02/04/2006 21:43:00
With Fakir's hand in hers, Ahiru lead Fakir to the center of the room en point, her legs steady and her smile gentle.
Rue smiled at Mytho and squeezed the hand that he held hers in.
Fakir began to dance and unthinkingly Ahiru followed his movements. The gentle smile shifted to a soft one as she recalled the last time that she and Fakir danced, in the lake, promising to return to their true selves, promising to save Mytho, and Fakir promised that he would be with her, always.
Pique and Lilie watched Ahiru and Fakir dance, their voices caught in their throats. Pique shifted uncomfortably as the tone of the dance changes, conflict entereing the dance.It amazed her that their dance could communicate so much without words, And Pique knew the cause of the conflict between them.
Ahiru, born anew, had come to Fakir with a confession. Ahir had been hopeful, bur hwe hopes had been crushed, and she ran away to hide in her pain. Fakir has pursued her but was prevented from reunion, until he broke through that which blocked him, and rushed to the girl. It was here that the tone of the dance changed, and Pique relaxes slightly. While Ahiru and Fakir had not once glanced at her, Rue and Mytho had, and Pique fidgeted again in place.
The tone of the dance changed again, and Rue leaned over to Mytho. "They compliment eachother so well, ne Mytho?"
He nodded, not taking his eyes from the dancing pair, watching them portray a rebirth of hope, a confession of feelings, and finally, as Fakir lowered Ahiru to the ground, in an uncanny echo of a previous pas de deux, his lips hovered a fraction away from the blushing girl, the budding of romance.
Fakir and Ahiru hoevered unmoving, caught in the spell of the dance. Finally applause erupted through the room, and with a smile Fakir helped Ahiru up off the floor.
He leaned in close. "Ahiru, I have some errands I need to run, for Charon. He surprised me before I left the house. I cannot stay for lunch, bur Rue and Mytho will be leaving tomorrow, and wish for your company.
Fakir saw the briefest flicker of sadness in her eyes before she smiled. "Of course Fakir. I will see you later then." Ahiru whirled around and walked over to Mytho and Rue, wading her way through the crowd that had gathered around the pair.
"Mytho?" Rue's voice was soft as she spoke to Mytho behind her. "Do we dance as beautifully as them?" Rue whispered to him her concern, and Mytho chuckled. Rue blushed as she felt Mythos face hear her hair, his voice whispering in her ear.
"Even more so, my princess, for we do not need to hide our love behind the metaphor of dance." Mytho's voice held a smile, and Rue knew it was echoed on her own face.
"I will always be greatful that the Prince chose me." Rue smiled and stepped away from Mytho, to embrace the approaching Ahiru in a hug.
"You were beautiful Ahiru. Your old skills are emerging." Rue smiled as she felt Ahiru's arms tighten around her form.
"Once I change shall we go to lunch. Fakir said you were leaving tomorrow."
Rue nodded and Ahiru rushed to the dressing room.
"She does well, does she not, when she is confidant in her partner." Rue moved to stand next to Sensei, who smiled, dazed.
"She was beautiful. Her dance with Mytho reminded me of someone."
Rue laughed soflt.y
"Ahiru is Ahiru, Sensei. Nothing more."
Sensei glanced to Rue, an eyebrow raised in question, and Rue smiled, the mysterious smile of a woman with a secret.
"Sensei, if you will excuse me, I must go save Mytho from some overzealous admirers." Rue moved towards Mytho and the crowd of girls who had converged around him after she had left.
"I hate to inturrupt, Mytho, but you have a lunch date with AHiru and myself." Rue wrapped her arms around one of Mythos, pulling him close to her, and he smiled down at her, the crowd of girls moving away at the obvious show of possession.
'I could never forget, Rue." Mytho allowed Rue to lead him towards the door, where Ahiru stood waiting, a bag slung over her shoulder.
Mytho pulled Rue to a stop, a short distance before they reached Ahiru, and leaned close, whispering in her ear.
"Never forget that I chose you as my Princess, there is no other, there has never been another. You are my princess, and I will not forget you in favor of some silly ballet students." His voice dropped to a low whisper in her ear and Rue blushed. "it was your love that reached me, it was your love that saved me, and it is to you that I have given my love, Princess, take pride in that. " Mytho placed a soft kiss on her cheek and guided the blushing princess towards Ahiru.
"Shall we?" Mytho smiled at Ahiru who giggled and grabbed Rue's hand, pulling the couple along behind her.
Fakir paced nervously inside the kitchen at his house, waiting for Rue to bring Ahiru home. Rue had specific instructions and from the look she had gotten on her face, Fakir knew that she would go above and beyond what was asked of her.
"Nervous Fakir?" Mytho sat at the table, calmly sipping a cup of tea, a slight smile on his face.
"You never had to go through this with Rue. She proclaimed her love for you , you saved her, and the two of you lived happily ever after." Fakir sighed and fastened a glare on Mytho's smiling form. "What if she rejects me?"
Mytho's smile widened, and he set of tea cup down. "Have a little faith in yourself, Fakir. It was your kiss, after all, that turned her back into a girl. You will win your princess."
"Hmmm" Fakir didn't answer but leaned against the wall, settling his intense gaze on the door to the kitchen, as if his gaze would make Ahiru appear there as he willed it.
"They are taking a long time.' Fakir's voice was a growl and Mytho laughed.
"Fakir, something that you need to learn about women is that they take a long time to prepare for something important for them."
"I bet Rue is just delaying to annoy me." Fakir glowered at the door and jumped as it opened.
Rue stuck her head in the door and smiled when she saw that Fakir had changed from his uniform to a nice pair of pants and a crisp white shirt.
"I am pleased to present Ahiru." Rue opened the door and stepped aside, revealing Ahiru in the doorway, the sunlight framing her petite frame in the door. Her gaze was fastened on the floor, and Rue had to refrain from laughing outright at Fakir's expression. She and Ahiru had found a pale yellow dress, with a fitted corset bodice and a skirt that flowed in waves to mid calf. White shoes fastened around her ankles in a bow, mimicking her baler flats. Ahiru's hair was down, flowing in loose waves down her back. A few white and yellow flowers had been woven through her hair. Rue smiled, she had turned Princess Tutu into a fairy princess.
"Beautiful" Fakir's whisper caused Ahiru to look up, her cheeks flaming with her blush and Fakir smiled at Ahiru, greeting her with a bow.
"Would you allow this humble knight to escort the princess on an adventure this spring eve?"
Ahiru stared at Fakir, silent and startled, and he quirked an eyebrow at her.
"I am not talking to Rue, Ahiru."
Ahiru blushed and Fakir walked towards her, grabbing her elbow and leading her from the house.
"Baka." Hiw whisper was soft, but it was enough to snap Ahiru from her daze.
She raised her nose and stepped away from Fakir, who smiled fondly at the girl, glad she was back to herself.