At first, the confession and kiss surprised Fakir, but when she pulled back he pulled her back into a hug, softly resting his head on her soft, orange hair. He wanted to confess to her right now, too, but when he opened his mouth to say so, but, right when everything was going good for him, everything went dark again and he heard that horrid laughter.

"Hohoho, Fakir, are you going to confess?" the old, gray haired man laughed, hidden in the darkest shadows.

"I was before you interrupted, but I have a few questions for you!" Fakir yelled, then looking down at the frozen Tutu. "Is this still…my Ahiru?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't it be?" he asked, laughing.

"She just seems a bit different…I want to know, is this still the girl that was…Ahiru?" Fakir asked, surprised that he was confiding to this old man.

"Maybe she is a different girl" Drosslemeyer laughed. Fakir scowled. He didn't like this, but was there something else this man was planning? Finally, the room lightened up and time began again.

"I…" he said, finally able to confess, but did he want to now? Did he want to confess to this girl? Was she even his Ahiru, his Tutu? He wasn't sure anymore, and all because Drosslemeyer decided to come up just then. Was this idea of having some fun after his story was complete? "I…want to get to know this you first…" he said.

"But…" she began, looking up at Fakir with teary eyes. This must be hard on her, to finally confess something, after not being able to confess to Mytho when she was his Tutu and then to be put off.

"I'm not turning you down, moron" he said. He could see a small smile on her face as she looked up at him. "I just want to get to know you better" he said. Then, he took her hand and, even though she couldn't dance anymore, he danced with her, helping her along. She tried to dance with him, only knowing a few things from her dreams, unlike Ahiru or his Tutu.

"May I call you Ahiru?" he asked, lowering her down to the ground, his hands holding her up. She nodded.

"I'm still the same girl as Ahiru" Tutu explained as she danced with Fakir. "But…I'm also Tutu," she said as he pulled her back up. She enjoyed dancing with him. Right now, she remembered when she and Fakir were dancing in the lake of despair, but then, she hadn't have time to enjoy it. Then, she was worried for Mytho, but now, she didn't have to worry about anything. She wasn't in one of Drosslemeyer's stories.

"Are you still clumsy?" he asked with a smile, holding Tutu close to him. She giggled and told him, 'sometimes'. He chuckled softly to himself. Finally, when the dance was done, he let go of her. She just looked up at him with a smile.

"I…" he began once more, but he still couldn't bring himself to say it. She was his Ahiru. In her dreams, she controlled the little duck, but she was still the person that was Ahiru. One again, he pulled her into a hug. "I…l-"

"Daughter!" The king gawked as he came in to see his daughter being hugged by someone he never seen, nor heard of before. Fakir quickly, he let go of Tutu and stared at the king as he whisked away his girl.

"Stay away from my daughter" the king said, glaring back at Fakir.

Sorry it's so short...writers block