Contest stuff: The anonymous reviewer riku got the riddle. No a match can't box but a tin can. Actually RedRoseKitsune got it first but since she's already won were letting someone else have a shot. Please tell me what you want to be when included in the story. New Contest: This one is really easy! You just have to be quick because this time the first one to get it in will win. I've changed the contest rules so only the first submitter will win, sorry. What… is my name? Ok, one more thing, yes, I know Sasuke and Naruto are not Princess Tutu characters but I needed some names and their names popped into my head. Especially Naruto's, that cheeky little devil… Lol!
"Fakir, honestly! What do you do to make yourself sleep in so late?" Sasuke yelled at the brown-haired boy through his door. Sasuke banged on it a couple times with his fist but when the door opened, he accidentally hit the very one he was trying to help out of bed in the face.
"I'm ready, let's go," Fakir mumbled coldly as he rubbed his face.
"Whoa! Everyone! Fakir hit puberty!" Both Sasuke and Fakir turned to look at a certain blondey who had just alerted the entire floor of the dorm of Fakir's new vocals. Everyone turned to look to see the normalcy of a tomato-red face, but Fakir's face was as pale as usual. Many onlookers checked the fact under Naruto's puberty idea and went back to what they were doing.
For once Sasuke managed to walk with the crowd and his bud at the same time. Man, he's changed a lot over one night… Sasuke thought about Fakir and his odd reaction, and then chuckled to himself, Odd reaction, that's the same thing that I thought on the first day I met him. The group talked which caused a low humming to reach the ears of those close by.
Everyone filed under the gate to the grounds slowly, cherishing the time they had until classes would begin. Fakir took this time to sit on a bench by the fountain with a dancer in the center of it and think… but he was having a hard time due to someone making all kinds of sounds from behind him. He turned to look at a girl who looked like she was having a bit of trouble figuring out where to go.
"You," Fakir said to her again very cold. She turned ignoring the edge to his voice and nodded acknowledging his voice. Before continuing he looked her over, her uniform held a different air about it that told him whoever this girl was she was at least from the art division of the school. The hair atop her head was a very dark brown and it reached to her shoulders with a braid running down the back. Bangs covering her forehead framed round yet clever eyes. The five-of bell rang from the clock tower alerting those not at their classes should get a move on and she bolted to the ballet wing of the building. Fakir on the other hand rose slowly and took his time getting to the Ms. Cat's.
The room grew silent as Fakir walked into the room and everyone's eyes shot to the clock… two minutes to the bell.
The class stretched waiting for Ms. Cat to arrive. Many girls surrounded a certain brown-haired girl over in the corner.
When Ms. Cat finally entered the room she spoke closing the door, "I figured since Mr. Fakir would be late as always I had some time." She froze, her golden tail flicking when she spotted Fakir sitting against the wall, with some hair covering his eyes. "Well… Um… Oh! I see you've met Miss Sage our new student here in the dancing division." She grasped at the chance to get out of the embarrassment of being late. "Please be nice to her. And now let's begin."
The next few days followed the same pattern only no one announced Fakir had gotten to that age, and Sage switched between dance and art each day.
Then one day as Fakir walked the grounds on a free period he spotted Sage in the art room trying to decide between a pencil, a pen, and a piece of charcoal. Whenever Fakir had been close to Sage in the past few days he never noticed the red light that was invisible to everyone else. Fakir figured out Prince Tutu was needed but for what he had no idea.
He went through the transformation again and padded into the art room. The lighting within the room changed so it seemed eerie but still calming. Sage stood up and stepped away from the stool she had been sitting on and the easel that held the piece she was working on. Prince Tutu entered the room and said, "Are-" There is where he stopped and covered his mouth. No! My old voice is back, and just when I start to like the other one. He quickly took his hand away from his mouth and smiled, "Are you alright?"
"Who… Well… Umm… Yes… Maybe…" Sage muttered out a great many more choices of answers and then went silent.
"You seem to have a great deal of trouble picking things. Why?" Fakir twirled (Ha Fakir twirled… lol, ok back to the story) and came closer to the girl. "Would you dance with me?" Why am I doing this?
Prince Tutu looked to the shadows and saw Drosselmeyer. "My dear duck, this is your job, give the princess without a heart the broken away shards of emotions. Many people, animals, and things have these shards embedded deep within themselves. It is your duty to get them out and back to the princess."
Sage began the list of choices again but Fakir took her hand and began to dance with her. For Rue, I will do this. "Tell me. Why do you always have so much difficulty making simple choices?"
"I'm not sure… I always worry that one choice is not the best for me and so I shy away from it. Then… Then, after some time I begin to think, 'Maybe it is best…' so I try again but again I run from it. I wish… I wish I could just make decisions… without having to waver from one thing to the next."
"It's okay, relax. I will help you be free of this feeling."
"Really?"
"Yes." Their dance had slowed now after Sage had tried to perform different pieces during the middle of their par de deux, but Prince Tutu's firm but gentle hand kept them going. When they finished, Sage disappeared to the shadows and a red Rue stood in her place. "Rue?" Prince Tutu reached out to touch her shoulder.
She shied away from his hand and said, "I'm not sure… But maybe…"
"Who are you?"
"I'm one of the princess's heart shards… The feeling of… umm, indecision…" Then, she took his hand and turned into sparkles which flowed into his hands and turned into a solid crimson stone.
"Return back to Rue…" And with that Prince Tutu tossed the rock into the air and it flew through an open window.
The next day Fakir proceeded directly to the art wing to visit Sage to be sure she was fine. He entered the empty room but went to see her pictures. The one on the easel surprised him. The picture was a well drawn piece of Prince Tutu. He flipped up the cloth covering other pictures and saw dancers from the ballet class drawn in each of them, himself included… though the one of him on his face wasn't much of a favorite.
Fakir jerked his head up to look at the door when he heard a creak. A blushing Sage pushed the door open and walked over to the easel. "Umm… Hi…"
"Hello." Inside Fakir was jumping for joy even though his outside appearance was all but the essence of happiness of any kind. Upon waking up in the morning, he tested his voice waiting for the annoyance of its usual high pitched friendliness, but was surprised and quite glad it was the deeper voice he'd had for almost a week.
"I was going to cover this one," She broke off to take some fabric and cover the pencil drawing of the Prince. "And then head over to the dance division to tell them I'm done."
"Why would you do that?" Fakir asked covering his face-plant picture.
"Last night I realized I didn't like to dance, but to draw it and those who make its magics happen."
"Oh, well then good luck with these…" Fakir walked to the door, but stopped with his hand on the bulk ready to close it behind himself. Over his shoulder he said, "They're good." And he walked, pulling the door close, and went to Ms. Cat's waiting wrath, seeing as how the bell rang out through the school a minute ago.
Well there you go the shards have begun to return home to Rue and Sage is Billie the fourth sage's character if you couldn't figure that out. I hope she turned out o.k. Remember riku, character description! Man I am having too much fun writing this! I break out laughing every once in a while just because I feel so bad about what I'm doing to the poor (hawt) Fakir.