Don't have very much to say right now soooo....
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu or any of its characters.....gah, if only.
Oh yeah! Good news(?)! I found that song that always plays around Fakir and Ahiru! It's from Scheherazade: The story of prince kalandor. :D I can die happy now....er not really but, y'know.
The next day, when Ahiru and Fakir arrived to class, both Mytho and Rue were already waiting for them, just doing their stretches. When Ahiru saw them, it was as if nothing had happened. I guess it really is just like what Rue said. He doesn't remember anything about yesterday. I wonder...if it's better for him not to know.
As class progressed, Ahiru did her best to focus. After all that was happening, she still wanted to try to stick with the rest of the class, unlike before. However, mid-lesson, she was startled out of her focus by a hushed squeal of delight from her friend, Lillie. "Oh, this year is turning out to be quite wonderful, isn't it! Our adorable little Ahiru transfers here, and now, Prince Mytho has come back to add on to all the other cute boys in our class. It's the perfect recipe for drama!" She squealed as she patted Ahiru's head suspiciously.
"Wait, other boys?" Before, Ahiru could have sworn that there were only two boys in the ballet class: Mytho and Fakir. Since she had returned, Ahiru hadn't even noticed that there were now a few other male dancers in the class. Perhaps she wasn't paying as much attention as she thought she was.
"You didn't notice Ahiru?" Pique asked, astounded. Ahiru could see why, now that she actually took the time to look. There were only about three other boys in the room, all new to her. They were actually quite handsome but something just wasn't right about them. They seemed way more out of it than Ahiru usually was, but Ahiru shrugged it off, after all, they were boys. "Oh, I know! Maybe it's because you're solely a Fakir girl!"
Ahiru almost quacked at that statement and began waving her arms about frantically. "N-no! I already told you! Fakir and I aren't like that!"
"Excuse me?" Ahiru froze. Oops, that was too loud wasn't it. Ahiru looked from side to side for her friends who, by now, had already high-tailed it. Instead, she saw a few snickering classmates, including Rue and Mytho, and an obviously annoyed Fakir who had his palm against his forehead. Ahiru blushed immensely and stared up apologetically at Miss Lorna. "Ahiru, perhaps the status of your relationship with Fakir is something that shouldn't be shared publicly with the class." Ahiru's face turned even redder and she felt as though her face might even stay that color. "But, of course, if you feel the need to make random outbursts during class, I suggest you get it out of your system after class...while you're cleaning the lesson room."
Ahiru's blush finally began to fade and she hung her head in defeat. "Yes Miss Lorna."
And so, Ahiru stayed behind after class with a bucket and mop and she sighed as she began cleaning the rather large classroom. "Man, it looks like I still can't seem to keep away from cleaning duty..."
"Well, then, Ahiru, you gotta learn to keep your voice down! That's the whole point of gossip." Ahiru sighed with defeat. Her friends had so 'graciously' offered to stay behind with her after class, but now, Ahiru was thinking that it was either because they had nothing better to do, or because they simply wanted to kick her while she was down.
"No, no! Don't tell her that! If she learns, I might never be able to see her face turn tomato red again!" Lillie yelled dramatically. Ahiru paused her cleaning for a moment to pout at them. "M-my face wasn't that red!"
"Oh, on the contrary, young maiden. Your face was as red as this beautiful rose!" Ahiru jumped, dropping her mop and quickly covered her mouth before she could 'quack'. That familiar voice behind her was like the sound of bloody murder to her and she was very reluctant to turn around to confirm her fear. But of course, standing behind her, holding out a single red rose, was none other than 'Prince' Femio. And, of course, he was accompanied by his trusty butler and bull.
"Forgive me for startling you, I am Femio. I am one who is fit to be called a prince as I love everyone, and is also loved by everyone." Panicked, Ahiru made a quick glance towards where her friends were sitting, only to realize that they had already fled the scene. "However, I'm afraid that I don't know your name, young maiden. Forgive me for not noticing your beauty sooner."
Ahiru smiled nervously and took the rose that he was still holding out. "Um, I'm Ahiru."
"Ahiru, what a beautiful name that is." Before Ahiru could do anything about it, Femio took her free hand and was beginning to lean down to kiss it when suddenly, the door burst open.
"Hurry, Fakir! Ahiru is in grave danger!" When Ahiru looked to the door with relief, she saw Fakir standing in the doorway, looking back to Ahiru's two friends who were, once again, retreating rapidly down the hall. With a slightly annoyed sigh, Fakir turned back to Ahiru and Femio and approached them. Before Femio could touch his lips to Ahiru's hand, Fakir had grabbed her arm and pulled her away.
"And who, exactly, are you?" Fakir asked, obviously finding this a waste of his time.
"I am Femio, one who is qualified to be a true prince as I love everyone, and is also loved by everyone." Femio eyed Fakir disdainfully. "And who might you be, treating such a lovely maiden so roughly?"
