Ohayo Minnasan! I'm afraid this is ending to the wonderful story "The Prince," but have no worry, I will be back someday with Ahiru/Fakir stories, although they won't be very long. I hope you think I did a good job with this story because this is my first Princess Tutu story, so give me your option please.

Here's the story!

Some of the Characters are probably going to be OOC and this rating changed from K to K plus.

Author's note: Gomen…for making a couple of the characters emotions going to extremes, but I wanted to make a very funny part during the fight scene. You'll see what I mean.

The Prince

Previously on The Prince: "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.

Chapter Five: The End

Welcome back to the final chapter to our adventure. And what a dilemma our heroes are in. Ahiru kidnapped by an obsessed villain, who wants to betroth her. And our porcelain friend, gradually reverting back to his glass body, as time continues forward, edging closer to midnight. Not to mention Mytho's injury he took in order to not have the stranger spill his beloved's blood.

How do you believe this story will come to an end? Will this story lean toward a tragedy, or perhaps…have a happy ending?

The orange, pink, and yellow canvas known as the sky, was taken over by an ominous red that seeped over the vibrant colors, tainting it with a malicious ruby color. It was a rare sight to gander. Beautifully horrifying, but also…very majestic too.

Yes it was a glorious phenomenon to see, but sadly…natures beauty went unnoticed, for everyone was nestled safely in their beds early, to greet the next morning with smiles when the first rays of sunlight shine on their houses.

A rustle in the woods interrupted the peaceful serenity, the quiet world had to offer. Just like that, the one creating the noise, popped out of the forest carrying what appeared a body, slung over its shoulder. From the speed and direction they were headed, it seemed likely they were going toward the outskirts of the town, where a massive castle laid.

The "two" were in fact, Ahiru and the man cloaked in black, or better known as her capturer. For thirty minutes, the girl desperately banged her fists on his back, demanding to be released, but it was impossible to get his attention or get him to drop her on the soft ground.

When they reached the wide terrene with very little homes near the towering manor, the man spirited faster closing in to his destination sooner. Once his feet touched the wood to the castle bridge entrance, he stopped and crouched to regain his breath and regular breathing pattern. After a few minutes of recuperating, he rose to have his guards push open the doors to his domain, his abode. Greeted by his guards stationed by the bridge, they ventured in. The moment that they entered the manorial, Ahiru was hit by images that struck her with pure shock. She gasped from the new discovery that was displayed before her.

Pictures of herself, surrounded the entire inside of the estate. Each picture with different contrasts than the last, though they still had Ahiru in each one of them. With every photograph they pasted by, the more insecure and uncomfortable she felt. However, anyone who experienced this would have the same mutual feelings as well.

The feet that seemed to marched on ceaselessly, paused in front double doors. Craning her neck enough to see where he was leading her to, she was blinded momentary by the brightness of the room. When her eyes adjusted themselves to the light, her mouth gaped at the shape the room was in. It was a normal ballet room alright, though what had Ahiru surprised was how much it resembled her old ballet classroom in the real world.

The cloaked kidnapper, who stood in the doorway, brought the girl into the room, plopping her on the floor as he locked the door behind him. Once he did just that, he turned his attention back to the captured princess on the ground. Licking his lips, he contemplated on what he should do with her. Deciding to have her as his bride, he smirked to himself as he conjured up words that could help him woo her into considering their marriage.

Bending down on one knee, he grabbed her hand and lightly brushed his lips on her hand. The girl flinched from his actions as she pulled her hand away from his and back away. The feel of his lips and the feel of fur and whispers freaked her out more than Senor Mytho kissing her hand the first time. Her heart pounded in her chest as she was perplexed by what exactly was the creature that went to extreme lengths to prove his love for her.

"Hime Tutu. Onegai, won't you consider living her with me as my bride?"

The pleading in his voice filled guilt in the poor girl's soul. Her heart ached for not having the same feelings as him, demo…her heart was already stolen by the prince back at the other castle, injured and slowly, reverting back to porcelain. No, she couldn't marry this man, because she had feelings for another, and she had to be where he was at before it was too late. Sympathy replaced her uneasy nerves, as a lone tear slid from her blue eyes. Pulling the man to her body, she wrapped him in warming embrace.

