A/N: Honestly you guys have no idea how excited I am that I finally updated this one! I was surprised that I could even write after that HORRIBLE last chapter. Well maybe it wasn't that bad. But still, cheesey. Anywho. Hopefully you'll enjoy the twists. :o)

Disclaimer: See four previous chapters:o)

Chapter Five: Lover vs. Lover

"You're doing it wrong."

"Idiot."

"What do you think of me?"

"You'll have to marry me."

"We're not friends."

"How cute!"

"Ahiru, come on."

"I love you."

"Once upon a time..."

"Twirls and spins, bars and tutus. Mirrors and pieces of red jewels. Dreams, dreams, dreams. It's the past that haunts us..."

"I've been trapped in the same dream for who knows how long. I've only managed to escape twice. Both of those times I was lucky enough to be with Fakir. How I love Fakir. I fear now that I am not able to see him that I never said it enough times to him. I want to tell him, I need to tell him. If he were here right now with me, I would march right up to him and kiss him with more passion then necessary. Do you understand me?" Ahiru asked speaking to no one in particular.

Ahiru sighed out of defeat. Talking to the walls did nothing to soothe her. She sat down brought her knees up to her face and cried in them. Her daily routine; she would tell the same stories and get the same response. Nothing; utter silence. The walls were listening of that she was sure. But how intently she was never sure.

Ahiru would gladly go back to being a duck in order to see Fakir. She would give up the one thing that she has ever wanted to be with the one that has ever wanted her. She missed Fakir, she missed how he would look at her with fascination, though what kept her fascinated was beyond her. She was a clumsy duck-girl who couldn't hold her own in ballet. Only graduated from the academy because of Fakir.

More tears streamed down her face. The thought, the dreams. . .the dreams of her and Fakir. Drosselemyer told her that it would work only once. She was lucky enough to get it twice. She would love to see him again when she slept next. But didn't feel like chancing it.

"Quack. . . quack. . .quack. I don't want to be alone here anymore. Why can't I leave. . .why did I have to get out of bed that morning, why couldn't I have just stayed next to Fakir? Why did I have to be stupid and leave and see who was by our lake. . . I'm tired of being here. Time has passed to slowly. It needs to hurry up to the day when I get to leave. I'm tired of wandering these dead hallways and seeing nothing but. . .nothing. If I could escape, I would never leave Fakir's side. I would never lose sight of him. If he still loves me," she thought masochistically to herself as she broke down into more tears.

Ahiru sat in the same spot for hours crying when she heard footsteps coming closer to her. Her head shot up from her knees and looked at the nearing outline, of what she hoped was a savior.

"Are you Ahiru?" the voice asked.

"Yes I am. Who are you?" Those questions will have to wait. You must come with me now," the person said.

"I don't know, last time this same thing happened to me, I woke up here, and have been here longer than wanted. Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"I told you we don't have time for questions. Just get up and come with me now. Please, I fear our future depends on you. Come with me and I'll grant you any wish," the person said.

Ahiru contemplated the request but then thought of all the things that she could wish for. . .just the one. She stood up and ran toward the cloaked person. She stayed a pace and a half behind him or her, not sure of what would happen to them.

"How did you find me?" Ahiru asked after two hours of walking.

"I can't talk now, you must stay quiet," the person said.

Ahiru let out a quiet sigh. It feels like being back with Fakir during school. When I was Princess Tutu; how he hated me, but then grew to love me by the end. She thought to herself as she wiped away a tear that fell across her cheek.

The memories of her time with Fakir during school came flooding back to her during the escape. She thought of everything from when she was Tutu and he wrote her story to save her from Drosselemeyer's world. To their secret dance and when decided to save Mytho despite the fact that they would become their true selves. Her back to the duck and him back to a knight. These things scared her then, but he promised to stay by her side no matter what. He did, and he did on better, he wrote her back as a girl and loved her for all that she is worth and more.

"We're here," the person as they pointed to a gear.

"How cliché," she said aloud as the person stepped through the gear and disappeared. She followed quickly behind them.

"She is here," the person said kneeling down in front of three people sitting on high thrones.

"Mytho? Rue? Is that you?" she asked her eyes not used to the light as she stood up feeling awkward.

"No, no you silly child. It is not them. It is us, The Observers and we have a proposition for you.

