Hey minnasan! I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter cause I sure did. And I now I hope you continue reading the next, so here it is. The next chapter.

The characters might be OOC just for a warning. Enjoy!

The Prince

Previously on The Prince: Tightening her grip on the doll, the pinkish orange haired girl, whispered for the prince to be "real," everything soon started to swirl and twirl, spiraling into a dimension none could imagine was possible.

Chapter Two: The Transformation

As the hands to the grandeur grandfather clock pointed upward, it stuck twelve, clanging its bronze bells against one another, creating echoes beyond the cozy living room to the quiet corridor outside. The girl on the floor yawned, rising from her spot on the ground, she stretched the kinks from her back. Rubbing the sand from her eyes, she looked at the clock across the room.

"It already Midnight? But it was only six thirty when Grandpa Drosselmeyer was here."

Shaking her head to remove the lightheadedness she felt, Ahiru turned to the blanket and pillow she was using earlier to discover something wasn't right. Instant, panic jolted her senses when she found her doll no longer in the place she was resting. Tossing the blanket and pillow aside in a frenzy, nothing was present beneath either one.

"No, Grandfather's present, it's gone."

Slumping to the wood floor, the tug of tears threaten to spill from their glossy chambers. Two hands cupped her to hide the shame she felt about losing the precious and irreplaceable gift she received. What was Ahiru going to tell her grandpa when he stopped by to visit again? Would she actually lie to her only family she had left? No she couldn't do such, she had to find the porcelain doll, even if she lost sleep trying to find it. With renewed determination, Ahiru picked herself off the ground as she began her search.

Pushing back couch cushions, checking under the sofa, behind closed currents, and even looking around the Christmas tree, Ahiru had no success in finding her new friend. Sighing at having no luck at all, she crossed her arms in frustration. "Where could he be?"

Closing her eyes, she tried to recollect the places she might've forgot. But just as her mind started pressing itself to remember, a noise interrupted her concentration as she opened her eyes. Shifting her blue eyes in every direction, an eerie silence hovered over Ahiru.

Scratch, Scratch.

Perspiration soon clung to her body as fear crept into her entire body. Shivering in fright from the unknown source of noise, she ventured to the door that it was coming from. Her steps became more and more hesitant each time the scratching increased its volume.

Gulping from the sheer terror of it all, her hand slowly reached for the knob. However, whatever was on the other side, sensed her presence near by, thus pounced its weight on the door, scaring the wits out of the poor girl who already opened the doors. In a desperate attempt, Ahiru tried to close them for it not to come in, but the thing had already entered the room landing directly on the girl making her stumble and fall hard on the floor, conking her head roughly against wood. Groaning from the impact, her eyes fluttered wide open to see what the "it" was.

What she saw was two enormous furry paws pressed against her chest supporting its large body. Trailing her eyes up, she saw a bulbous body that went with the paws, followed by the chubby face with its whiskers sticking out, and eyes slanted and slit down the middle.

It was just an ordinary cat that caused all the commotion but if you examined it further more, you'd see that it had odd coloring for a cat. It was purple with matches of white on it chest and tummy, and also at the very ends of its furry paws. Yes it was very strange to see one with unnatural colors, but it was weirder with what was between its fangs.

Gasping in surprise, she lifted her hand to the object in its mouth.

"Thank you kawaii neko."

But the cat refused to give Ahiru the doll without a fight. Grunting at his strength, she grabbed it with both her hands and pulled on her end. The official tug of war was on. On one end, the cat, who was still sitting promptly on Ahiru's torso, tugged as Ahiru who held the dolls hands, pulled back. The match seemed quite equal from anyone's prospective, but if you think about who had the upper hand, you'd be surprised.

With one final pull, the cat managed to take the porcelain doll away from Ahiru as he sprinted for the doors behind him. Freedom was just beyond those two doors he had to pass, but the freedom train wasn't waiting for his arrival today no. In fact it already left the station. Before the cat was a couple of inches out, the doors were slammed in it's fluffy face, leaving a nice little bump on its head. Dropping the doll, the cat went into unconsciousness.

Grinning at her job well done, she gathered the doll in her arms, smiling that he was safe and sound once again, though she wasn't expecting a thanks of gratitude from the doll itself. Craning it's white head to meet her gaze, it gave a bow. Ahiru "eeped" from the sudden inanimate object moving that she threw it on the couch. Although it was porcelain, and would've chirped or broke into pieces from any normal hurl, it however, landed safely on the cushions she tore off from her search minutes ago.

Quivering in fright, her muscles tensed when she spotted it animate once again. Pinching her forearm to see if she wasn't hallucinating, she winced from the pain it brought her. Shaking her head, she couldn't believe her what her eyes had seen.