"Gomen…demo I can't except your proposal. My heart belongs to someone else. Onegai, find another hime to help you rule your lands." Bowing her head down in shame, Ahiru refused to see his expression, afraid to see his reaction. Alas…it wasn't the attitude that she assumed.

His piercing yellow eyes narrowed with rage as he heard her answer. Feeling deceived, he shoved her weight away from him as he bathed himself like a cat. The more he thought about her answer, the more his tongue pressed harder on his skin or rather fur.

Straightening his clothes after degrading himself with such unrefined behavior, he strode over to the self playing piano, filled with gloom. Sighing, he raised one of his hands and chanted a spell that instantly had Ahiru up and doing ballet.

Anger coursed through his veins when fire brewed from his eyes as he shouted, "If you can't be mine, than dance for all eternity." Cackling at his cruel deed, he sat back and enjoyed her dancing.

oooooooooooooooo

Speckles of light was all the Mytho could see as he stumbled standing. That pain in his shoulder really did a number to his body. Wincing as he tried to lift his left arm, he soon discovered it was in no position to be used. However, his love was in danger and he had to conjure up enough energy he had before midnight fell across the land. Unsheathing his sword, he supported his weight on the sword as he strode out of the room to the stalls outside.

He knew he couldn't just run all the way to the other manor and have enough adrenaline to battle sword to sword. Even though he was physically fit in every aspect, he was also a doll for a quarter of a century and thus…had no human activities or exercise for quite awhile. Therefore, his reason for being completely exhausted at the simplest tasks.

His vision and his mind cleared once he started walking toward the stalls. His servants who heard their prince's howl, rushed by his side, begging him to let them see his wound.

"Please your highness, your in no condition to figh-"

"I know that and I know what I'm getting myself into. I don't have time to argue, you know what happens at the stroke of midnight."

His servants lowered their gazes in shame, completely forgetting about Mytho's curse.

"Gomen…we forgot about-"

"It's all right, now get me my steed. I must be on my way."

"Hai."

And just like that, they obeyed his command and had him mounted on the horse in less than two minutes. Although it was rather difficult at first, to pull Mytho's body on top of the steed because of his injury, but they successfully accomplished that and already, he was on his way to the other castle.

His grand horse pranced along the forest's rough terrene, with jutted rocks and roots in their path as the steed voyaged on. Never stopping or halting to take a break, loyal was his horse that they raced faster to their desired location.

Along the rough ride every so often the horse pranced from overgrown roots to the forest's soil, his face contorted into grimaces from each impact his arm endured. How excruciating it was each time they rode over bumps, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to take.

As the sun was setting in the west and the entire sky was a murky scarlet, the prince arrived at the drawbridge. The guards stationed there saw an intruder and immediately unsheathed their weapons however, what occurred next was something that perplexed the armed men.

Instead of assailing the men with his sword, silver haired man tugged on his reins, having his steed jump across the closed bridge and land precisely behind the guards, continuing forward without any intention on fighting or waste what little energy on these feeble guys. As soon as the horse touched the floor and pranced out of sight, the guards called their boss explaining what was heading his way.

Their boss smirked from the other line, telling them not to interfere on his battle with the so called "hero." He hung up the phone as he cockily crossed his arms and legs, amused by all events that were unfolding before him. 'This is grand…' He thought. 'Now I could finally exact my revenge on the damn prince once and for all.'

Boom!

An explosion of wood flew into the room as a man on a horse, stepped into the now rubbished and littered room.

"My what an extraordinary entrance. Do you love to be in the center of the story?"

Amber orbs locked on yellow ones which averted in another direction. Curious, the gold eyes followed where the other eyes looked and froze with disbelief. There in front of him, was Ahiru in the spell of dance. Dismay overwhelmed the confidence he possessed, when he saw the repeated scene of his past become reality once more.

"No…" He murmured to himself. "Ie, not again. I thought I was truly going to make it. Kami don't torment me." His murmurs grew in volume when he hopped off his horse. The sting from his arm was numb to him when he approached Ahiru. Nothing mattered to him now but the girl enchanted to forever dance. An urge to cup her cheek engulfed Mytho as he lifted his hand to her cheek. Sadly… the porcelain hand couldn't disturb her ceaseless dance. A laugh broke the sorrow filled atmosphere as grieving eyes transfixed on the cloaked villain.