Fakir walked over the bed where Ahiru's body lay and kissed her on the forehead before he left to another day of training. He didn't mind that this was his punishment, just as long as he could get Ahiru back.

He walked to the training grounds where his regiment waited.

"Attention, Quills, fall in!" Fakir shouted as he approached the regiment.

The Quills did as instructed and stood in ranks. Fakir stood in front of them and told them what they were to do today. Half were to practice their riding sword skills while the other were to practice hand to hand combat.

Fakir paced the training grounds and giving any helpful advice that he could remember. He wasn't mean to him men, he treated them with respect, even though Fakir had a feeling that they weren't real people. Dolls, just like Miss Edel once was.

Funny how he never thought about Uzura or Miss Edel until now. Miss Edel saved his life, and he repaid her by having someone make Uzura out of the remaining wood.

Fakir remembered the night when Miss Edel saved his life. It was the hardest night of his life. For more than one reason. The first he almost died, the second because it was the first night that he realized just how much he cared for Ahiru. It killed him to see Mytho and her dance the Pas de deux. Even though Princess Tutu and Ahiru are two completely different beings, he couldn't help but feel jealously when he watched them dance in the firelight.

"Fakir-zura," a familiar voice called bringing him out of his thoughts and memories.

"Uzura, is that you?" Fakir asked hearing the familiar drum beat and the familiar voice.

"It's me-zura!" Uzura called out to him smiling.

"How are you doing?" he asked as he squatted down and patted her on her head.

"Doing good-zura," she replied.

"Fakir, Drosselemyer needs to see you immediately," Michael said interrupting their reunion.

Fakir sighed and followed Michael, "I'll be back in a little bit Uzura, just wait here," Fakir called to her as he walked away.

"You wanted to see me?" Fakir asked standing in front of Drosselemeyer's throne.

"Yes, I did. Michael has just got back from The Observers and has found out that they are also striking up an army. They must have found out about our plan. Now I don't care that they know, it will just make it more interesting. But that isn't why I called you down here. I called you down because I am very interested in finding out how my army is doing," he said.

"They're fine. I have them practicing sword fighting on horse back as well as foot. Hand to hand combat, hand to weapon combat. Everything that they will ever need to know while in a war," Fakir said as he let out another sigh.

"Good, good," Drosselemeyer said.

"May I leave now," Fakir asked annoyed.

"Yes, go back and train my army," he said waving him away.

Fakir turned and headed back out to the training ground.

"Michael, who is leading their army?" Drosselemeyer asked.

"A Pique," he replied.

"You are from now on to be called Pique. You will not respond to Ahiru," Ben said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because you are going to help us win this war."

"But I was told that I could get one wish granted, and I want it granted," Ahiru said.

"You already got it. You are here, in the world with your loved one. Though you are not you, you are still yourself just in a different body. Now, what is your name?" Ben asked.

Ahiru's face became wet as tears were falling down it. "Pique," she whispered in defeat.

"Good, now you will be training the army. You are our army general. Without you there will be no army. But, there will always be a you. If you try to runaway, we will kill you. We will ruin any hopes of you ever getting back to your original body and to you lover. Do you understand?"

"I have no choice but to understand. I will obey you, please I just want Fakir," she whispered.

Ahiru was terrified, not only was she not in her body, but she was in her best friends body, and had no idea what happened to her friend. She tried asking but they just ignored her and told her that it wasn't a big deal.

Ben droned on about what her duty was and where she was to do it. He told her where to get her supplies. He told her how she was to live until after they won the war.

"Ben, why?" she asked.

"Why what?"

"Why do we have to fight in a war? Honestly, I'm done fighting, I'm sick of having to hurt people who have done nothing to hurt me except to live on the wrong side of the border. It isn't fair to them or to me. If we could only talk..."

"Talk, you want to talk. If you only knew who we were up against," he said setting her up.

"Who?" she asked taking the bait like the old duck she was.

"The Raven," he said holding back a smile.

"Impossible! Princess Tutu got rid of the Raven!" she shouted.

"No, she didn't."

"Where's my army?" she asked determined to take down the Raven once more.

"That's better."

Ben lead Ahiru—Pique—to the training grounds where her army waited.

"Pique, this is your army. Train them, be their leader. Without you they are nothing, without them you are nothing," Ben whispered in her ear.

"What have I gotten myself into," she thought to herself.