Ohayo minnasan! Gomen, for updating so late but my mid term exams were this week and had not a chance to update this story. But I will make it up with this chapter! Hope you like it and enjoy!

Some of the characters are probably going to be OOC.

The Prince

Previously on the The Prince: 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.

Chapter Three: The Return to the Sugarplum Land

For Ahiru, everything happened in a blur. One second the cat was crotched ready to launch itself on the two, and the next it vanished. It seemed impossible for the girl at how remarkably the cat's agility was. Shoot if she was her regular height, she wouldn't agree with herself now. Her eyes darted left to right expecting the enormous feline to appear. Ahiru's heart pounded with the fear of falling victim to its paws. Turning to the prince she was shocked to see him battling the very creature she was looking for.

Senor Mytho's sword, strained underneath the pressure of the cat's fearsome fangs. Perspiration formed on his forehead as he fought the cat, along with the ever tempting urge to rest. Although he could move and spring like any normal human being could, he however, was still a porcelain doll which made him have a huge disadvantage to the feline. Grunting from the large amount of weight upon him, he reached within himself to give him strength. With a battle cry, Senor Mytho pulled the cat off of him as they both clashed again, sword against fangs.

Ahiru watched the fight with apprehension. As each clashed, she cringed every time she heard the scrape of Senor Mytho's glass skin against the wood floors. In her mind, she was begging for the two to stop but the words couldn't form on her tongue. Ahiru was paralyzed, paralyzed by dread. She knew that the battle wouldn't last any longer if Senor Mytho by chance slipped. With determination to halt the duel, she ran toward them in hopes of stopping them before it was too late.

At this point, the feline had it's fangs firmly latched on the tiny sword as the prince was crotched on the floor, holding the sword in both hands. His fragile skin banged slightly against the floor as he felt the beginning of cracking from beneath the strain.

Suddenly, his ears twitched when he heard the pitter patter of approaching footsteps coming his way. Shifting his golden hues toward the new source of noise, his heart tighten at the sight of his love dashing to them. Releasing one of his hands from the sword, he shouted for her not to interfere.

Unfortunately, the huge neko grew tired of his porcelain friend deciding to switch his prey, and the pretty ballerina was the exactly what he was searching for. Smacking his lips from the sight of the scrumptious girl, he darted for the bewildered ballerina.

For the second time Ahiru paused, alarmed by its speed once again. Prancing with such extraordinary agility was impressive if she just wasn't the prey it was going after. Shielding her face with her arms in front, she braced herself for the rough impact. Shutting her blue eyes tight, she heard the hiss of the animal above as she quivered. Though, at the instant she heard the swish of its paw and felt the wind upon her face, someone grasped her body away from the danger.

Peeking from the narrow slits of her eye lids, she gasped when she saw Senor Mytho holding her body. Opening them completely, realized that her body wasn't on the ground like she expected, but lifted up in the air. Blushing from this, the prince bent her body backwards to avoid the next blow. As another swing, he spun Ahiru round and round to miss every single attack.

Even though it seemed awkward how they avoided the cat's paw, they looked to be doing ballet all at the same time. Strange yes, but it was also very poetic the way the prince would turn and rotate her body to dodge the strikes. In fact, their aspect appeared as if they were merely acting out a theatrical play. But my friend it wasn't any ordinary play , this was battle against a ferocious beast the two lovers had to escape from.

As Ahiru and Senor Mytho stretched one leg behind and one hand extended forward, Ahiru was surprised by their movements. 'Senor Mytho is actually doing a Pas de deux and now a arabesque with me. I never thought I'd have the experience or opportunity to do this. Oh Senor Mytho, arigato.'

"Tutu…let's leave this place and return to our world."

His smooth, rich voice felt like velvet snuggling her in an embrace of warmth. Too absentminded by his enticing words, she bobbed her head. Taking her hand, he lead her to the Christmas tree where the beautifully wrapped gifts laid. Chanting under his breath at appeared to be a spell being cast, an illuminating white light transmitted from one of the presents. Smiling at the translucent box before them, he grabbed the girl's hand, leading her straight into the white light that closed right after them.

The cat who saw the whole thing, pranced over to the box to enter into white world, but smacked dab into the present they used as a portal. A somewhat of a moan and hiss came from the purple neko.

"Soon Princess, you will become mine once again." A cracky voice croaked, though the question you would have to be asking yourself is who? Who's voice could possibly have said that since there was no one else in the room?

oooooooooooooooooooooo

The bright expansion of white nothingness blinded the duo as surges of light past them. Embracing Ahiru tight, the light then diluted replacing it with silhouette forms of scenery that was difficult to see clearly at first. As the whiteness slowly died down, the shadowy forms revealed a district of bonnets with a grandeur manor looming over the valley.

Untangling herself out of his embrace, she awed at the sheer beauty of the surreal, fantasy-like world. The pretty scenery to Ahiru, looked scenic and exotic compared to the plain life she was accustomed to. From the trees, to the flowers, to the castle, and to the sky, it all appeared to be like a painting someone painted on the top of their head. A dreamy, haven to escape from reality. 'Yeah I must be dreaming.' She thought as Mytho stood by her side also peering at the same verdant.

When he stared at the vast land of bonnets and trees, he too had envisioned himself watching this through her eyes for the first time. It was a beautiful world he had to admit, and was glad for taking good care of the plantation to capture his beloved's gaze of interest. Averting his amber hues to her, he bowed in a gentleman like manner, as he raised his hand beckoning her to follow him to his home. Their home.

Astonished once again by his courteous manners and gestures, she blushed profoundly as she nodded for him to take her away. Gently grabbing her cream colored hands, he interlocked his pale hands with hers, as they ventured to the manorial that awaited for their arrival. An intake of air was taken surprised when she felt his porcelain hand's temperature change from cool to lukewarm, and the smooth texture of his palms, transform to a slightly calloused and soft palms of a normal human's hand should feel like. Her instincts sensed something was erroneous and off balanced that would be bound to occur in the near future.

In the far distance, an inaudible cackle echoed soundlessly in the wind, as a fuzzy face appeared in the azul sky. It's yellow eyes gleamed with a dangerous aura, piercing it's eyes on the young prince on the ground below.

Sensing its eyes boring into the back of his head, Mytho turned to the clouds as the face vanished from sight.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Well that's the end to the third chapter, I hope this is long enough, though I doubt it, so I will leave with a short message. The next chapter is coming real soon called, "The Kidnapped." Gomen, but it appears this story is reaching it's end but don't worry, I will make more Princess Tutu stories in the future when I do my other stories first. Damn it sucks to have so many ideas in your head all at the same time.

Till next time Ja'ne!