"Heh, the most glorious spell of separation. The eternal moving and unmoving spell."

"Kuso!" Mytho cursed as he brought his sword into view. The pain that was numb, subsided when his senses resurfaced. The aching muscles pleaded to rest when he raised his weapon and charged at the awaiting stranger. Their swords clashed as sparks flashed, steel hitting steel.

Groaning under the strength the other owned, an idea formed in their mind. Gripping the sword's halt tighter, their plan began to set into motion.

"I see you gained some strength after being a doll for so long. In fact, your face is practically glass. Soon I will have the upper hand because midnights coming soon, and once it's here, you will no longer be animated and be lifeless once more." The mass of the other sword became light as he retaliated by straining his hunk of steel against the princes.

Cracks spread across his milky white and tan torso. Although it seemed futile to proceed with this battle, Mytho wasn't going to tap out and let this man be the victor. He had a woman to rescue and this time….he promised to break her spell. Rising from the floor with renewed determination, he pushed the other sword back with so much energy that the person toppled over, having his hood fall backwards revealing his identity to the world.

The clang of metal hitting the ground echoed softly in the enormous room. Time paused for a split second before resuming its natural course. It seemed too haunting to even be real. The evil fiend that was pulling the strings and gave him extreme torment and anguish, was actually an overgrown cat he fought in Ahiru's world. Had he gone insane from his experience as a doll, or was he merely dreaming?

"You. You're the one who caused me mental and physical anguish?" Mytho asked himself more than to the feline. The feline became frustrated.

"N-Nani ga wrong about me being your rival?" His fur stood on end from his question.

Mytho flashed him a charming smile as he said, "There's nothing erroneous about it, except, I was expecting someone around the same age as I as my rival."

An invisible crack, chipped at the poor neko's heart as his eyes jumped from their sockets. "O-Old you say! MEOW!" The official bathing ignited. In a beastly manner, his rough tongue licked every square inch of his body as mutters of "being old" were the only things heard. When the overwhelming embarrassment fired over, the cat went mad.

Picking up his abandon weapon, he made a slash at the prince's fragile body. Barely having time block the attack, pieces of his chest broke off from the result of carelessness. Jumping back from the duel, the prince examined the damage and grimaced. That assault really did leave a nice hole in his body.

Bracing himself for another airborne strike, he was then shocked by the incredible speed the purple and white cat had when he made a strike at the same spot. Fortunately, he managed to dodge the blow and the next one as well. "Damn." He whispered when the pain from his arm shot up to his shoulder. If he had any suggestion of what the problem was, he would have said his transformation was nearing completion. The injury on his arm vanished, replacing it with an entire different excruciating feeling.

Howling from the transformation, he was too preoccupied to see the streak of light heading in his direction. As the sharp claws poised in for the perfect advantage to strike, a sudden flood of colors blinded the feline as his claws dug into something soft. Once the abnormal surge of light appeared and died, two surprised males were halted in horror at the sight they saw.

The body of a female slumped forward with a spot of blood on the front of her white ballet costume. The crown that was carefully balanced on her head, fell to the floor with a soft clang as her face dampened with sweat. Her countenance was distorted into a scowl of displeasure as jolts of aches, whacked her entire body as she moaned out in discomfort.

A pair of blues eyes flickered open to see the handsome prince hugging her motionless body. Erupted shakes vibrated with her inactive body, creating an in sync rhythm with Mytho's quivering body. His cold body cooled her heated one. Raising one hand to his wet face, she smiled at the disbelief expression on his visage.

"Ahiru…" He weakly called, afraid that if he heighten his voice she would disappear. He tighten his hold on the girl as she wept. "Gomen…I couldn't protect you."

"So you really love this girl?" An abrupt voice voiced from the shadows.

Mytho tensed with alertness. "Where are you? Show yourself?"

The voice laughed. "My what a feisty young man for a mere doll."

This stuck a nerve inside the prince. "S-Shut up. Now tell me what do you want with us?"

For awhile the voice remained silent. When it was heard the third time, the booming tone, softened to question Mytho the biggest question of his life.

"I see how infatuated you are with my granddaughter, so my final question I have to ask you is…do you want to spend the rest of your life with her?"

