This is the chapter that leads to the idea I have. I hate writing these chapters when I have such amazing ideas for the next one! It makes me unhappy because I want to start on the next chapter already! Ack!

Now that I'm done complaining...

Disclaimer- I don't own Princess Tutu. Which is hilarious because, I don't think you knew that at all by this point.

I think I love writing about my version of Rue, which is basically how Rue was until the end of the show. Yay~

ONWARD!

Chapter 7

Rue glared at the listings angrily. Some basic class girl had snatched her role out from under her! Now she had some stupid minor roll! Rue could not stand for this! She had to find a way to remove this girl from the standings. Accidentally push her down the marble stairs at the front of the building while congratulating her on the roll, Rue couldn't due that. It wouldn't be nearly satisfying enough. Rue walked to class, trying to formulate a delicious plan of revenge.

This Ahiru girl had to have only a 'few' broken bones. Enough that she would be unable to preform, but then what about the other recitals the school would put on? The ballets that Rue absolutely adored, such as "Swan Lake" or "The Sleeping Beauty". These plays were where there was an important female role that had to be taken by Rue. If this basic class girl had obtained the roll this time, wouldn't she just as easily take it from Rue every other time? Rue had to completely remove her competition, otherwise... Nothing would ever go right for her.

But how? How could Rue completely rid herself of this girl without being made a criminal of some sorts. Rue had to make sure that she wasn't blamed for this at all. Then, she remembered her ability. If she really could teleport, then she had to harness that ability and use it to her advantage. She decided to test it. She closed her eyes and imagined the ballet class, willing herself to appear there.

Fakir walked into the hall that Rue was standing in and watched her disappear right before his eyes. He blinked back his surprise. Was he imagining things now?

Rue smiled gleefully as it worked perfectly. She was able to teleport, and it was so incredibly easy! Now, all she had to do was make a plan that used her ability to teleport beautifully. Rue felt like such a genius! She would definitely sleep well after she finished her plan successfully.

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Ahiru walked to the empty practice room excitedly after her classes. She had a few moments to herself to warm up. She placed her hand lightly on the wooden bar and began to stretch her legs. Then she practiced all of the ballet positions. Once she finished all the basic practices, she began to add in pointe movements. Her legs were growing stronger each day, and she was excelling in the pointe practices.

Mr. Cat had even praised her for landing the roll of Clara. Ahiru was far beyond happy. She was living a dream. It almost made her wonder if it really was all a dream. It seemed almost too wonderful to be true, but every time she pinched herself to make sure, she would yelp in pain and surprise. It was real.

She took in a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders slightly as she spread her arms on either side of her body. She lifted herself into pointe carefully. It was harder without the bar to help support her. Suddenly she felt a pair of hands touching her arms slightly.

"You could use more practice, but you're actually better than the majority of the advanced class," a deep voice told her. Ahiru looked over her shoulder at Fakir.

"Hi, Fakir," she smiled brightly. Fakir barely hid the blush that colored his cheeks at her wide smile. It was as if she'd already put that entire 'incident' behind her.

"Hello," he replied, "Are you ready for your practice?" Ahiru smiled again.

"Of course, I got all warmed up while I was waiting," she informed him, falling out of pointe easily. Fakir nodded his head slightly, and began to tell her what to do. She complied easily, and he seemed to find what she had difficulties with in seconds.

"I can see why Ms. Edel chose you for Clara," Fakir said at the end of their practice, "You definitely have the potential." Ahiru blushed in embarrassment.

"Oh, thank you..." she said. He laughed.

"What? I'm just stating the obvious," he replied. Ahiru frowned slightly.

"You don't have to laugh at me!" she cried and left the practice room in a huff. Fakir was left laughing softly in amusement. Their first practice had been a success.

Rue left the school late that afternoon, after a long grueling practice. There was obviously something wrong with her dancing. That was how that girl had stolen her part. She had to practice more if she wanted to make sure that she received the roll after Ahiru was removed.

"Shut up, Fakir! You're so mean!" a pink haired girl giggled. Rue looked over at them with a frown. That girl was so... duck-like. Loud and obnoxious. Rue hated her almost as much as she hated the Ahiru girl, who'd stolen her role. Why was Fakir even talking to a girl with less talent than him? Then it dawned on her. Oh, Fakir wasn't intelligent enough to realize that if he associated with people like Rue more, he wouldn't be so vile.

"I'm not mean, Ahiru," Fakir replied, trying to hide his own smile. Rue's eyes widened in shock. That monstrosity was Ahiru? How? How could such an ungraceful urchin steal her role? Now Rue knew who Ahiru was though. She knew who she was targeting. Rue was going to destroy that girl because now she had a reason. Rue walked to the girl's dorm with purpose. She was going to reap hell for the overly fortunate girl. She now knew that the lists had been a total mess up. Ahiru didn't stand a chance with Rue as her opposition.

D'aww flirting... Are we curious as to what Rue is planning? She does have an official plan now. What do we think she's going to do? Review with some answers to these questions, and I'll post the next chapter today! How's that for a deal? I would take it, cause I only have this weekend to update. ;_;

~ Minatu-chan