Chapter 5

AN: So I wanna apologize for not getting this up last week like I promised. My computer is down with a virus and I somehow managed to pull this and the rest of the finished story off last night.

Please forgive me for this; I tried to warn you.

Disclaimer: And the world rejoiced that Magic Kaito does not own Princess Tutu.

"So," Ahiru continued, looking around at the ceiling suspiciously, "what does that say on top of the page?"

Fakir looked closely at the heading, obviously trying to make sense of what he was reading. "I've... never seen a word like this before," he finally stated.

"Well then I haven't either!" she whined. "Come on, at least try to read it!"

"It says 'F- Fan...'"

"Fan? Is there more?"

"Yeah. It's like one long word, but there's a period in the middle of it. 'Fanfictionperiodnet.' What?"

Ahiru blinked a few times. "Are you sure you read that right?"

"That's what it says," Fakir replied, pointing at it. "The word doesn't make sense, though. I at least see 'fiction', which implies a story, but what does the rest mean?"

"Ummm..."

"Ugh, I guess I have to step in after all," a voice rang out.

"Who said that?!" Fakir exclaimed, looking around the room.

"Hey, isn't that the voice we heard earlier?" Ahiru asked, grabbing Fakir's sleeve.

"What voice we heard...?"

"You two aren't doing what I want at all!" the voice continued. "If we're going to make this the greatest Fakiru fic ever, you two have to do your part."

"...What language are you speaking in?" Fakir finally asked.

"A-are you Drosslemeyer?" Ahiru said nervously.

"That's a girl's voice, moron."

"I am the person writing this story," the girl said. "Honestly, I'm kinda surprised you realized you were in one to begin with. Although I guess if I think about it, it makes sense with the canon."

"A cannon?" Ahiru wondered.

"Anyway, despite this problem, you two need to shape up and quit 'investigating' everything! Just accept what the story is! I can't believe you moved so far without me! What kind of a fanfiction do you think this is, huh?"

"What is this 'fanfiction' business?" Fakir asked, looking at the ceiling and frowning. "Who are you?"

"Oh, come on, no one gives out their full name on the internet. What do you think I am, stupid?"

"Honestly, at this point..."

"Fakir, what's an 'inner net?'"

"Like I said, quit asking questions! This is my fic!"

"What have you done with Charon?" Fakir growled. "What are you talking about? What kind of story is this?"

The author sighed. "Look, I don't know who you're talking about. I've only watched this series once. But I do know that you two need an awesomely romantic after story, which I am here to provide for other fans everywhere!"

Fakir and Ahiru were silent for a few moments. "I'm supposed to be completely lost, right?" Ahiru finally said.

The nameless author was now sounding frustrated. "Okay, long story short, I know all about what happened to you and Mytho and those other people. And now I'm writing another story to help you two out even more because the subtext was soooo obvious. Kay?"

"No!" Fakir exclaimed. "I'm still confused, but you think we want to be in another story? Of course not!"

"Yes you do!" the author exclaimed. "Now shut up and let me do my stuff! I wanna get a lot of reviews on this chapter!"

"Fakir, my head's starting to hurt," Ahiru whined.

The author sat back in her chair and frowned. In front of her whirred her device with which she would write her story, the computer. "I don't understand why those two know what's going on!" she said to herself, watching as her story seemed to continue to write itself without her typing anything. "How can two characters have so much control?"

Fortunately, her interruption had appeared to leave Fakir and Ahiru worried enough that they were waiting to see what her next move would be. This would be perfect! Now if only she could think of what it was...

"Well, of course this has to be a romantic story," she thought aloud. "I mean, what else do people want to read? The problem is going to be getting them to go along with it now that they know what's going on. ...Which it really shouldn't be! I watched the show, I know them! They should want this! I really don't see what they have to complain about," she grumbled.

She thought for a few more minutes, carefully considering her options. "Although, maybe it's just because I surprised them. There's no way they won't go along once I get this going! I should just skip all of the development and lead-in stuff and get to the good parts! Nobody cares about anything else, anyway." With that, she placed her fingers on the keyboard and began typing.

Fakir looked around the room, still frowning. "Um, did she leave?" Ahiru finally asked.

"I'm not sure," he replied. "I know Drosslemeyer was always there even when we didn't know it, but she made it sound like we were able to do things without her."

"That doesn't make a lot of sense, though, Fakir."

"That doesn't? None of this does!"

"Oh, true," Ahiru replied, thinking for a bit. "Say, Fakir, do you wanna dance?"

Fakir looked at her in surprise, a bit of color coming to his cheeks. "What?" he exclaimed. "Where is this coming from?"

"I dunno," she answered, shrugging. "It's just that I haven't really done any dancing or anything yet and that was what I missed doing the most."

Fakir felt himself growing more and more nervous. "But, why now?" he finally asked, realizing his reaction was probably starting to show on his face and looking away.