The old man's words, paralyzed the silver haired prince. Of course he mused over the matter himself, but to hear his own thoughts aloud, it was rather eerie and hard to swallow. Yes he wanted more than anything, to spend the rest of his life with her. Looking up from the last place he heard the voice, he nodded his head.

"Yes more than anything." He said.

A smile formed on a pair of invisible lips, as chanting echoed inside the room and the familiar white light, enveloped the tri, transporting them back to Golden Crown Town.

ooooooooooooooooo

"Ahiru." Someone was calling close by, but she was too tired to even get up.

"Ahiru." Again someone voiced, irritation at the brew of exploding.

Scrunching her eyes from the noise, she was blinded temporarily by the light that leaked from the open widows, which brought a chilly Christmas breeze into the toasty living room.

When her vision finally focused clearly, she stared into the jubilant expressions on her friends visages. Feeling slightly confused by their joy, she turned to the tree realizing what day it was. Her blue eyes widen when the memories of her last night adventure to Sugarplum land resurfaced. She remembered brief parts when Mytho, the cat, and herself were enveloped in brightness and then nothing.

Her gaze went downcast when she lifted her school uniform to find no wound breaking the surface of her skin. Dropping the hem of dress, she searched for her gift her grandfather gave her and sighed with the weight of disappointment. The doll, she was looking for, sat on the couch begging to be held.

"So it was a dream huh?" She whispered under her breath as she went to retrieve her gift.

Lillie and Pickee exchanged looks. "Uh Ahiru what exactly are you talking about?"

"Yes our little Ahiru, is there something you need to tell Lillie-chan." At that instant, the blond pounced on the defenseless girl who quacked from the sneak attack. Roughing trying to pull her friend off, she didn't see someone picking up the said porcelain doll.

"Hmm…what a pretty doll. I shall add this to my collection."

Abruptly, Ahiru whipped her head where her gift was. Though instead of seeing the doll neatly seated on the sofa, it was now cradled in someone's arm. Squeezing herself out of the tight hug, she approached the doll snatcher.

"I'm sorry but that's mine." Ahiru said as she tempted to grab it, however, someone pulled it out of her reach.

"Well I'm sorry but you shouldn't leave you presents alone, or else someone may perhaps steal them."

Ahiru groaned from the smart aleck remark. Of course she'd never abandon her stuff, she always kept a good organized check on them. Reaching for the doll yet again she said in a sarcastic tone, "Well I will have to keep that in mind, Rue." Alas, the same result happened once again.

"So sorry but you see I've grown attached to it I'm afraid."

Growing angry, she stepped on her tippy toes and tried once more to get the doll back. Unfortunately, Rue wasn't intending to give back her gift. Repeating Ahiru's actions, she rose even higher out of her reach. Laughing, at her failed tempts, she taunted the girl by flailing the glass prince as the orange haired girl desperately tried to get it back.

Sadly, the owner of the porcelain doll was about to have something horrible befall the gift.

With all the swaying all around had eventually made the brunette lose her gripping on the prince, thus the poor glass doll fell to meet his doom. The owner tired to capture it before anything would befall him, but his skin was too smooth to get a good hold of him and furthermore, crashed to the floor.

Pickee and Lillie gasped at the cruel joke Rue pulled on their friend. Never, had she displayed such sordid deeds during ballet classes or at the dorms either. To think that their idol they looked up to was really diabolical. Looking back at their friend, their hearts shattered when they saw the flat, bleak expression on her countenance. Rushing over to her side, they tried to cheering their heartbroken friend by showering her with their gifts.

Watching from the sidelines, Rue "hmpthed" at their pathetic attempt to solace their friend with gifts. Although with Rue, she wouldn't mind getting presents to ease her pain. Flipping her wavy shoulder length hair, she exited the room with a smirk of victory on her pale features.

Unwrapping the colorfully wrapping paper, Ahiru was greeted by a picture of her friend Lillie smirking back at her with a note saying, "Let Lillie-chan know when you need someone to pamper you". Oddly awkward the present was, it was still a sweet thing to give her.

On the second wrapped present, it wasn't as strange as the first one, but more of a friendly amends kind of gift. Inside was a yellow stuffed duck, wearing white suspenders and overalls, with a blue cap with black duckies for the pattern.

