Ahiru-Hakucho Household

"Drosselmeyer! I'm home!" The young girl announced as she was in her Kurai Hakucho from holding the sword behind her back. She checked to see if he was wearing his gloves when she saw that his hands were bare. 'Perfect.' she thought

'Whatever you pathetic little duck. You have done nothing to make anything different around here! Just leave me be at the moment I am trying to write a tragedy." She growled at him when she noticed that the door opened once more. She turned around and saw the man whom she loved. It was Fakir.

"Fakir what are you doing here!" She whispered as he noticed the sword behind her.

"I could ask you the same thing. What's with the sword?"

"Oh, that um…" she took a deep breath as she began to speak to him, "I am going to kill the bastard. I cannot have him write tragedies for anyone at all anymore! Go now Fakir! Live your life! My life might end here tonight so go!" she walked towards the sadistic bastard as she swung the sword of the prince when a hand suddenly grabbed it.

"Stupid fool. You think you can struck me with a blade this easily!" he was about to pinch his nail in her skin when her realized that she was in her Dark Swan form and his gloves where no where to be found. He grabbed the sword right out of her delicate hands as they began to fight.

"Drosselmeyer, just because I don't have a weapon does not mean that I don't have powers." she began to grin as he had a worried look on his face. "Waltz of thorns!" she leaped toward him as thorns began to wrap around him pricking some of his skin, but sadly he broke free as he created some slits on her legs and arms. Fakir stood shock then went to go battle.

"DIE YOU BASTARD!" He growled out loud, but missed as the old man move aside.

"Nice try knight but you will have to do better than that!"

Awhile later

Fakir had only manage to get a few hits on Drosselmeyer as he had a few cuts and bruises. Noticing that the psychotic writer was distracted enough, Ahiru jumped in between them as she touched Drosselmeyers hand. A giant surge of pain went through them both as Fakir heard her blood-curdling scream as she and the old man fell unconscious. 'This is strange. Usually when someone touches me in this form they fall asleep as traumatic events start to happen here causing them injuries but now I got stuck here with him!' the swan thought. She tried yelling for her friend as only mumbles of some words got through.

"Fakir…sword…stab…man" For some reason though it was like the knight was paralyzed so he was not able to kill the old-timer at the moment. She began to think of certain events like a knife fight. As some slices were made on Tutu some were also made on Drosselmeyer as well. They had a 'dream' battle as they landed hits on each others. More and more bruises and blood was saw on both bodies as they became exhausted in the 'dream battle when she noticed that the man was going conscious way faster when the others so she tried yelling out once more.

"Fakir…now…stab." The knight grabbed his sword as he stabbed into the chest of the man. The man with the crazy outfit and the young girl both woke up as they clutched their chests in pain. The only difference was that Drosselmeyer was going to bleed to death while Ahiru only needed to rest her wounds for a week. All of a sudden she was floating in the air as her body twirled as a yellow, shiny, and illuminating light formed around her. The human girl only open her eyes for just a sec. as Fakir noticed that they were back to their normal blue and that her hair was back into its long and beautiful braid. Her outfit though was a He smiled, but then she began to fall from the pain due to the cuts, bruises, and the other injuries that were on her, fortunately Fakir caught her just before she hit the bloody floor. Then the knight decided to go home as he carried the princess that he loves in his arms (along with both swords which he did not care for at the moment), not letting anyone go near her as he walked protecting her from the snow that began to now fall. He thought that the snow flakes were like swans dancing across the air as he looked back down to girl whom he had in his arms as he lightly kissed her forehead.

"Fakiiirr." She mumbled out loud in her sleep giving him some hope.