Oi Minnasan, I hope I could extend this chapter because my chapters aren't so long. So I will try to make this longer, and since this is the second chapter to the ending, it will probably be long. So enjoy!

Some of the characters are going to be OOC. I believe this might go up in rating for the ending of this chapter. Just for a warning.

The Prince

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

Chapter Four: The Kidnapping

Gold penetrating hues, gazed at the clouds where the face appeared seconds before vanishing. Narrowing his eyes in high suspicion, he gripped onto the hault of his sword for anything that might occur. Although Senor Mytho couldn't visually see the obscured visage, he knew something was there, watching their every actions. He had to protect Ahiru from whatever was after her, no matter what the cost may be.

The wind begun picking up it's speed, whisking along petals and leaves from the flowers and trees. It wasn't long when the chill from the air brought the two into fits of shivers, and the familiar goose pimples that went with it. Was it an ominous storm brewing or just a normal cold front?

The cold wind brought the prince's mind back to the quivering princess beside him. He nearly smacked himself for forgetting where their current status was. Instead of being inside his cozy manor, here they were, freezing to death outside. Sighing for his own stupidity, he removed his cape draping it over her small shoulders instantly warming the shivering girl.

With that one simple gesture, her face once again lit with a scarlet tinge. Touching the soft insides of the cloak, she felt velvet. Smirking at the prince for his kindness, Ahiru wrapped the cape around her tiny figure, securing it tightly with her two hands. However, she then grew embarrassed by his transfixed stare on her, and thus shifted her head in the opposite direction. Awkward, yes, strange, a definite hai, but…it wasn't something that Ahiru didn't hate either.

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As the duo neared the castle, a sneeze interrupted the girl's train of thought. Looking at her companion next to her, she noticed he too was cold like she was minutes ago. Guilt soon sprang into her soul for her selfish deed. 'How could I be so rude and decline his offer. But his eyes looked so pleading, as if begging for me to take it. Oh man, now I'm completely uncertain what to do.' Looking left and right for something suitable to heat him up, an idea popped into her head as she slowly loosened the cape from her shoulders.

Cuffing his mouth, Senor Mytho unleashed another monstrous roar of a sneeze. Shivering from the wind's strong breeze, he rubbed his arms up and down in an attempt to keep himself warm. Alas, the more he moved his arms up and down in a manifold, he would lose too much energy from freezing and also…it was futile with the continuous gestures to ever warm him to the temperature he was desiring.

Cursing to himself, he refused to admit that he wished he hadn't given the princess his cloak. Of course, anyone who was chilly and wanted warmth, would have those sort of thoughts. But Senor Mytho was too selfless and prideful to say what was on his mind. Sure, he used to rule the Sugarplum land long ago before that sinister creature destroyed it all, and separated his love by casting a spell on them, but he was confident that this time he would be able to have everything turn back to normal, and be happy once again.

As the prince's mind was miles away from reality, a warm cape draped over him in an embracing warmth of kindness. The moment that velvet touched his now porcelain gone skin, he snapped out of his thoughts to meet a pair of nervous azul ones, staring into his amber ones. Mytho gawked at the princess's sudden act of boldness, as her eyes averted to the ground. He watched as her fingers twiddled from his steady gaze on her.

Her lips trembled and fumbled for the right words to explaining her actions, but she couldn't find the precise thing to utter. Ahiru's countenance brightened with the familiar color she wore when she grew shy, or ashamed. Taking a deep breath, she calmly stated her answer to the inquiring she saw in his golden hues.

"Well you seemed to be trembling from the cold, so I assumed you needed something to warm you up so…" She looked down, ashamed that her words weren't proper and grand, for someone of royalty. But her feelings were soon altered when she felt his hand tug her closer to his now non-porcelain body.

Gasping from his abruptness, she blushed when his visage changed from stunned, then melting into a wide smile. 'His smile…so gorgeous.' She drooled at the handsome prince's smile. Even though it was a smile that didn't appear to be something extravagant for anyone who ever was smirked at, to Ahiru it was a heartfelt grin. The way his dimples deepened into his face, how his eyes glowed with intensity from repeating his early gesture. Why, she nearly fainted when she felt his lips kiss her forehead.

Smirking at her reaction he said, "There now, with the both of us wrapped together, we can stay like this without getting cold."

Nodding in response, they both made it to the entrance of the manorial, where servants gaped at the presence of not only seeing their prince, but also Princess Tutu herself. Bowing down to show their respect for their master and mistress, they opened the doors to the castle leading them into their destiny.

