Tutu-- no offense, though-- I'm glad, that you, of all people, was Tutu." Ahiru blushed and looked up questioningly. Mytho looked straight ahead and continued. "Because, if it had not been you, Ahiru, things might've...no, would have turned out differently. You, who was filled with so much hope and love, were the only one who could save us. I would not be with Rue if it weren't for you. Thank you."
And at that moment, Ahiru felt proud of herself.
"Would you kindly get Rue for me please?"
"Yes, of course, Your Majesty!"
As one of the maids ran off to find Rue, Ahiru (still being held by Mytho) glanced at her surroundings. In the hallway that she, Mytho, and Fakir were standing in, there were many intricate paintings of not only people, but landscapes and animals. There was one she particularly liked, though. It was of a white swan, floating in a pond, with grass and trees around it. That reminds me of the pond I swim in in Kinkan Town.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Mytho began to speak again. She and Fakir both looked at him. "Just to let you know ahead of time, Rue doesn't remember anything about being Kraehe, so it'd be wise not to mention it. It'll cause painful memories to flood back to her. I think you know what I mean, Fakir." He looked at Fakir, and Fakir nodded. Then Ahiru understood. Rue-chan surpressed her memories about being Kraehe, just like Fakir did with his ability to write stories that came true. Poor Rue-chan...
"But Rue has changed a little. She's not the same as before--"
"Did someone say my name?"
Ahiru quacked happily. Rue-chan! She flew out of Mytho's arms and up to Rue as she walked toward them. Rue held out her arms and caught Ahiru and held her close. "It's nice to see you again, Ahiru." Ahiru responded with a quack.
Ahiru noticed that Rue and Mytho were wearing the same clothes they wore when they left the day the raven was defeated. Rue looked absolutely stunning in her cream-colored gown, and Mytho looked just as handsome as he did before.
Fakir and Rue didn't hug, only nodded at each other. They were never really friends, but they now were on much friendlier terms.
Rue looked back at Mytho, saying, "Anyway, what were you three talking about about?"
Mytho smiled. "Oh, nothing really. Just, uh, how remarkable that painting is!" He pointed to the one Ahiru was admiring earlier, the one with the swan.
Rue didn't seem too convinced, but she didn't prod on. Instead, she said, "Well, then, Ahiru, Fakir, let us show you two around. We'll give you a grand tour.
Ahiru waddled around outside, making trails in the sand. She had never been to a beach before, let alone see one. It was much different from the pond. She took in the scent of the salt water, and jumped in. It was cold, but Ahiru had fun playing in the waves. I wish Fakir and Mytho and Rue-chan were with me.
Ahiru recalled what had happened earlier. Rue had said it was time for dinner to be served, and they all headed to the dining room to eat. "The big feast is tomorrow, and there's going to be lot of people, adults and children. We've invited all of Kinkan Town, so it'll be crowded."
As they reached the doors, the cook that was standing there waiting for them stopped smiling as soon as she saw Ahiru. She looked rather nervous.
"Oh, I'm sorry sir. Animals aren't allowed inside the dining room."
She directed that toward Fakir, who was now holding Ahiru. He was obviously annoyed at him calling her an animal, and was about to say something back when Mytho said, "It's okay, she's special."
"But--"
Rue stepped in. "Are you defying us? You know, we could have you kicked out and banished right now!"
Wow, Fakir thought. She's very good at intimidating people. No wonder she has all the control around here. He noticed that sometimes even Mytho trembled when she gave orders.
The cook cowered as Rue took a step toward her, still spouting out threats, when Ahiru quacked to get their attention. No, no, it's fine! I'll just wait outside. It's okay, really!
Then she remembered they couldn't understand her.
Fakir, after living with her for all those months, understood what she was saying. Partly because he knew what she would've said if she could. He cleared up the confusion by stating what she had said, and that was it.
So now Ahiru was by herself-- having fun, nontheless-- in the ocean. They should be getting back soon... she thought as as was engulfed by a wave. She was having a hard time reaching the surface when she felt strong and firm hands lift her out of the water.
"Moron, you might drown like that," Fakir teased as Mytho and Rue walked toward the water's edge. Fakir was knee-deep in the water, and he started to walk out.
"Can ducks even drown though?" Mytho asked with a curious look on his face.
"You never know with her..." Fakir mumbled to himself. Unfortunately, Ahiru heard. She quacked angrily and attempted to splash water on Fakir, but to no avvail.
"Here, let me help you with that," Mytho said as he walked ankle-deep in the water and splashed Fakir.
"What the heck?" Fakir shouted, drenched in salt water. He splashed Mytho back, soaking him as well. Rue shrugged her shoulders and joined them.