"Do I really need to introduce myself?" Fakir shook his head. "Anyways, just stay away from Ahiru." Although it was awkward having Fakir save her from this kind of situation, Ahiru let out a sigh of relief nonetheless. "Come on, we're going." Fakir pulled Ahiru along towards the door, and Ahiru followed without question.
"Wait! Could it be? Are you two...lovers?" Both Fakir and Ahiru instantly stopped in their tracks. However, compared to Fakir, who was just blushing, Ahiru was almost on the verge of choking on nothing. "That must be it!"
"No, it's not!" Fakir and Ahiru yelled in unison, both whirling around to find Femio with the back of his hand laying dramatically on his forehead.
"Oh! Curse this body of mine! To attract the love of one who is already devoted to another! How...despicable of me." Then, Fakir and Ahiru watched as Femio's butler crashed into him atop the bull and proceeded to lay out a bed of flower petals for Femio to fall on. However, when Femio opened his eyes, Fakir and Ahiru were already gone.
Just outside the building, Fakir and Ahiru stood leaning against the wall, catching their breath. Eventually, Ahiru straightened up and smiled gratefully at Fakir. "Thanks a lot Fakir! But how did you know where I was?"
"Tch, your friends told me you were in some sort of danger and I thought they were talking about Mytho or at least something actually life threatening."
Ahiru giggled nervously and apologized. "Sorry about that. Pique and Lillie are just like that, y'know? Besides, I think to most of the girls in the academy, being face to face with Femio is life threatening."
Fakir shook his head, but smiled slightly. "Come on, let's go home."
Ahiru smiled and began walking alongside him. "Oh yeah! Um...I'm sorry about earlier."
"Hm?"
"Y-you know." Ahiru blushed slightly. "During class, that outburst I had...I'm sorry if I embarrassed you or anything..." Fakir glanced down at her thoughtfully but then turned his head away.
"Moron." Ahiru pouted. "Hey! What was that-"
"Ahiru! Fakir!" Ahiru's pout disappeared and she looked out in front of her to see Rue rushing towards them.
"Rue! What's wrong?"
"It's Mytho. After class, I came out of the changing room and waited for him, but he didn't come out. I got worried so I checked the boys' change room and all over the academy. But I can't find him!"
"Calm down. We'll find him." Fakir looked around carefully, figuring out where to check first. "Maybe we should split up again..."
"No wait! Fakir, Rue, listen!" Rue and Fakir looked to Ahiru, slightly confused. "Do you hear that?" All of them stopped and focused on the faint sound from afar. It was a very quiet rumbling sound, like the sound of hooves hitting the ground, and in the distance they could hear disgruntled yelling.
"What is that?" Rue asked. Answering her question, Femio's butler rode past them on a bull yelling, "Don't worry Master Femio! Help is on its way!"
"Him again?" Fakir asked with disbelief.
"Yeah..." But then, Ahiru shook her head. "But did you hear what he said? Mytho might be with Femio!"
"Alright then. He's probably still in the lesson room." Quickly, they ran into the building and made their way towards the lesson room.
"You! You are that false prince, one who gives out false love! Mytho..." Femio uttered his name with disgust. Mytho could only chuckle at his ignorance.
"That's right. Although, if I am a false prince, who's to say that you're not either?"
Femio seemed taken aback by this claim and frowned. "And what makes you say that? I believe I truly am qualified to be called a prince. I love everyone, and am loved by everyone."
"You say you love everyone, and are loved by everyone, but what do you call this then? You can't seem to love me in the slightest, and I have nothing but hate for you. Not only that," Mytho smirked. "But what about that shameful act that you committed not too long ago? Stealing away a love that belongs to someone else?"
Femio fell to his knees, head in his hands. "You...you are right! Is it possible, that I too, am a false prince? Have I...been living a horrible lie!?" Suddenly, he threw his head back and clutched his chest. "This horrible soul of mine...these crimes that I have so unknowingly committed! No mundane punishment could possibly do justice! Oh...the shame..."
Mytho laughed, and summoned his sword, turning into the Prince of crows. "If no mundane punishment will suit your crime, then why don't you just hand over your heart? Leave all that guilt and shame behind..."
Femio nodded regretfully. "Yes, that seems like a suitable punishment."
Mytho stepped towards him and poised his sword above Femio's heart. Just as he readied himself to thrust his sword, a gentle voice called out, "Prince! Please, stop this!" Mytho paused, and looked towards the door where Princess Tutu, Rue and Fakir were standing.
"Do not get in my way." Tutu danced towards Mytho en pointe.
"Please, Prince. By committing such an act as this, it will become unbearable, perhaps even unforgivable. Such a burden...is something that I...no, we, would not allow you to place upon yourself." Mytho seemed to hesitate for a moment as Tutu danced around him, and lowered his sword. Princess Tutu stopped just behind him, hopeful that he had returned to his true self. But then he chuckled.
