Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu
"No…"
It was a raven, and it was headed toward the center of Kinkan Town.
Fakir stepped back one, then another. Then, he dashed away from Mytho and Rue, pursuing the black bird.
"Fakir, wait!" Mytho cried.
Rue pulled Mytho and they followed Fakir.
Fakir's heart was racing, sweat coming down his face. It felt as though his heart was about to burst.
Coming in front of the church, he saw the bird perched on somebody's arm. The figure looked familiar, and when the person turned around, the identity was shown: it was…Ahiru?
"What a lovely evening," she said, smiling. "Don't you think so too, Fakir?"
Something about her was disturbing. And why was she a human again without her pendant? Fakir noticed that she was wearing a black pendant instead of the one he was holding.
"Who are you?" he asked coldly.
She chuckled. "Who am I, you ask? Why, I'm your beloved Ahiru," she answered, face becoming eerie.
Ahiru bended her left leg until it was parallel with her right knee. She started spinning on her toe, holding her left hand up, pointing to the sky. Ahiru was performing a pirouette.
"Things sometimes aren't as they appear," another voice said.
A small, black tornado appeared behind Ahiru. A figure emerged, showing that Princess Envy had appeared, holding Ahiru's hand.
"What did you do with the real Ahiru?" Fakir asked her.
"You have good eyes, my knight," Envy answered, with Ahiru's image disintegrating. "But I too have no clue about her whereabouts."
"Liar!" he shouted angrily at her.
"It's true. Maybe these could help you."
A crumpled piece of paper appeared, and it had Fakir's handwriting on it. It was one of his stories that he had written about Ahiru.
Once upon a time, there was a duck.
She had successfully given all of the pieces of his heart to the Prince, including the one that made her Princess Tutu.
She lived near the cottage with the knight, who had thrown away his sword and lived in peace.
Suddenly, the duck found a pendant at a bottom of a lake.
It was bright red and shaped as a heart.
When placed around her neck, she miraculously became human again.
Her figure was more mature and beautiful than ever.
The knight was afraid that her beauty might cause himself to fall in love with her
Fakir remembered that he did not complete his story. He would be controlling himself if he did, and he had already fallen in love with her, too.
"This doesn't help me at all, Envy," he retorted. Fakir was loosing his patience.
"Maybe this will," she said.
Several more pieces of paper appeared, neater and with the same handwriting. This one, however, gave him greater shock.
"Remember this piece of work?" Envy asked.
Once upon a time, there was a boy and two princesses.
Both of them were competing to have the boy's love.
One was the cruel raven princess, planning sinister plans for the other one.
The other one was calm, caring, and did not fear the evil princess's plans.
Both of them had their charms and flaws.
The graceful princess was a mere swan that lived near the lake, and was only a princess from the wish that she had.
The cruel princess had no original form, but her life depended on the boy's love.
Pulled back and forth by the feeling they had for him, the boy came to a decision.
He looked between the princesses, and gave his love to
"You did not finish your story, correct?" Envy questioned.
Fakir didn't answer; he was too shocked. Fear was in his eyes, since he had forgotten that he even wrote the story to begin with.
"It was my fault," he muttered out loud, tears coming from his eyes. Envy gave him a confused look.
"It was my fault that I had written this story. It was my fault that you're standing in front of me today. It was my fault …that Ahiru ran away!" Fakir shouted, falling to his knees.
"Maybe she didn't. Did it give you a hint of where she is?"
"…A mere swan that lived near the lake…"
He rose to his feet and started running toward the lake that they lived beside for a few years.
Envy's eyes were drowning in tears as she watched him run; there wasn't any point in stopping him. It was obvious that Ahiru had won his heart, no matter what happened.
"Ahiru!" he called out her name.
Fakir was running through the forest, being scratched by branches and he fell a few times, leaving bruises.
He finally arrived at the lake. Nothing was swimming or flying. Staring at the lake, he got the idea that she could've drowned herself.
Jumping into the lake he tried seeing through the murky water. A few feet from the bottom, despite the unclear water, his vision showed a yellow blur on the bottom of the lake.