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I do not own Princess Tutu
or any other cool anime
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sooo read and stuff

Once upon a time there was a girl who wrote stories and everybody loved her. When she died at a young age her funeral was beautiful beyond beauty and flowers occupied her grave everyday. There also lived a man who wrote stories, but the town came to loathe him. They cut off his hands, and when that didn't stop him from writing, they killed him. His grave now forgotten. Why oh why did the townspeople hate him and not her, they did have exact same gift.

Drosselmeyer sat in his rocking chair, Uzura at his side. He was rocking back and forth in time with the surrounding gears.

"Hehe," He chuckled, "Such a poor little duck. All you can do is sit and watch. You can't even say hello to the one most dearest to you

"How tragic

"How tragic

"My tragedy did come true; after all I am the weaver of this story. I am sure that the tragic story of a lonesome duck is mine all mine. HAHAHA

"Mine all mine."

From her spot in the lake, Ahiru intensely watched Fakir with her round blue eyes. His hand moving feverishly at the new story he was writing, for now it was his duty to spin the story of Kinkan. "Quack!" Ahiru called, but Fakir didn't notice. 'I wish I could help,' she thought as she gazed into her reflection on the river's surface, 'But I'm just a duck'

"You're not just a duck,"

"Quack!" Ahiru went into a frenzy, "qua quack quaaack!" (Who's there, where are you!)

Time it's self has stopped and the color drained away till all was black. Two familiar brick colored eyes appeared before her.

"My Ahiru, my Princess Tutu. Do you not remember me?"

"Qua," (Drosselmeyer)

"Yes my dear Ahiru, my precious character, the only one who truly had to follow my story," His wide smile appeared in the darkness. "Now, you must tell me before its too late, what is more precious?"

"Quack?" Ahiru stared at him in confusion

"Come on I don't have all day," Ahiru still didn't answer. Drosselmeyer appeared before her and lifted her petite yellow frame to his face. "Come on dear time is of the essence, what's more precious to you. It can be friendship, health, food, life or even love, anything you want," his voice was rushed and panicky.

"Quack," (I don't know) Ahiru sighed.

"You must know, you have to know my little ducky," He looked over his shoulder, "Answer now or the most precious thing will be lost forever!"

"Fakir!" Ahiru screamed.

"What, I don't have time right now to play with you," Fakir groaned without leaving his work. Ahiru looked down at her naked frame "Quack!" she panicked and forced herself underwater.

"Quiet down would ya,"

"Fakir," Ahiru said hesitantly, "Can I ummm, possible, pretty please, if you don't mind, burrow your jacket?"

"And what would a duck need with my jacket," Fakir turned to face Ahiru, his earthy eyes widened, "Ahiru you're a, you're a," Fakir jumped from the dock into the water and embraced Ahiru. "You're beck, you're actually here in my arms," he tightened his arms around her naked frame.

"Fakir" Ahiru whispered in his embrace

"Yes?" lazed Fakir

"I'm still naked"

He immediately released her, blushing when he saw her naked frame. He handed her his jacket, trying not to stare. "Ahiru let's go home, there's so much I want to talk about,"

Ahiru stood up, her legs shaky. She wasn't used to her human form anymore. Before she fell Fakir lifted her up, "I'll carry you," he chuckled, "Idiot"

They sat in silence inside Fakir's house, Fakir facing Ahiru. After Fakir let her shower and gave her some of his clothes. His shirts were two sizes to big; however he could still see her well developed breast through it. Ahiru's hair was out, it was longer than last time, it went down her back, and the tips touched the floor.

Ahiru was looking down at the table, Fakir tried to say something but nothing would come out.

"This isn't much talking," Ahiru finally broke the silence.

"Well I just don't know how to say it," Fakir replied as he stood up, "Ahiru, before I actually say anything," he sighed, "Are you still in love with the prince?"

"Ummm, no, well I don't think so," she was twiddling with her thumbs, "I think I like someone else,"

"Who?" Fakir question.

"Ummmm, no one important"

"Hmmm, well we have to find out why you're back,"

Ahiru began to talk, but Drosslmeyeer's voice boomed loudly in her head, forcing her to quack, "Don't tell. Don't tell! Or everything will fail," she heard.

"Ahiru, are you ok?" Fakir asked.

"Nothingnothing. I'mreallyfinebutweshouldreallyfindoutwhyi'mherebettersafethansorry,"she rambled.

Hearing Ahiru ramble on reminded Fakir of how cute she was, "Slow down, slow down. One word at a time," He chuckled.

"Maybe we should find Mytho and Rue, you know, to tell them the news, hehe," Ahiru tried her best to calmly say.

"Stop!"

'What, that annoying prince is still in this story? No no no, He must go. That disastrous character is ruining the tale. This 'once upon a time' has no need for him. He must go, he will go.

"Hahaha goodbye you awful prince, I won't let another one of Drosslmeyeer's creations ruin mine,"

"What was that Ahiru?" Fakir asked

"I... I forgot," Ahiru said sheepishly.

I apologize for any mistakes
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commet, flame, whatever... this is my first
-Mel-

yep second attempt