"You're already a little too late to say such things. I wonder if the Prince can bear it, all by himself? Who can forgive it?" Still chuckling, Mytho turned, swinging his sword in Tutu's direction.
"Ahiru!" Fakir had already anticipated the attack and was ready to tackle her down to avoid the blow. "Fakir!" Tutu gasped.
"My Prince." Both Tutu and Fakir looked up from their spot on the floor and watched as Rue stepped forward, stepping toward Mytho in demi pointe. "Prince, I would forgive you. After all we've been through, nothing is completely unforgivable." When she had finally reached her prince, she reached out to him and asked, "Please, my prince, dance with me?"
Mytho stared at her for a few moments and she almost thought that he would take her hand. However, he suddenly yanked his hand back and placed it back on his sword. "Foolish Kraehe, what would make you think I would want to dance with such a pitiful girl like you?"
Rue gasped as he lifted his sword and fell backwards. "Rue!" Tutu called out. Mytho was just about to bring his sword down when suddenly, they all felt the room begin to rumble. They also noticed that Femio had begun to come out of his stupor.
"Could it be?" He stood up slowly and turned towards the door with open arms. "It is! Oh punishment! Come now, and strike me down!"
"Ole!" Out of no where, Femio's butler rode through the lesson room, a herd of bulls trailing behind him. He headed straight for Femio, and quickly, everyone hurried to the sides of the room to dodge the stampede and once Femio had been hit by the full force of the stampede, they all seemed to empty out of the building, save for the one owned by Femio's butler. After bowing curtly to everyone in the room, and eyeing Mytho suspiciously, he threw Femio onto the back of the bull and hurried out, leaving them all to their business. Despite the situation, Tutu couldn't help but think, This seems very familiar.
Tutu and Fakir got up, and looked to Rue, who was also unharmed and already picking herself up from the floor. However, on the other side of the room was Mytho, who laid unconscious on the floor. Rue immediately rushed over to him, followed by Fakir and Tutu, who had already changed back into Ahiru. "Can...my love not even reach him anymore?" Ahiru stared down at Rue with a worried frown. "Rue..."
Suddenly, Rue got up. "I'm sorry, but, can I ask the two of you to take Mytho back to his dorm?" With that, Rue began walking out of the lesson room.
"But, Rue!"
"Stop it, moron." Ahiru had made to go after her but she felt Fakir's hand on her shoulder. "But, Fakir! She-"
"She just needs to be alone for a while, that's all. She'll be fine." Ahiru frowned but nodded her head in defeat. "Now come on." Fakir bent down and scooped Mytho up into his arms. "Let's get Mytho back to his room."
"Okay..."
Meanwhile, Rue had found herself wandering towards the library. Once she found herself standing in front of its doors she felt determination rising in her. If...if Mytho will not be phased by love anymore...than I must find another way. Quickly. Before he changes beyond recognition.
Rue stepped into the empty library and began strolling down the aisles of books until her foot stumbled into an average sized book lying on the floor. Rue bent down to pick it up and suddenly, she became interested. On the front cover was the picture of a large raven. Foolish daughter......pitiful Kraehe....
Rue's eyes scanned the front cover, looking for the name of the book, but all she found were words that she couldn't understand. The letters looked familiar, but they formed words that seemed like nonsense. So, she opened the book and began to read, but she found that the contents were also written in the weird language.
"That book you're reading, it's in English you know." Rue gasped and turned to the voice. It was Autor. "That's why you can't read it."
"You...you're Autor, right?"
He pushed up his glasses. "Forgotten me already?"
"I had a reason to forget...you should have forgotten as well, just like everyone else." Autor shook his head. "I could never forget you..."
Autor came up beside her and gently took the book from her. "My English is a bit rusty, but I think it says, 'North American....Mythology: Ravens'."
"Raven...Autor, I'm sorry, but, do you think you could read this to me?"
He blushed slightly, but hid it behind the glare on his glasses. "Um, sure, but why do you want to read a book on ravens?" He came to a sudden realization. "Does that mean? Is it a new story?"
"Yes...but I'm not quite sure yet whether or not it deals with the Monster Raven."
"I see...well, come over here. I'll read a little, since I'm not too busy." Rue nodded and smiled gratefully, following Autor to a desk at the back of the library.
Sorry, that ended in a weird place, didn't it? Oh well. Ah, and about Rue not being able to read English, yeah, I wanted to make use of the fact that Princess Tutu is actually set in Germany. Or at least, it's very much hinted at. *cough*Schmied*cough* *Fakir's german(?) writing and incantation in episode 8*cough* Also, I just thought, being the book worm he is, Autor would know a bit of English.
Just so you know! Please review!