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In another manor miles away…a silhouetted form sat on their thrown, enraged by the new turn of events. Gazing at the glowing orb hovering in the atmosphere, he let out a scream that was almost identical to a neko's hiss, as he flung the ball of foretelling across the room and into a wall. No damage was made on the orb unlike the wall, as it descended to the floor with a loud 'Plop,' chipping the tile floors that were just waxed only a week ago.

Growling at having such bad fortune befall him, he began bathing himself, licking himself with a rapidly vigorous fashion. He grew furious when the ball rolled over to him, for him to see his princess place the prince's cape over him. And thus…he dropped on the ground and began rolling across the floor, to relieve the stress he going through.

Sweating after having enough of his "exercise" for the day, he stretched his limbs from the aches and kinks he had in his back. Arching it upward, he was satisfied when he felt it pop back into its proper, comfortable position as he stood.

Shifting his yellow eyes to the self playing piano, he decided to do some ballet to calm his nerves even more. Slipping a coin in the slot on the side of the piano, the piano played the nutcracker's melody from its keys as the music filled the room with the sound of the piano bouncing off the walls, creating a perfect atmosphere for the man.

Stepping on his tippy toes, he raised his arms into the air as he took off in a mad dash, spiraling and spinning in the air, all but doing this with one foot on the ground. It was magnificent how well his balance was, especially when he jeted' from one leg to the other, while throwing one leg out. Though as the beat to the piano went faster, his pace too followed the music, as if possessed by the melody of song.

On one leg, he bent backwards, arms stretched out, he soon reminisced about his beloved. How he held her when they did their pas de deux or their grand pas de deux, he cherished every second of them that his mind went insane in the middle of the song that he actually visualized Princess Tutu beside him.

Putting his arms around an invisible princess, he twirled himself and his figment of his imagination, around and round. Lifting "her" body in the air, he smiled when she graced him with a smirk. It was a small one, but a smile nonetheless. His slit eyes expanded when his princess bent down to peck him on his cheek. Giggling like a schoolgirl, he placed her on the ground, as he drove in for a kiss on the lips.

However, since he was hallucinating and not in his right mind, his body went through hers as he tripped over "something" that was in his way. Falling, he landed smack dab on his face bringing his delirious mind back, with a painful awakening. Coincidently, just as he fell, the music came to an end at the same time.

Muttering incoherent phrases that was barely audible, he rose riled up with fury, as he went to his coat rack grabbing his coat, he made his way to manorial where he knew his beloved would be. Smirking a demented grin, he said in a demanding booming voice, "You will be mine once again my princess." With a cackle, he slammed the door to the empty castle as he departed, taking strides to the destination that was ways away from where he was at. It was going to be a rather long trek to Mytho's manor, but for him, he would go to extreme lengths to recapturing his beauty once more.

ooooooooooooooooooooooo (Back with Ahiru and Mytho)

When Mytho and Ahiru were lead inside, Mytho excused his servants to personally escort the princess himself. A few winks and a few cat calls rooted and cheered the on prince, as they continued their tour together.

Grasping a hold of her hand, he escorted down a corridor with many family pictures on each side. As they passed every one, the girl would point and ask questions on who they were, and Mytho would answer each one. He enjoyed how enthusiastic she was to know his family's origin that he proudly presented her on a brief little history to each photograph they saw.

Then the tour went beyond the corridor's, to the study, the guestrooms, the kitchen, dinning room, etc. However, when he escorted her to her bedroom, he was surprised when she glomped him, thankful for his courtesy. Mytho's stomach almost burst from laughter for her gratitude. Smiling, he escorted to one other place he wanted for her to see last.

Covering her eyes, he told her not to open them until he said so. Removing his hands from her face, he went straight for the windows, lifting the curtains for her to see the afternoon sky. Pausing to glance at the multicolored sky, dismay clouded over his confidence when the silver haired prince pressed his palm against cool glass, feeling the glasses temperature. Although he was glad to have his love with him, he failed to realize that his time spent with her was coming to a close because of the curses affect. Already, his skin was reverting back to porcelain. A single tear slid from his amber eyes as he turned to the patiently waiting hime.

"C-Can I open my eyes now?" She hesitated, unsure to disobey his orders or not.

Masking his worry, he wanted Tutu to have a memorable day before midnight came, separating the two lovers once again.

"Hai."

Blinking a few times, Ahiru gasped when she saw the room she was standing in. The room was painted gold with beams that supported an enormous ceiling, and above were painted children angels with the sky as their background. 'Heaven's paradise.' She mused to herself as her blue eyes caught sight of a grand piano in the corner of the room.