Looking back to her concerned friends, she glomped them in gratitude for always being there when she needed someone. A few tears brimmed on the edge of her eyes as she stood back to properly thank them.

"Arigato Pickee, Lillie. You guys are the best."

Ding Dong

The noise from an off distant bell rang through the open window, three girls panicked with dread as dashed out the front door to Kinkan Academy. Ahiru's face scrunched into a scowl as she ran after her friends.

"Pickee, Lillie, you guys are so mean." The girls ahead chuckled at their fuming friend.

"Oh but you know you still love us." They both hollered in unison.

ooooooooooooo

The contest had officially began. Aside from the short delay on a count of the tri girls tardy and having the same speech spoken about marriage, and Mr. Neko sensei's short temper bathing session, everything was underway.

One by one, male and female students performed their ballet in front of their sensei, classmates, and even the advance class. In fact…the advance class was the judges for the Christmas pageant. From every arabesque to jete, they were all written down on pads as they called the next contestant up.

Two of the judges were the "couple," Rue and Fakir. With each contestant performed, neither showed complete interest in their forms or jumps. Yawning from sheer tediousness, they looked down on their list to find Ahiru Arima next. Both narrowed their eyes at the said name. 'Heh, does she honestly expect to win this contest?' Fakir and Rue shared a thought. Sighing, Fakir called out her name in monotone.

Her heat froze inside her chest from hearing her name being announced. She forgot all about Pickee and Lillie's scheme to take her one step closer into being a prima ballerina. Sweating profoundly, she shakily took sauntered steps to the stage. Not only was she klutzy, she had stage fright too. On the inside, she thought of ways of disposing her friend's bodies when she was done.

Then came a knock at the door. Mr. Cat, grunted under his breath, clearly not wanting his contest being interrupted. Already it was running behind schedule from the earlier, ordeal. Reluctantly, he converged the door. Sliding the door to a slight crack, he was surprised to see an old man there, with a yellow envelop and a transcript inside for the transfer student, and a boy with snow flack hair, who strikingly resembled someone he met somewhere in his life.

The old man craned his neck, to see through the crack as if looking for someone. After catching glimpses of a few children, his grey eyes transfixed on a girl with long orange braided hair. Cupping a hand over the neko's ear, Mr. Cat nodded as he beckoned Ahiru to come.

Doing as her teacher said, she approached the sliding doors as the feline sensai brought their discussion outside. Sliding the doors shut, they were oblivious of the numerous students eavesdropping on their conversation on the other side.

Turning to the old man she was surprised by her grandfather's appearance. "Grandfather Drosselmeyer, what are you doing here? I thought you were suppose to be meeting with a big toy company right now?"

Drosselmeyer laughed at his granddaughter's remarkable memory. "Can't your Grandpa ever ditch work to see his only granddaughter in the Christmas pageant?"

"Uh…Grandpa, I don't think I could even grace you with that sight." Her eyes fell to the ground, sadden by the painful truth.

"Oh, little Ahiru…don't you tear up now. I brought you something that will boast your confidence." Moving his body out of the way, the boy emerged for the young girl to see.

"Speaking of presents, there's something I have to tell ya-Senor Mytho?" Ahiru stared at the boy before her in disbelief. Pinching her arm, imagining this too was a dream.

However, when she felt the sting from the pinch, she knew her eyes weren't deceiving her. Tears soon cascaded down her face as she latched herself on the now real boy in overwhelming joy.

Grandpa Drosselmeyer smiled at the puppy love as he averted his eyes to the overgrown cat. Smirking a devilish grin, he loved the fear in the purple and white cat's eyes. Tugging on his turtle neck, he whispered in his ear about a negotiation he had for the feline. After a few propitiations and petty agreements not to cast a spell to transform him into an ordinary neko, he agreed on the grandfather's contract.

As he was departing, someone ran over to him with a buzz of inquiring that couldn't be answered in one citing. Bending down on one knee, he told them to come closer. As they did so he said, "I'm afraid I can't answer all your questions this time, but I will say this…I hope this cheers you up after that car accident years ago." Raising to stand he took one step and paused as he turned back to the girl. "Take good care of him, it's not everyday you could bring a doll to life." He winked at his granddaughter, who was frozen in shock from her grandfather's words.