"Uhhh..." she thought for a moment. "Well, what else is there to do now, right?" she finally said with a laugh.

"Er, true, but weren't we going to...?" Fakir stopped mid-sentence, looking at her again a bit confused.

"Wh-what?" she replied warily, wondering why he was watching her like that. "D-did I say something wrong or something?"

Fakir's expression suddenly became serious. "No," he said, taking a few steps toward her. Ahiru jumped a little as her face turned red. He held out his hand. "Come on," he said.

Ahiru slowly took his hand. They looked at each other for a bit before they came closer together and started to dance. They didn't need music. They kept doing ballet, Fakir guided her because she wasn't very good as always. He spun her in a circle and they did some other moves. Ahiru smiled. This was making her very happy.

Just then, Ahiru's foot caught on the wood floor. With a muffled shout, she shot forward, her momentum sending her straight into Fakir who was also knocked off his feet. They went crashing to the floor with a thud, groaning a bit and trying to figure out what exactly had just happened.

It was at this point that they realized that Ahiru was lying on top of Fakir, who had instinctively put one arm around her. Their faces were very close and slowly turning bright red. Well, wasn't this awkward and convenient...

"Uhhh," Ahiru began, her cheeks pink, "F-fakir..." They slowly began moving their faces closer to each other.

"Wait just a minute!" he suddenly exclaimed, pulling his head back and looking at the ceiling.

"What is it?" Ahiru squeaked, surprised by his outburst.

"You think you're going to trap us into your storyline that easily?" Fakir continued, scowling. "Well, we're not falling for it!"

"Oh, right, the story..."

"Don't tell me you forgot," he said with annoyance.

"It's really weird, though," she commented. "I'm not really sure if what I'm feeling is what I'm really feeling, if that makes any sense..."

Fakir thought for a second. "Actually, that makes perfect sense," he said with a frown. "Now get her off of me!"

"I think you have to let go first," Ahiru said awkwardly.

"What?"

Just then, with an audible sigh, the setting around them morphed from Charon's shop into a beautiful glade in the forest. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, butterflies floated lazily in the sky, and Ahiru was still on top of Fakir.

His face turned bright red. "Get off!" he said harshly, finally managing to sit up and push her off of him. She hit the ground with a thump and a quiet "Ouch." Fakir sat there for a moment staring at the ground and looking thoroughly embarrassed. Ahiru eventually sat up and brushed off her dress. "Hey, where are we anyway?" she asked, looking around.

"A beautiful glade in the forest," he replied almost robotically, looking at himself in surprise after the words came out.

"Huh?"

"There's something we should talk about," he continued, looking around in a mild panic though his voice was mostly monotone.

"Um, Fakir, are you alright?"

"It's that author," he hissed, straining to talk. "I think she's..."

"Yes, I agree with you," she suddenly said in just as dead a voice, blinking.

"I need to tell you how I feel," Fakir said, finally giving up and scowling.

Ahiru had also seemed to realize what was going on and lazily looked at the ground with a sigh. "Oh really?" she said, not sounding hopeful at all. "What?"

"You mean so much to me," he continued with no emotion in his voice. "You make my life complete."

"I know what you mean," she began, starting to yawn. "Everyday I'm with you is so special." She rubbed her eyes a bit.

"I'm glad you agree," he replied, still frowning. "Because I have to tell you..."

"Tell me what?" she asked tiredly.

"I love you. WHAT?!" he finally cried, looking at the sky angrily.

"I'm so happy," Ahiru said in the same monotonous tone, looking as though she was about to fall asleep.

"Wake up!" Fakir said, sounding like his normal self, although he looked rather mortified.

"Oh, sorry, it's just been a busy day, you know?"

"We can't just let her put words in our mouths," he continued, blushing a bit.

Ahiru laughed nervously. "Eh heh, yeah, that whole thing was kinda weird."

"So you have to keep your guard up," he finished with a frown. "The only way we can stop this story is to fight it."

"I know that!" she replied. "But this person is really powerful. Look at what she's already made us do!" she said, hanging her head and looking awkwardly at him.

Fakir's expression softened. "We just have to be careful, alright? We need to try to anticipate her next move."

"O-okay," Ahiru answered, looking down at the flowers beneath her sadly. Fakir was quiet for a moment, trying to think of a way to brighten her spirits, when suddenly she burst into tears.

"What's wrong?!" he cried, looking at her worriedly.

"I...it's just..." she began, having trouble forming words through her sobs.

"It's just what?" Fakir asked with concern.

"I-it... It's Mytho!" she wailed.

All of the panic and worry suddenly dropped as his expression turned deadpan. "Huh?"

AN: I want to make a few things clear. First of all, this is not self-insert, as I really don't like that and it would make things a million times harder. Also, this author is not meant to be anyone in particular. I have not made up a screen name because odds are anything I think up will be something someone has and I really don't want to offend anyone. Okay, we're good now.