Sorry the last one was short, but I have a summer reading thing and my parents were yelling at me to get some work done.
Contest stuff: Winner of the number guess: RedRoseKitsune the number was actually three but since you were the closest with five, which I told everyone it wasn't, you win. And what's with everyone guessing 7 . Don't worry if you didn't win. . New contest: Hmm, good luck with this one… Can a match box?
Disclaimer: I own no Princess Tutu.
"I said, come with me!" The old man shouted gesturing with his hand that the boy should move.
The (hawt) boy gave out a loud, "Quack!" Prince Tutu took a step back and looked at the ground wondering why he had just shouted that in front of Rue. Then he felt his feet pulling him away to the woods down the road leaving Rue blinking in his direction. Since his feet wouldn't stop no matter what he tried, Prince Tutu looked around and he noticed the gray-haired man teleporting from shadow to shadow.
Reaching the forest Fakir tripped and noticed that his clothing was back but not on him (Fangirls stay!). Instead he had shrunken down and he was covered in black and brown feathers surrounded by the heaping pile of the blue and white of his uniform. The only thing on his body was his red pendant.
"That's what happens when you don't listen to good old Drosselmeyer," Fakir heard the man's voice from the shadows. He stepped out from behind the tree line, the feathers on his brown hat and the red and green cloak he was wearing blew backwards as he went forward revealing his green clothing underneath. His brown leather shoes made no sound as they aided their owner approach the small duck nestled in its school uniform. He bent down, making sure he was still in the shadows, to look the duckling in the eye.
The duck was surprised by how swiftly and quietly a man of his age moved and started to quack wildly and flapping around.
Fakir tripped and rolled down his clothes causing Drosselmeyer to chuckle. "Now doing that is what got you into this. Quacking is annoying anyway, just keep it to yourself."
"Quack, quack qua, quack, quack?" Fakir bowed his head so his golden beak was just a mere centimeter from the ground realizing that he had just used duck-speak to ask his question, but Drosselmeyer seemed to understand.
"My, my, that may be a problem… Just jump in the water and you'll turn back, so long as you're wearing that pendant. I mean Ahiru figured it out in the other story…"
"Quack?" Fakir asked noticing someone else had gone through with all this.
"Huh, oh no one, no one at all." Catching his mistake, Drosselmeyer retreated to the deeper shadows of the forest. Fakir struggled to his feet to try to catch the man to ask more questions but light returned fully to the clearing and somehow he wasn't going to find Drosselmeyer here anymore.
Fakir could smell water close-by using his heightened sense of smell to get back to his old self. Dragging his uniform onto his back and then lugging them over to the small pond that he sensed was very tiring. The second he got the clothes off of his back, he collapsed and fell to the water from a piece of earth overhanging the water. Sparkles of red came up from the water and Fakir rolled out flat at the bottom of the shallow pond. Only his face was exposed to the air above the pond and that was distorted because of the thoughts running through his head.
The moment he chose something to think through, his mind quickly pushed more things to worry about in front of that topic. Eventually he gave up on thinking and just that there feeling the water or how it evaporated when the water rocked away from his face only to return to wet it again.
Only after sitting in the water so long that a pale light filled the sky, did Fakir get up and put on his uniform. Is the sun setting or rising, he thought to himself surprised that no longer was his mind blocking ideas. Just as Fakir was buttoning up the front of his shirt he heard a faint song playing and he froze, holding back a quack that would force him back to the water. It twisted around the trees making it hard to tell where exactly the melody was coming from. Then Fakir heard soft footsteps behind him slow and then come to a stop. He turned slowly to face a woman with blue hair and a sweet expression on her face. She had a music box on a slender pole that touched the ground with a wheel. On the side she was turning a lever in circles to make the music play.
"Hello there," She said in a friendly voice and turned her head to the side. The woman stopped the music and told Fakir, "My name is Miss Adel. You look like you need some help."
"I'll be fine." That's where he stopped talking because his voice had stayed as that of Prince Tutu. "Umm, c-could you just tell me whether it's morning or night," Fakir was still unsure of his new voice.
"Why, it's the afternoon. Only about two or three hours after the academy let out."
"Oh, thanks." Wow hardly any time has passed… Why? Miss Adel started her music box again and left through the trees in the direction of the dormitories so Fakir had no choice but to follow her.
"Whenever Drosselmeyer comes out, time slows or even freezes." Adel looked over her shoulder at the boy who had stopped with his foot mid-air and a look of amazement and fear on his face. "Relax, I've been sent to help explain, such is the life of a puppet."
"Puppet?" Fakir sighed heavily at his voice and thought, This is going to take some getting used to…
Adel chuckled airily and tried to coax him, "I like that voice better." Again, he sighed, but this time because he wanted to let out the breath he was holding.
They had reached the dormitories and Fakir quickly said to Adel, "Thanks a lot." He stepped into the stone fenced area of the dorms and closed the gates without locking them. Miss Adel walked away playing her music box quietly, considering those in the homes lining the streets. Fakir kept watching until she went limp and disappeared into the shadows. He gasped but then realized how tired he was even after sitting in the pond not too long ago.
Fakir walked staring down at the pendant that had turned him into Prince Tutu but then he turned his head to look at Rue's window to see if she was fine, but ended up getting an evil glare from a certain red-head. He quickly closed the distance between the boy's dorm and where he was without looking back at Ahiru's death glare. Fakir skipped steps until he reached the fourth floor. Then he slid his feet across the floor until getting to his room's door.
With his eyes ready to close and his sleeping clothes hanging from his shoulders, Fakir realized just how much he regretted getting a room with a bunk bed. Still he forced his body to lift up onto the bed and get under the covers.
There you go good luck on the contest and all those to come.