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Princess Tutu | Ahiru x Fakir | Writing the future

 

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Fakir sat at his desk, shrouded in a darkness that closed him off from the outside world. Clouds were the only sight visible from his bedroom window, ominously blocking any hint of moonlight. A light drizzle of rain pattered at the roof. It sounded like a constant knocking, like someone was there trying to stop him from doing what he knew he shouldn't be doing in the first place. And that? His quill scratched away at the pad of paper, stopping every few words to dip back into the abysmal black ink. Fakir's left arm grasped his right, steadying the waver in it, because this job was both physically and emotionally draining.

At first he had been sure he would be able to contain himself: Ahiru back in her duck form, they could live out their days in peace. That was short-lived. When Fakir realized he missed all of the memories they had made together in their journey to help Mytho find his heart, he wished he could reverse time. Mytho would be back. They'd relive the memories. Sure, this Ahiru could nod her attention when Fakir spoke, but it's not like she could quack out her response and he'd understand it. His interactions with her were limited, compared to the human Ahiru.

That pulled out a force inside of him, his conscience screamed at him to do this. Even if it was wrong, even if he was toying with worlds he had restricted knowledge of. He wrote his enemy, throwing description onto the page. The name was easy, Rolf. What did he look like? Menacing claws and fangs protruded from his body, his upper torso displayed thick grey fur, and his muscles could burst the seams of his clothing. He was powerful, but nothing Fakir wasn't sure a Princess Ahiru could charm with her dancing. But that was only when he transformed into the werewolf form. As a human, he could turn the lady's heads when he walked through. Silky tufts of brown hair, gentle brown eyes. If Fakir didn't know any better, it would seem he was writing someone to replace Mytho's presence. Silly as his dream may seem, when Ahiru had made her comeback, Fakir was sure they could dance the most mesmerizing, beautiful, pas de duex.

 

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Ahiru sat under a tree nearby Fakir's home watching was the water fell forming into puddles on the ground. Ever since she had given up her pendant to Mytho, Ahiru has remained in her duck form unable to become human again. She shook of her fathers trying to get of any excess water on her before sitting down glancing up to Fakir's house. She could see a dim light in one room which was a candle lighting up Fakir's room. Her gaze fell a bit as she lowered her head.

While Ahiru enjoyed that she was still able to be with Fakir watching him write as she sat by him, it just wasn't the same as it was before. She missed being human and being able to communicate witg Fakir and Mytho. She wanted to be able to spend time with them like she could before. Although by wanting this, Ahiru thought that she was being selfish as she was lucky that she was still a duck and not a speck of light that vanishes like it was prophesied for Tutu to become in the end. If only it was possible for Ahiru to become human again even if it was only for a little bit so she could just talk with Fakir like before.

 

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Fakir slammed down his quill at long last, wiping wiping away a few beads of sweat that had formed over the past hour. In front of him, the words seemed to sing on the page. He must be imagining things, because words don't sing. Maybe these ones do, only to him though. Candlelight or not, an orb appeared infront of him. First, an unidentifiable ball of white light, but then it began to materialize. Just as Fakir had written, not a minute late or early. He outstretched his palm, anticipating the object that dropped moments later. Overall, it was made of a silvery metal, inlaid with a large red gemstone. Although simplistic, the gem shined under the flame of the candle. Fakir's expression turned to a grin, a hint of mischief hiding within. Perfect.

Something else gleaming caught his peripheral vision. No, that was the rain. How had he ignored it all until now? He glared at the window. Time had slipped by, and now where was Ahiru? Probably outside roughing it in the rain, because ducks can't just use the door handle to let themselves in, can they? He stepped across the creaky bare hardwood floors, yanking open the front door. His opposite hand grasped the ring as if his life depended on it. There she was: underneath a tree, shaking off droplets of water. Any other animal, fine, but this was just inhumane. It had to be. Fakir's worries were justified; rain is cold! Squinting, Fakir ran through the weather that was now starting to pick up. He didn't give Ahiru a choice when he scooped her into his arms and ran her back inside.

There, he placed her next to the small fireplace, planning to let her warm off her shivers. The flame was still lit, but would require more wood soon. Fakir didn't pay that any attention, instead he unclenched his fist to reveal the ring, and set himself with the task of giving it... to the duck.. somehow. "I'm so stupid. Ducks can't wear rings." He grunted under his breath as he tried to slide the ring onto a wing feather. How uncomfortable-- He gave it another attempt, at least partially positioning it onto the duck's webbed foot.

 

[Lycoris]

Ahiru continued to shake the rains off her feathers wondering what Fakir was up to? Did he end up falling asleep or perhaps he didn't realize it was raining. She didn't see the point in getting all wet to try to get inside the house. She was a duck after all. Most ducks are supposed to live outside, but then again, she wasn't most ducks. Hearing a door slam open, the loud sound startled Ahiru a bit as she looked up seeing it was Fakir coming outside to her. The young duck blinked in confusion as she quacked a bit in response being suddenly scooped up by Fakir as he ran back inside with her.

