Hiya guys, sorry that it took so long to update. High school is harder than I thought! Hope you can forgive me!

Your lovely writer,

~SweetSoul3155

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Author:*Glares* Fakir.

Fakir: HOW COULD YOU PUT AHIRU IN DANGER LIKE THAT! YOU ARE A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE WRITER!

Autor: *AngerMarks**DoomStare**ScaryFace* FAKIR!

Fakir: *Pauses&RealisesWhatHeHasDone* Oh-no-

Author: RAWR! ** Get Back Here Fakir! *EvilLaughter*

*Rue appears while hiding behind a desk*

Rue: SweetSoul3155-(Fakir: SHE IS NOT SWEET! Author: FAKIR! *WhipsOutAHUGEHammer*Fakir: AHHH!) does not own Princess Tutu, if she did, Fakir would be immortal and she would hit him all day long.

Author: *AppearsStandingOnTheDesk* DANG STRAIGHT!

Recap:

They had you surrounded.

Closing your eyes in defeat, you trembled in fear.

This was it. They were going to end you, and you couldn't do anything about it.

~:Story Start:~

"AHIRU!" Fakir appeared out of nowhere with a sword in hand.

Your knight was here to rescue you.

Fakir slashed at the four in cloaks but miraculously, they all leaned back to dodge it simultaneously. Though this shocked Fakir, he got into his well practiced stance in front of you and glared at the people in cloaks. They straitened themselves out and backed away with a couple of steps. Then, they began chanting wordlessly in a beat.

It was in an instant that you could hear your heartbeat in your ears going at the same beat as the chanting. A golden glow consumed you that soon turned into a startling dark red.

They were forcing you to change.

"Fakir! Get away now!" He spun around to see you captured in their spell. Vines extended from your necklace, turning black as they clung around you. You hissed in pain as some of those vines became your ballet shoes. Thorns pushed out of the vines and into your skin, forcing you to bleed. The regular Tutu outfit you had became completely stained in your blood. Rivulets of in ran down your back, lacerations left on your once beautiful and pale skin.

You were no longer in control of yourself. You could feel the vines moving your arms behind you and retrieving blood-stained fans with sharp feathers at the edges.

The four in white cloaks chuckled anticipatedly at the battle that was to insure. Tears pricked at your eyes as you whisper "Run, Fakir." Then with a surprising swiftness, you slashed at Fakir causing a gash to appear on his arm. He grabbed onto his arm as he jumped back a few feet cursing. His expression slipped back into a serious face and he gave you a hard eye, "Ahiru, I will not leave you alone. I promised to stand with you no matter what." He sheathed his sword, and then posed in the position for "love". Tears welled up and spelt down your face, turning your dark blue eyes into a sky blue.

He loves you.

You felt yourself move again, and screamed "No! NONONONONO!" A golden glow exploded from your pendent and settled onto your costume. The vines disappeared, and were replaced in golden streaks along your tutu. The scars vanished, and the blood once absorbed into your tutu drained, leaving it a pure beautiful white.

You could feel yourself fall forward, straight into Fakir's arms. "Ahiru!" he exclaimed. "I'm okay Fakir, I am just…very…" You spoke weakly before you fell asleep. He smiled slightly, and brushed your hair from your face and picked you up bridal style.

In a sudden realization, Fakir whipped around to see the cloaked people had vanished, leaving no trace behind. His eyes turned to slits as he thought, 'Never again will they get her. I swear it on my honor as a knight.'

"Ahiru? Are you doing well in there?" Fakir questioned through the door. Currently you were in the tub, soaking your soar muscles from the fight. You had woken fifteen minutes prier and were now contemplating your humanity.

It's been a long time since you've been in this body.

You took your time to examine yourself in a mirror before bathing and were surprised at the significant difference. Your hair was on of two surprising factors. It had long grown farther than you thought, having turned into a firey red-orange: reached your knees in length. The added chest in front was like a huge wake up call to you. Normally ballerina's didn't typically have much of a chest, since they worked so had that even the fat in there burned off, but you had one.

What a wonder.

"Ahiru?" Fakir exclaimed a little louder. Broken from your train of thoughts, you answer back slightly annoyed, slightly touched, "Fakir, I'm fine! Go eat or something! You haven't eaten all day!" You heard a sigh and footsteps leaving the door. 'Men.' you scoffed in your mind. Now THEY were a complicated creature. When you started to think of Fakir, you sighed and you felt like you could barely breath. He, Fakir, had posed "love" to her! She always thought her love was one-sided! Giggling, you sunk into the tub a bit more purring in contentment.

Today had been a long day.

"Ahiru! I made food! Hurry up!" Fakir yelled from the kitchen as the fragrance from the food slipped under the door into your nostrils.

As you rushed to get out and get change, you never noticed that their was something watching your every movement, deep within the shadows of the town, in a place long forgotten, full of ancient sadness and sorrow.