Of course this is common sense, but I DO NOT own Princess Tutu or Alice In Wonderland. While I do love both, the story I'm writing is my work.
Next chapter will be coming soon! :) Sometimes I'll have refer to Ahiru as Alice. Just know they are the same person.
UPDATED: 2/22/15
~YogurtPanda
Chapter 7: Who is Ahiru? Follow that white rabbit!
Fakir sprinted into the forest in pursuit of Ahiru.
"If he did anything to Ahiru I'll…"
Fakir's expression turned serious as he ran faster through the forest. He stopped after a while and rested near a tree. He looked to the light blue sky above him, sighing deeply. He knew he had to find Ahiru before something bad happened. He continued his search for Ahiru in the thick forest.
After a while he heard what sounded like a female voice calling for help. He quickly ran towards the voice, figuring it was Ahiru. He came to a hole and saw a girl, who looked exactly like Ahiru, except her hair was blond. Ahiru didn't have a twin, so Fakir concluded that Drosselmeyer had something to do with this.
Fakir went towards the open hole and helped her out. The girl patted her blue dress (A/N: It's the same dress that Ahiru was wearing at the cafe), dusting off some of the dirt that might have gotten on it. She looked to Fakir and gave a small curtsy.
"I thank you kindly, mister."
Mister?
"Ahiru, it's me, Fakir."
The girl tilted her head in confusion, like a kitten when it doesn't understand. The motion was so cute that Fakir had to restrain himself from embracing her.
"I don't know anyone named Fakir, but my name is Alice." "Now, if you excuse me, I have to get going."
Before Ahiru could leave, Fakir grabbed her by the wrist.
"What do you mean you don't know anyone named Fakir? Don't you remember when I kissed you?"
An awkward silence filled the air as Ahiru stared at Fakir with shocked eyes. She broke from his grasp, putting both her hands on her hips.
"You sir, are insane! I told you before that I don't know who you are." "I've never kissed anyone in my life! If you bother me again, I'll slap you!"
With that, Ahiru stormed off away from him. Fakir watched and ran a hand through his hair.
"How does she not remember me? Drosselmeyer must have given her amnesia or something…"
He noticed a white handkerchief with the initial "A" in the corner. He picked it up and followed behind Ahiru.
"Wait, you forgot your handkerchief!"
Ahiru turned her head to look towards Fakir, not noticing where she was going. Fakir's eyes widened as he saw Ahiru slip, falling down the hole. Fakir tried to reach for her hand, but ended up falling down the hole as well.
Fakir landed first on what seemed like a giant red chair cushion. Ahiru landed last on top of Fakir, causing him to groan in pain.
"Get off me… You're heavy…"
Ahiru really wasn't heavy at all. Fakir picked her up many of times and had no trouble lifting her up. In this case however, Fakir wanted to tease her.
Ahiru pouted and threw her fists at Fakir's chest in anger, like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
"I am not heavy! Whose fault do you think it is that we're stuck down here? I can't get home now thanks to you!"
Fakir laid there as Ahiru kept pounding at his chest with her fists. It hurt, but Fakir waited until she became exhausted, which she did shortly afterwards.
She began to cry gently, her tears falling on Fakir's chest. Fakir thought Ahiru's crying face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, next to her smile of course.
"I'll never make it back home…" She began to hiccup between sobs. "I won't ever see my family or friends again…"
Fakir cupped the side of Ahiru's face with one hand, causing Ahiru to stop crying momentarily.
"I'll help you get home, so please don't cry anymore. If you keep crying like that, I'll have to steal a kiss from you."
Ahiru's eyes turned soft and she wiped her tears away with her hands. They got off from the cushion and observed their surroundings.
"Well, we can't go back the way we came…" Fakir said.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of someone running. A white blur dashed pass Ahiru and Fakir, causing a gust of wind. Ahiru held down her dress to avoid it flying up. When Fakir looked closely, he saw it was Mytho, but he looked different. He wore a black hat that had a red ribbon tied around it; white bunny ears adorned his head; a red and black striped vest with a golden pocket watch dangling from the vest pocket; a black coat with black dress slacks to match; white gloves; black dress shoes; and lastly a fluffy white bunny tail. The appearance was oddly cute, but Fakir knew this had Drosselmeyer written all over it.
"Come on, we have to follow him." Fakir said to Ahiru.
He extended a hand out to Ahiru, who hesitated at first, but took it. They began to run quickly down a long hallway that had random paintings of playing cards with the floor being checkered marble tile.
When they reached the end of the hall, they came to a series of doors.