Being put next to the warm fire, Ahiru shook off more water happy to be so warm inside. Glancing back to Fakir, the duck tilted her head in confusion as he showed her a ring that he wanted to give to her. She quacked some more trying to figure out why Fakir was so intent to give her a ring as it would be pretty much useless for a duck. It wasn't until he managed to put it on her one foot that she started to understand a bit. As of a sudden, she began to glow as a white light consumed her. This was odd, but yet familiar. Ahiru wasn't scared as she trusted Fakir as he would never put her in danger. As the light began to vanish, Ahiru wasn't a duck anymore. Instead, she was human again just like she had been when she was given the pendant. Looking down at herself, she had to be sure as it didn't seem real to her. Wasn't the story over? Why was she now able to become human again?

"F-fakir?" She said softly not sure if she would be able to trust her voice without a bunch of quacks coming out.

 

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Fakir panted away the remaining exhaustion, stepped back from the dazzling glow, and knelt down to admire his work. The expression that had washed over him was one of utmost satisfaction, but he didn't lose the softness in his features when he looked at her. But if she stared into his eyes, she might notice the destruction. He knew what he did wasn't right, but didn't care. Surely Ahiru would love being a human again, right? Nobody could experience this amount of relief when he witnessed the dazzling glow of her body. It worked. Not that he would put her in harms way, but what if the ring had ended up being just that-- a chunk of useless metal.

He couldn't help but watch in anticipation. He knew they hadn't properly gotten to know eachother before she'd had to give up her pendant and return to her animal form, but in this moment Fakir knew he would have gone to any length to bring her back. Oh right, this sort of happens too-- He swiveled his entire body so his back faced her, his face instantly becoming a shade of crimson. "Good to talk to you, dummy...," He trailed off the last word. It wasn't his fault. Okay, it was his fault for not remembering that this happens when she transforms from a duck to a human, the clothes had never automatically come with.

 

[Lycoris]

This moment didn't feel real. Surely, this had to be a dream as it was too good to be true. But, the longer she was here, meant that this was less likely to be a dream. Ahiru looked down examining her hands expecting to see her duck wings. But instead it was her human hands that now had a silver ring with a beautiful red gem on one of her fingers. So many thoughts ran through her mind as she didn't know how to process what was happening. How did Fakir do this and why was she now human again were two of the biggest ones.

"Is this real?" She asked hesitantly.

Glancing back to Fakir she was met with him having his back to her refusing to look at her. Glancing down once more, her face became bright red forgetting the fact that she was now naked. Doing her best she quickly tried to cover herself up as she was so embarrassed at the moment. Looking around, the girl found one of Fakir's jackets and quickly put it on as the jacket hung off her body like a dress. While it wasn't the most fashionable thing ever, it would have to do for now.

 

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"Of course it's real." None of it should be real, just like how unfair it was that Ahiru was really a duck. He could only see her as a girl. Finally, he turned around, faced with her in one of his jackets. He had to hold his breath to prevent further blushing. The redness had mostly subsided by then. "I have clothes-- upstairs, you can borrow," he offered helplessly. After a few paces away, Fakir called behind him, "Do you want tea?" Even watching the rain patter against the windows brought chills through him, and the endless dark that concealed the moon made him figure the only proper way to warm up would be through a cup of tea. He set to work with a kettle and the few things he kept in his kitchen area.

As a descendant to Drosselmeyer, the power of story telling must have trickled its way down to Fakir, so naturally he spun his own story, willing the words to come to life. But Fakir's attempt was far less backed by tragedy and suffering. There were so many things he wanted to talk to her about, but mostly he found himself frozen in awkwardness when he thought of saying them. His words couldn't possibly be enough to impress her. What would she do now that she was human? Would the townspeople suddenly recognize her or accept that she was a newcomer? Or would she have to wear his clothes forever and stay sheltered in his little house? That's not how the story he'd written was intended to go.

 

[Lycoris]

The way that Fakir talked made it sound so casual like this was just a part of a story that's supposed to happen. How was he able to get a hold of a magic ring that can transform her back into a girl? Did Drosselmeyer give him the ring just like he had originally gave her the pendent? "Oh, you do? That would be great." She said as just wearing a jacket wasn't the most suitable thing to wear. As Fakir began to walk off, Ahiru looked around glancing out the window with rain pattering against the glass panes. She was so glad that she was inside rather than being forced to sit outside under a tree for the only protection. "Tea would be lovely, thank you." She responded.

As Fakir did his own thing, Ahiru went over sitting down in front of the fire as she was still a bit chilly of being out in the rain. She hugged her knees to her chest glad the warmth the fire and the jacket gave her. She began to wonder that if she was human, did that mean that there was more to the story than originally planned? Was she to become Princes Tutu and restore another person's heart? Nothing made sense as the girl felt so lost and confused about her purpose.