Little did they know that a black haired girl was watching them from afar.
It became dark out. Fakir and Ahiru shared a room all to themselves. As Fakir took a shower, a maid helped set up Ahiru's bed.
A pillow with a blanket over it.
Sheesh, you think in a sophisticated place like this, they'd have a fancier bed for a duck, Fakir thought to himself as he walked out of the bathroom. He was already dressed for bed, so he climbed in and pulled the covers over. Ahiru quacked "goodnight", and Fakir responded the same.
No matter how hard Ahiru tried to get comfortable, she just couldn't. She tossed and turned, fell onto the floor a couple of times, and eventually she gave up. Fakir noticed this, and sighed. "Hey, you can sleep with me, if you want."
Luckily it was dark, so they didn't noticed the other blushing.
"Not with me, but, uh, you can sleep on the bed too." Fakir almost smacked himself on the head. He knew how wrong that sounded, and was sure Ahiru was looking at him with disgust. But he then heard a soft plop! and turned over. Though it was dark, his eyes had already adjusted, and he saw Ahiru lying down next to him. He blushed and immediately turned away.
And they slept.
The next morning, they woke up super early to get to breakfast. Ahiru was so tired she almost ran into a wall. And this time she was allowed in the dining room.
"We're gonna take you around and show you-- Mytho, would you wake up already?" Rue screamed through the bedroom door. Fakir and Ahiru grew tense. Rue sighed heavily. "He always wakes up late...anyway, we'll meet you outside, Mytho!"
They waited on the beach again, this time not going in. Rue told them pointless stories of their life there that only seemed to interest Ahiru.
Meanwhile, up in Mytho's room, he had just gotten out of bed when he heard a knock on the door. "Coming!" He tried to quickly change out of his nightshirt, but he hadn't even unbuttoned the first button when the door swung open.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not ready yet," he started, and the black-haired girl walked toward him. Her deep violet eyes showed malicious intent, and Mytho took a step back, the window behind him.
Gears turned everywhere. The old man with the red cape on gasped. "Oh dear, the story is going to move again! I guess this story isn't over yet, eh?" He watched as a gear showed a purple-eyed girl push the white-haired prince out of the window.
The old man turned to the little girl beside him, who was beating a drum and "ooh!"ing. "Uzura, I believe it's time to send you back into the story again."
"Oooh! Okay-zura!"
And the girl jumped through the gear, singing "love-love-love-love...!"
Ahiru listened to the stories of Hani and his dramaticness when they all heard a shout from behind them. "Woowww! He's falling from a window-zura!"
Everyone turned to the little girl who was pointed to the castle in awe. "Uzura! What're you..." Fakir started, then they registered what she had said. They all turned to look, and saw a white-haired boy in only a nightshirt falling from a window.
"Mytho!"
"Oh dear, the prince is going to die! And after you worked so hard to defeat the raven and restore his heart!" Drosselmeyer cackled. "Who is going to save him? Not the useless knight or the princess. Who else?"
Oh no! Ahiru screamed in her mind. Mytho can't die! Not after all the trouble we went through! If...if only I could be Princess Tutu, just one more time!"
Drosselmeyer jumped up and down on a gear. "Thar's what I wanted to hear! Are you going to save the prince? Do you want to be Princess Tutu again to save the prince? Very well then!"
Uzura pulled out a necklace with a red stone on it out of her pocket. "This belongs to you-zura!" She exclaimed as she draped it around the duck's neck. She was suddenly enveloped in a bright light, and Rue and Fakir had to shield their eyes. Then, someone they had never seen in a long time appeared in front of them.
Princess Tutu.
"Prince!" Tutu exclaimed as she did a grand jete up and toward the falling Mytho. She caught him by the hand and lifted him up. Mytho looked startled. "Tutu?"
Fakir was amazed as well. But, how did she...?
Tutu and Mytho slowly floated back down to the ground, softly landing in the sand. "Prince..." Tutu smiled, then gasped as she heard Fakir call her name behind her.
"Ahiru! W-wha...how...?" They were all astonished at seeing Ahiru human again, all except Uzura, who was too busy observing the girl looking down at them from Mytho's window.
Tutu looked down at herself. "Wh...q--QQUUAACCKKK!"
She turned back into a duck just as easily as she had turned into Tutu. Eh? Why--how did I turn into Tutu again!
Drosselmeyer watched it all from a gear. "At last! The next act begins! But this time, things will turn out differently than before! There won't be any happy ending. Yes, tell me the finest tragedy! I look forward to it, little duck! Ehehehehehe!"