The sun had set for the night and Fakir was back in his room at his desk. He had brought Ahiru back with him and she silently slept on the pillow that rested on his bed. He looked at her sleep for a while and then turned back to his desk. He dipped his quill into his ink well and began writing his story…, her story.

Ahiru slept and dreamt about being a human girl once again. She knew it wasn't her original form but she couldn't help but miss her friends from school and to be able to speak with Fakir instead of always just listening to his stories about the school that she missed.

She dreamt away about how she had fallen asleep on Fakir's bed and her wishes echoed in her own head. She wanted to be human again. She felt as though she floated off the bed and turned into a mysterious light and human legs and arms started to sprout from the light. The arms and legs shined at the same brightness as the light but it was still possible to tell what was being formed. Slowly a silhouette of Ahiru's hair started forming along with the rest of her body. Ahiru's eyes were closed as she was still sleeping dreaming of becoming a human girl once again.

She gasped for air as if she had been deprived of it for a time being. With the gasp of air, the light that shone over her body quickly dimmed and her human figure lowered back down onto Fakir's bed. She was human again and wouldn't find out till the next morning. Her wishes had come true and she was a human girl once again.

Fakir set down his quill and took a deep breath. He slouched over his desk almost sweating. He had immersed himself in the story and so he hesitated to look back at her. Would he wake her up? Should he wait for the next morning for her to find out? Fakir then took a deep breath. He stood up with his back to his bed. It had been two years. Would she look any different? Fakir shook his head to himself, almost angry at himself.

"Well I'm not going to know these answers till I turn around now am I?" Fakir said with a sigh. He took another deep breath and slowly turned around to his bed to see the sleeping Ahiru, the sleeping duck.

Fakir almost fell over seeing her still being a duck. It kept every ounce of strength of him inside to not rip his room apart. He fell back and leaned on his desk still staring at the sleeping duck. He turned around and reached for the story he had just written and stared at it and read it over and over. The words ran through his head so many times that he could not understand how it did not work. He sighed and set the story back down on his desk. He took off his shirt and threw it down on the floor and climbed onto his bed, careful not to wake Ahiru. He rested on his back and looked up at the ceiling. He still had a determination to make this work.

"I promise you Ahiru, we'll make you a human girl once again," Fakir muttered as he drifted off to sleep, "I promise."

Fakir turned over on his side away from Ahiru and dreamt about a plan to make his tale come true so he could have his friend back to talk to. He dreamt that he saw Princess Tutu-no, Ahiru in the distance. He tried to run toward her to grab her hand that she was holding out to him while calling his name. He ran as fast as he could but felt he was making no distance. He then screamed Ahiru's name at the top of his lungs and leapt toward her. His hand was about to touch hers and he was about to take her hand like the time he had called her away from Drosselmeyer but when his hand was about to touch, Ahiru turned back into a duck and that's when Fakir awoke and sat straight up in his bed. He looked around the room and didn't see a trace of Ahiru anywhere. He leapt out of bed and ran downstairs to see Charon sitting at his workbench.

"'bout time you woke up. You're going to be late to school if you don't get going." Fakir looked at his guardian with an odd expression on his face.

"But it's summer, I didn't take any summer courses" Charon chuckled and stood up and looked at Fakir,

"You still have a whole other month of school, so get going." Fakir was confused but headed back upstairs anyway. Had he dreamt of everything that had happened? He looked over to his desk and saw papers. He picked them up and an even odder thing was off. The story he had written last night was replaced by a dream he felt he had written a month ago. He quickly dressed for school and headed downstairs, said his good byes and headed off to the lake before school started. He thought if he saw Ahiru before school, it might clear his head up a bit.

When Fakir reached the lake, he saw no sign of Ahiru which didn't clear his head up at all. He searched as hard as he could around the lake but knew he had to get to his class. He turned away from the lake to keep walking and as he stepped away he heard a quack behind him which made him spin around only to see another duck. It looked like a normal duck but it was a strange black instead. He shrugged and turned to leave for school.

When he got on the school grounds, he saw a group of girls walking by giggling. As he passed them he overheard them talking,

"They are the cutest couple aren't they?" One girl chirped.

"I know! Who can believe they have been going out for so long?" Another girl chimed in.

"Rue sure is sure lucky to have Mytho." This stopped Fakir dead in his tracks and he couldn't help but look at the girls with his eye wide and astonished and horrified. He felt a bead of sweat form on top of his forehead. He dashed into the school building and started heading toward the ballet class.

'It can't be; it just can't be. There's no way. It has to be some kind of mistake.'

Fakir thought to himself as he burst in through the door to see Mytho and Rue dancing their Pas De Deux like they had so many years ago. Fakir stood there dumbstruck as they finished. He also looked around the classroom for Ahiru but saw no trace of her. Fakir stared at both Rue and Mytho till class ended. It seemed like a lifetime waiting for class to end.

As soon as Neko-Sensei dismissed the class, Fakir ran up to the couple and exclaimed, "What's going on?" Fakir was confused since the couple had been gone for two years and had returned to the fairytale. Any memories of the two had vanished when they had left as did the memories of Ahiru. Mytho and Rue looked at Fakir with confused expressions and still stood together perfectly poised like a prince and princess would.

"We were about to ask you the same thing Fakir. What are we doing out of our story again?"

-Next Chapter coming soon-