"No." She whispered to herself as it hopped off the sofa and slowly made its march towards her.

"This has to be a dream, it just have to be." Her legs started buckling as the doll continued coming her way. When it was inching closer she inhaled her breathe, ready to release a blood piercing scream, when a rich voice halted her actions.

"Stop my princess!"

Pausing in sheer shock, her mouth hung wide open at the exact words he uttered from his tiny mouth. 'He called me his princess? Did that throw jumble his brain or perhaps…he isn't lying?' Snapping out her train of thought, she glanced at the foot size doll at her feet. Her blue eyes narrowed as she tried to figure out what could've caused him to move. Ahiru pondered on the subject until she grew bored at the mind boggling phenomenon before her. Downcast eyes locked on the prince who appeared puzzled just as her. Raising one hand and extending her index finger, she started interrogating the porcelain doll.

"Let me get this straight, if I was your princess, wouldn't I have already known of what befall you, and wouldn't I be bewitched in dance for all eternity?"

The prince lowered his gaze as his visage looked perplexed with questions as well. Shifting his golden orbs back on the girl, he smiled holding out his right hand. Cocking his head in the direction of his hand, he indicated for Ahiru to take his hand. Curiosity took control of her left hand as she reached for his hand, only to hesitantly flinch back in slight fear. But her battle between curiosity and worry came to a conclusion when she successfully touched his hand.

Flashes of light sparked from their hands as the bright light engulfed the girl. Gasping from surrealism that was taking place, she experienced overwhelming dizziness as her world spun all around. Faster and faster it span until Ahiru started feeling queasy. But that wasn't as strange compared to room expanding, or the fact that the doll's hands started fitting with hers.

Just as soon as the abnormal phenomenon occurred abruptly, it halted just as quickly as the girl took in her surroundings. Immediately her sapphire eyes shrunk from shock. The room she was occupying was a lot more vast than she remembered seconds ago, and since when had the tree become enormous? Averting her gaze back to the prince, she was surprised by the gorgeous smile he held.

"My princess I longed to see you." Kneeling on one knee, his pale lips brushed against Ahiru's hand who's countenance gained a shade of color.

Although it was a polite way for a man to greet a lady, it was rather quaint and odd for the young girl who was blushing profoundly. Slipping her hand away from his she noticed something that was different. Lifting her hand to her eye level, she saw a golden beaded bracelet attached to her wrist, glimmering brilliantly from the light the fireplace gave them.

Looking down at her clothing expecting to see her uniform, instead saw a beautiful white and pink prima ballerina outfit clinging snugly to her body. Yellow wings produced from the back of the costume, with white panty hoes and white ballet shoes at her feet.

Pausing from her new discovery, she ran the Christmas tree to see her reflection. Finding a nice round ornament, she peered into its globe seeing a whole different person instead of herself. Her long hair that reached below her knees, was now above her shoulders and more pink than orange, with the ends a snow white with a few hairs sticking straight toward the sky. On her head, a small crown was balanced in the center, and on her neck was a beautiful butterfly necklace with mixtures of blue, pink, and white.

Turning back to Senor Mytho, she saw the smirk dance across his visage. Kneeling down like he done before, he praised Ahiru with words of love and devotion. Though with every word spoken, the girl felt her heart being stabbed simultaneously from his mistake in identity, even though she now looked remarkably like the "Princess Tutu" in her grandfather's story. Story? Maybe Drosselmeyer might've had some reason for doing this? It seemed logical if you think about the possibilities and happening one after the other. But still it seemed too much like a fantasy to even be real.

Alas, Ahiru didn't have the chance to explain to Senor Mytho who she exactly she was because there came a sudden creak from the floorboards. They both whipped their heads in the direction the noise came from. The silhouetted form of a creature, crept towards them making creaks it time it took a step forward. It was hard to have made out what it was, except for it's yellow eyes slit down the middle, which held the aspect of a predator in them, and they it's prey. Arching it's lower body, swaying it to and fro, it's fiendish eyes blackened as it dashed toward them intending to catch them and have them as it's next meal.

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I hope you like this exciting chapter! Yeah you get to see Senor Mytho! I wonder what is it that wants them as dinner? Well you have to tune in for the next wonderful chapter called, "Return to Sugarplum Land."

I hope more people review and I really hope by this story more people will make Senor Mytho/Ahiru stories! I know my last review said they are doing it but for someone than that's fine, at least it's good to know that I'm not the only one that loves this pairing!

See yah in the next chapter, but I won't guarantee you that it will be updated as fast as this one.

Ja'ne!