The prince smiled at her expression as he pulled her into a hug. Blushing from his contact, Mytho lowered his gaze and said in a soft voice, "Shall we go show them what we got?"

Dumbly, she nodded her head as they went into student infested room. Sliding open the door, a huge number of students plopped to the floor, caught red handed in their act of snooping. But when they took a gander at transfer student, their worries of getting in trouble vanished. Many girls swooned at the sight of Senor Mytho as he entered the classroom with Ahiru pursuing him.

"Alright class listen up." Neko sensai shouted at the squealing females. "This is Senor Mytho. He just transferred to this school from his old school in Japan. He will be with us for the remainder of this school year and the following ones after. Now class, I want you treat him with much respect you would do for any transfer student okay."

Grabbing the pad he was using for taking roll, he added Mytho's name into the attendance. Transfixing his gaze to the couple, he looked to his class. "We have some alterations for the next performance. Instead of Ahiru Arima, it will be a pas de deux with Mr. Senor Mytho."

This hit the judges and students with disagreements, saying it wasn't fair to have Ahiru have "special" treatment, among other things. A hand was raised to silence the lot. That hand belonged to the teacher.

"I see much disapprovals but my butt is at stake here, so we must proceed with this arrangement." The silence was then replaced with laughter at the ridiculous statement.

"But Mr. Cat this is absurd. Ahiru should tryout in the same manner as everyone else has. Special treatment isn't the true purpose to ballet. Having a nobody like this Mytho person, and the klutz Ahiru do a pas de deux is unfair to the future ballet performers in this room. " Fakir retorted as Rue nodded her head. Clapping resounded inside the room, rooting for Fakir's beautiful speech.

Crossing his paws across his torso, Mr. Cat had to graduate his top pupil for his marvelous speech. "I appreciate your concern for future generations, but if I hear anyone else utter another word over this situation, I WILL HAVE YOU MARRY ME!"

Goose pimples prickled on everyone's skin in the entire room, as Mr. Cat took the liberty of sharpening his claws on his scratch post.

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The piano's keys were struck by furry paws as the familiar melody of Waltz of the Flowers bounced off the ballet room, creating the illusion of a theatrical play was taken place.

The two took their stances as doubt hovered one. Ahiru's knees started buckling as all shapes and sizes of eyes were on them. Her fear of performing in front others threw her into swirl of paranoia as she recalled her klutzy road of mistakes. What in the world was she doing up there? She pondered when a pair of lips kissed her forehead. The tingling of heat rose to her cheeks as Ahiru looked up at Mytho.

Mytho smirked at her shyness as he pulled her close enough for her to hear his words spoken.

"Ahiru…there is no need to worry about being embarrassed. You're not alone up here, I'm here with you. It doesn't matter if we miss some moves as long as we dance with our heart. Don't you believe in our love? If you do, than dance with your love, not your mind."

Wow. It was no wonder why his words always stirred Ahiru to strive to her full potential. Smiling at the boy, she began her dance channeled from her feelings.

First she started by rising on her tippy toes, then listened to the rhythm. Lifting one leg in the air, she stumbled a bit as she let it down, not fully experience with flexing her legs so high in the air. Doing a few spins on one leg, she was meet by Mytho's arms as he spinning her around and around. Arching her back backwards, he held her as she took off with a nice form for an arabesque. Faster and faster the music rose, as both dancers followed along with the flow.

The students watching their pas de deux realized it wasn't any ordinary pas de deux but the grand pas de deux. How beautiful the two looked together that a few cried from the sheer sight of their agility and the romantic atmosphere hovering in the air. Oh how their plots to capture Senor Mytho's heart was shattered before them. Out of the bunch, Lillie and Pickee were crying, happy that Ahiru finally had someone to love. However, Lillie was cracking up, frantic about the whole ordeal. Although, the girl found love, she wanted to always be there to pamper her, no matter what situations they would go through in the future.

"No Ahiru…I thought I was the one and only to comfort your sorrows."

"Ehmm…"

The two friends averted their gaze from the pair, to the piano to see their sensei's eyes boring holes into their skulls. He mouthed to them that appeared to like, "If you disturb their act, I shall marry the both of you." Needless to say, they both piped down.