Approaching it, her fingers brushed the surface of the black instrument, inspecting its tune and such. She beamed when she found the instrument was still in tune, and still looked good as new.

"Do you like my princess?"

Ahiru jumped when she heard him speak. Turning back to Mytho, she saw his hand extended for her to take as one leg was bent firmly on the ground.

"H-Hai." She stuttered.

"Would you care to dance?"

That innocent question had the girl blush profoundly as she once again twiddled with her fingers.

"Umm…well you see…at the academy I was well a bit of a klutz and never got picked to dance with anyone." Her head hung low, believing the prince as well would reject her too.

"That's not sure."

Instantly, her head shot up from his remark. "Nani?" He repeated what he said as Ahiru couldn't believe what she hearing. Her heart pounded in her chest when his fingers interlocked with hers.

"When we were fighting that cat, you didn't seem to have a problem with dancing." He said, coaxing the girl into joining him in a dance. Sadly, it didn't seem to make much progress for this princess.

Sighing, she shook her head in disagreement. "Gomen…but I can't. I'm not your princess that you've been waiting for. I'm Ahiru Arima, a normal school girl that goes to Kinkan Academy. Nothing more nothing less." She shoved his hand aside as she ran to the door with Senor Mytho in pursuit.

"WAIT!" He shouted catching her wrist, compelling Ahiru to help him comprehend her reasoning for fleeing. After struggling to be released, she stopped her persistent urge to run, as she calmly brought herself to rest.

Guilt clung her soul when tried to clear things up for him, but the more she explained herself, the more the weight of it all suffocated her. Bearing her soul wasn't something she accustomed too. Usually she'd shield her pain and angst for fear of being judged by her friends erroneously. Though this was the day her barriers would crack under the pressure of love.

As soon as a crack chipped at her fragile heart, the minute she flung herself into Mytho's metamorphosing body. The soft cream colored skin, was slowly transforming into the pearly white glass it was but many hours ago, when she received him as a gift. Blue eyes widen to the shocking discovery as she craned her neck to the prince who gave her a small smile, nodding to her silent question. Gently grabbing her hand, he placed it on his torso turning porcelain body.

"Gomen…but I'm afraid that are time isn't everlasting." The tear he shed seconds ago, now appeared in floods as he crotched on the ground with her hand still on his chest.

And so the prince cried with grief for having so little of time to share with his hime. Oh how he prayed that Kami would grant him his wish to be freed of this curse to be with her. Even though Ahiru told him her tale, it didn't matter if she wasn't his formal lover, in fact, she was even more beautiful and vivid with emotions than his past princess. Kami, he knew for a fact he was in love, and this time he wanted to keep it. Mytho didn't care if it made him seem selfish, heck let him be greedy if he could only be with her.

Though his sorrow was solaced by the said girl when she brought his head to her bosom. A tint of red showed on his visage for the first time in his life, from such a motherly gesture. It seemed awkward and out of character for Senor Mytho to be blushing over something so trivial, but if you lost your mother and father at a young age and had no one to run to for comfort, you too would perhaps be bashful for forward actions such as these.

Snaking his arms around her waist, he melted into the hug, savoring every second of it before their fates were sealed. Inhaling some air after holding his breath for some time, he caught of whiff of her perfume she was wearing. Lavender was the smell he smelt off her skin. Snuggling even more into the embrace, his face was tilted up by Ahiru who gently wiped his tears away. Smiling down at him, she didn't expect a pair of hands appearing out of no where, cover her mouth.

Her body was pulled from the prince who looked up at the stranger who held his hime, dumbfounded by the presence of the cloaked man with piercing yellow eyes. Grabbing his sword out of his sheath, he was meet with the sight of a knife pressed to Ahiru's throat.

"Make any sudden movements and she will be behead." A scratchy voice warned the prince who dropped his weapon quickly. Smirking at how foolish he was to discard his sword for a mere woman, the creature stabbed him in the shoulder with fast reflexes before making its' grand escape out the window, with Ahiru screaming Mytho's name over and over for fear if he was dead.

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The End!

Just Kidding, like heck would I end it here. I hope this is a good cliffhanger because the next chapter is the finale. Will Ahiru be rescued? Is Senor Mytho really dead? Will the spell be broke? And does that Drosselmeyer actually have something behind this? Find out on the exciting conclusion to The Prince called, "The End" Ironic isn't it?

Until the next chapter to come, I bid you goodbye.