Hello there, Audience~! I do not own Princess Tutu! Happy reading~!
Chapter 1
Ahiru rolled out of bed, yawning loudly. Her long strawberry blond hair floating about her. She rubbed her eyes, letting out a small sigh.
"AHIRU! ARE YOU UP YET?" her friend, Pike, called. The tiny strawberry blond looked over at the door.
"OH MY GOSH! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" she screamed and quickly got dressed. Pike and Lillie laughed outside the door.
"Poor, cute, little Ahiru... Never waking up early," Lillie sighed. Pike rolled her eyes, easily picking up on Lillie's sarcasm. Ahiru burst out of her room, her hair tied back into a messy braid. She ran after her two friends hurriedly. They walked into their ballet class, and Mr. Cat looked at them with a horrified expression.
"Don't be late again... or I'll have you marry me," Mr. Cat threatened. Ahiru looked horrified, and Pike clasped her hands over her mouth. Lillie frowned unhappily.
"Oh, don't mind her... She's just so clumsy and useless," Lillie sighed. Mr. Cat ignored them and began class. Ahiru held onto the bar, moving her feet into first position, heels together, toes in opposite directions. She moved slower through all the positions. Mr. Cat became irritated with Ahiru's lack of talent.
"Ahiru... If you don't show more talent, I'll have you marry me," he said. Ahiru bit her lip and began to move faster. Lillie laughed softly in amusement.
After their classes, the three girls walked out, thoroughly exhausted. Ahiru was dragging her feet miserably. She stared at the ground in front of her tiredly. Lillie and Pike talked amongst themselves. A sudden realization went across Ahiru's face.
"Ahh! I left my shoes!" she gasped and went running back to the practice room she'd been in a few minutes ago. She ran in and a boy with dark hair was inside practicing. He was extremely good at ballet, and she froze in shock. He looked up at her, his dark green eyes showing surprise.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. She bit her lip nervously.
"Well, I just came to get my shoes... Sorry!" she said and grabbed the dirty ballet slippers. She ran out of the room feeling like a total scatter brain. She fell straight on her face as soon as she got outside of the room.
"Oww..." she muttered, rubbing her nose lightly. She sat on her feet. She slowly gathered herself and walked down the hall. She looked at her dirty slippers and thought about how bad a dancer she was.
"I should really practice more," she whispered to herself. She walked to the girls' dorms and went to the attic where her room was. She fell back onto her bed, "Tomorrow is my birthday, but I don't even feel sixteen... I really am such a failure in ballet..." She undid her hair from the braid, and it fell onto her shoulders and light waves. She walked over to the window and stared out at the flying birds. They were so graceful, she wished she was less like a duck. Her long hair hung out the window, fluttering in the light spring wind. There was always nice weather all year round.
She sighed softly. She noticed the dark haired boy leaving the school building. It looked like he looked up at her. She quickly returned her gaze to the birds in surprise. She wondered who that boy was. She'd never seen him before. She thought of Muto with a small smile on her face. He was so handsome and such a good dancer, but he was also dating Rue. Rue was perfect for him though... She reached her hand out and a bird landed in it, twittering happily. She smiled at it.
"Hello little bird," she said softly.
"Hello~! You're birthday is tomorrow, right~?" the little bird replied. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Woah! You can talk!" she gasped. The bird little out a sing-song laugh.
"No, you can just understand because you're almost sixteen~! You're a shifter~!" the bird sang in reply.
"N-no I'm not..." Ahiru stuttered in disbelief. The bird shook its head lightly.
"You are," he replied, "I've got to go now~!" Then he jumped off her hand and flew away. She watched after it in disbelief.
"I must be going crazy," she said sinking to her knees on the floor. She slowly walked to the bathroom and took a shower before finally going to bed.
*O*
Ahiru woke up rather early the next morning. She got dressed and tied her hair in a much neater braid before leaving to the school building. Since she was so early, she practiced ballet. It seemed like she'd gotten more graceful over night. She did perfect plies. She also preformed graceful pirouettes. She was amazed with herself.
"Ahiru?" Pike gasped in surprise. At the sound of her name, the strawberry blond lost her concentration and fell over.
"Ahh!" she cried. Lillie laughed in amusement.
"My, my... Our little Ahiru can't even keep her focus," she commented. Ahiru looked up at her with a nervous smile.
"At this rate, you might just get your pointe shoes," Pike said. Ahiru blushed in surprise.
"No way! You guys are better than I am, and you don't even have your shoes yet!" Ahiru replied shaking her head.
"Well, you were doing better than me just then," Lillie giggled. She was occasionally nice. Ahiru stood quickly, staring at her feet.
"I'm no where near good," she whispered, dismissing their compliments. Pike rolled her eyes and Lillie smiled.
"Aww! Ahiru, you're so sweet!" she cried, hugging the strawberry blond. Ahiru looked at her in shock. Slowly, the other girls came into the practice room. Finally, Mr. Cat waltzed in.
"Ahh... I see everyone is here on time. Too bad," he commented. Then he started class. Ahiru was surprised that she could keep up with all the other girls, as well as move faster. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, deciding it was birthday luck.
"Okay girls! Today you all will be getting your pointe shoes, because it seems you are ready," Mr. Cat announced. All the girls gasped and looked at each other in pure joy. Ahiru sighed, I'll definitely have to practice tonight. Mr. Cat began handing everyone pointe shoes. He grimaced when he gave them to Ahiru, who frowned at them.
"Aww~! Ahiru's imagining how many ways those shoes can kill her~!" Lillie cooed. Pike glared at her. Ahiru slipped them on slowly. They felt so natural on her feet. She tied them as Mr. Cat instructed, and prepared for humiliation.