Now Mytho was doing his sole performance. Spinning, he spread his arms out and kneeled down. As he stood, he took a few paces back and leaped into the air beating his calves together in the air in an almost scissor like movement or better known as a cabriok. The crowd was at awe, including the judges. When he landed on his feet singled for Ahiru to come back as she did so, he lifted into the air, holding one of her legs as twirled hers and his body, his left leg bend outward.

When the high key to the piano hit and then soften, they removed their entangled bodies from each other as they started mimicking ones actions. Stretching out their arms, their hands brushed one another, as they intertwined their fingers, Mytho and Ahiru pulled their bodies out and twirled each other, one at a time.

Once letting go, the girl bent down on one knee, rising her arms up as the prince took hers and shifted her forward as her leg extended back. Recapturing her hands, their backs pressed as they spun in a circle as one was wrapped around the other's waist, as the others were in up. Then interlocked in a far away embrace, with the boy's stance squatted, and the girl's figure raised toward the ceiling.

As the final part to the song neared, Mytho lifted Ahiru's body and then brought her down to the floor with her legs spread out and his crotched with his face a few centimeters away from hers. Blush from earlier, brighten her cheeks as claps resounded in the entire room.

"Bravo, Bravo." A few shouted as clear liquid cascaded down a few female students. Even the judges from the advance class had to cheer for their performance. It was fantastic, the intensity and intimacy between the dancers was so unconventional, so grand, and so alluring, it was a perfect for the Christmas pageant. Making their decision, the two were to be stared in the play that night, although a couple of the judges didn't necessary agree with them.

"I think we have our winners. Mr. Senor Mytho and Ahiru Arima will star in the Christmas pageant, the Nutcracker." Mr. Cat bellowed as he blew his nose in a tissue.

But unknown to the students, the two were both blushing at the irony of it all. Imagine to be playing in a ballet that accordingly, you already experienced the night before.

As the bell outside rang at four thirty, class was dismissed as students vacated their boring classes and excitingly went home to dress up really nice for the ballet performance that night. The ones who stayed behind, rehearsed their lines, skits, and moves for upcoming theatrical play. Unfortunately, for the two supposed "couple," Rue and Fakir, they were backup for the newbie's Mytho and Ahiru.

Rehearsal, went by fast and soon the play went into cession. During the entire performance, people laughed, cried, and clapped at the beautifully chorography, and most importantly, the two main dancers. Flowers bathed the stage as they took their bows as the curtains shut in front of them.

Ahiru beamed at the once in the lifetime event. Her life long dream to star as a prima ballerina came true thanks to her meddling friends which she'd have to thank later. However, when she was thinking to herself about how wonderful things were going for her, she failed to realize where Mytho's hands were and thus she was trapped in his hug.

Craning her neck to look Mytho in his amber eyes, she saw his smile deepen. Pulling her body closer to his warm one he asked, "Was there something that you wanted for Christmas?"

Cocking her head at his inquiring, she shook her head. "Ie, I didn't want anything other than you for Christmas."

Smirking Mytho looked at away placing a smug grin on his visage. "Well I wanted something more than that." He said with a little jest in his voice.

Ahiru cringed from his tone. "And w-what is that?" She stuttered unsure of what he was getting at.

"This…" And just like that, his lips pressed against hers. Shocked at first, she returned the gesture and the two were lost in their own passion.

Behind a backstage prop, an old man stared at the lovely dovey couple with satisfaction as he quietly exited the stage, with a few words escape from beneath his breath.

"Merry Christmas Granddaughter."

The End!

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Well that is the ending! I hope everyone enjoyed this, it took me a long time to write, but I hope it was worth it for some people. Sorry for the crappie dancing parts, but I never did ballet in my life, so I just going by the show and by the music for inspiring, so I tired. I hope I did a good job with this story and I'll be back with Fakir/Ahiru stories. I really hope this gives Ahiru/Senor Mytho fans a chance to do some too, I would so want to read them if any came out!

Again gomen for Fakir and Rue, but I hate Rue, though with Fakir I like.

Now I'm returning to my story Pretear and the Seven Children I had on hold for two months! If you like Pretear I suggest you read it, it awesome!

Until my next story, See Yah Anime Lovers!

Special Thanks to:

Ketsuekiko

And

Dragon and Sword Master