Yay. Well, I know it's been a LONG time since I've updated because I don't have a Microsoft Word..that was only a test drive. I still need to buy a new one… I am almost done with this, just a couple more chappies to go! (Please R+R at the end!) Also, this chapter might be a little rusty. ;

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Princess Tutu.

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"Ahiru? Is than you?" Fakir thought, as he swam to the bottom of the lake. It was a yellowish blur, and he was trying to make out the shapes.

When he got to the bottom, he felt it, and he knew that touch. They were feathers. Fakir quickly got out the pendant that she left and put it around her neck.

The pendant glimmered a bright shade of red, then gold, then pure white. After the little light show was over, Tutu was lying in his arms with a sorrowful look on her face. Her eyelids were slowly opening up, and were looking at Fakir. She mouthed his name, but did not speak it.

Fakir didn't have any air left, so he tried to swim up to the surface and bring her with him, but Tutu did a pirouette to make an opening in the water and he could breathe again.

He smiled. "Idiot. It's me, Fakir. Are you alright, Ahiru?" he asked.

She still had a frown on her face, but nodded. Her eyes glanced over his face then her hands. Tutu's eyes widened.

"I'm…a...a…" she tried to say.

"Human? Yes, you are." He ended the statement for her.

Tutu looked at her pendant and tried to pry it off. That didn't work, so she tried to search for a hook. It wasn't there. It was stuck on her neck once again. She fell to her knees and started to cry.

"Ugh, come on. I've gone through the trouble of finding you. At least give me a smile again," Fakir replied, wiping away the fresh tears on her face and taking her right hand. Tutu smiled, as he said. She started to lean forward, resting her head on his chest.

"Do you remember…" Fakir was starting to say, "The dance we did in the lake? That was the first amazing thing that you did."

He took her two hands, and Tutu followed the steps. "Yeah…I remember, but teach me again," she said. Fakir paused, but gladly accepted.

As they went from one move to another, Fakir had some sort of sensation of lust. He looked deeply into Tutu's eyes that were on him, examining his every move. Then, he nuzzled his face into her neck, making her moan.

"I love you," Fakir whispered.

"So do I," she said, glee in her tone.

Suddenly, Fakir couldn't move his legs. When he let go of Tutu, he looked down, and saw that some sort of black roots curling around his body. He tried to rip them off with his hands, but to no avail. These were just like the ones from when Ahiru got kidnapped!

"Ahiru…what's happening?" he asked her, but she wasn't there. The only thing in front of him was the last person he wanted to see. Princess Envy.

"Where is the real Ahiru this time? I thought you gave up!" Fakir shouted at her.

"I did, but seeing that I had one more chance for you to say those three words to me made me itch to try again!" Envy said, twirling around with her arms open and head tilted up into the air.

Fakir struggled to be free form the roots that were now up to his neck. For some reason, they did not cover his chest.

"How did you transform into her with that pendant?" he asked.

"I didn't. I simply acted it out. The real pendant is actually with her right now. The feathers and nightgown left behind were fake, too. I simply made duplicates of the dress and dyed black raven feathers yellow. After she left you in the graveyard, I simply kidnapped her and took the pendant, stole her heart, and tricked you." Envy held up a golden piece of glass, showing that he did have Ahiru's heart.

A small whirlwind of black feathers suddenly appeared, and when it cleared, Ahiru was there dressed in black, just like the time when she was a raven. Her eyes, though, were glistening without a life, no soul. It was just empty and black. Her hands were cupped around a black feather with a knifelike end.

"What I'm planning to do, brave knight, is to transfer your heart into another vessel, or another body, better than yours. I will do the same to your little duck. I will also get rid of the original bodies, but when this procedure is done, you will not have any memories of what you have now. Neither will she," she said.

"Bastard!" Fakir shouted.

"Don't worry, she'll have the pleasure of getting rid of your body."

Princess Envy smirked. Ahiru stepped forward with the sharp-ended feather in her hands. She raised her hands in the air and stabbed him…right in the chest. As she took out the feather's sharp end, a green light emerged and floated into Envy's hands. It was Fakir's heart.

Ahiru just stood there, but in a moment, her eyes began to regain color, her black outfit turned into her night gown, and her mouth was opening up, about to let out a scream about what she had done to the one she cared about most.

Blood stained her hands as she dropped the feather. Ahiru slowly watched in horror as his pupils began to dilate.

"Fakir…Fakir? Fakir!"