Princess Tutu Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny's Waltz ❯ Prelude - A Promise ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: tenohikari 
Setting: early episode 12
Anime/Manga: Princess Tutu Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 763 | Status: Completed
Setting: early episode 12
Anime/Manga: Princess Tutu Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 763 | Status: Completed
Destiny's Waltz
Written By: Teno Hikari
email: teno_hikari@yahoo.com / tenohikari@cs.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu, its characters, or anything associated with it. I'm writing it purely for my own satisfaction, and the fact that Neko-sensei threatened me with marriage ^^;;
Summary: After the search for a 'heartless' Prince; Fakir and Ahiru grow closer together to protect Mute from the Ravens. With this unique relationship, will their story change? Or is it doomed to end in tragedy?
Note: Holds spoilers for the series... however, since the story is written by me (and not that creepy, Nutcracker looking guy: Herr Drosselmeyer), I'm making quite a few changes to help it.
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Once upon a time, there lived a girl who could turn into a beautiful princess. However, the princess fell in love for a prince who did not share the same destiny. As soon as she announces her love for the prince, she will vanish into a flash of light. Knowing this, she continued to collect the pieces of the Prince's heart, and will someday announce her love. Such a cruel fate... but who was the princess destined to be with, if not her prince?
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Prelude [ A Promise ]
** Setting: early episode 12
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'What was I thinking?' Fakir asked himself for the fourteenth time as he watched the sunrise above the clouds. It was morning already; they had been searching for Mute all night. 'They' meaning Fakir himself and Princess Tutu... or the girl who was supposed to be the princess...
It was still quite a shock for him to learn; that the wise, beautiful, and graceful Princess... was also the awkward, gangly, and clumsy girl who seemed to be stalking Mute everywhere. At least now he understood why she was always around, but how she came possession of her power was another mystery.
Frowning even more, he looked over at his side to see her sleeping peacefully, curled up on a park bench. After hours of searching into the night, he had told her to go home and rest. Being the stubborn fool, Fakir knew she was; Ahiru had refused. So they took a few moments to rest and the girl was now laying on her side, breathing quietly.
'Idiot.' His face darkened as she continued to use his lap as a pillow. Fakir resisted the urge to simply leave her and continue with the search alone. Yet he knew it would be a mistake; he needed Princess Tutu's power... never mind that Ahiru would give him hell.
Looking up, he fixed his eyes once more on the morning sky. Pink and bright yellow tones spilled over the pale blue. Gone with the night, the twinkling stars were no longer visible to the human eye.
"Mute..."
Casting his eyes down, he stared wearily at the waking girl. Ahiru, yawned loudly and stretched her arms out before her. Expecting to wake up in her room, inside the girl's dormitory; she decided she needed more sleep. Curling up even more, she wrapped one arm around the 'pillow', while the other one searched for a blanket that wasn't there.
"Oi."
Blue eyes snapped open, wide as saucer plates, and met Fakir's emeralds. She simply laid there, paralyzed with shock, after waking up next to a boy. Finally, she squawked and scrambled away from the annoyed Knight.
"Fakir!" she cried out, pointing a twitching finger at him. "What are you doing in my bedroom?!"
The question would have made him blush if it were true, instead, Fakir threw her a cold look. He stretched his legs a little, getting the blood circulation running through them again. Thankfully, Ahiru didn't cuddle with her pillow; that would have been more embarrassing for the both of them.
"Idiot," he replied. "Does this look like your bedroom?"
Ahiru dropped her arm back down, taking a look around the empty park, before smiling sheepishly at him. "Sorry..."
"Che."
Standing up from the bench, Fakir turned towards her and hooked a thumb over shoulder, towards the campus. "Go back and get some more sleep, you look like you need it."
"What about you Mute?"
"I can look for him myself."
The girl look dazed for a few seconds before jumping off the bench, shaking her head. She gave him a look of defiance, and for a moment, it startled Fakir. There was so much concern in those blue eyes, was she actually concerned about him?
'Of course not,' he thought to himself, tearing his gaze from hers. 'It's ridiculous! Worrying for me, when she should herself.'
"Go home."
"No."
"Go home," Fakir repeated, making his tone threatening.
"No!"
Refusing to be intimidated, Ahiru shook her head. Before he knew it, the unlikely princess had latched onto his arm. Glaring, about to pull away and she tightened her grip even more against her chest. Both of those slender arms wrapped around his bound one, trapping his elbow between her... her...
Fakir turned away, blushing scarlet. Ahiru, however, was grinning. She took his averted gaze as a sign of defeat and didn't question it.
"I'm going with you," she stated firmly, eyes burning with fierce determination. Her expression, surprised Fakir again; for she certainly never wear that look during joined ballet class. That look of determination might have spared her several of Neko-sensei's marriage proposals.
"Fine," he sighed tiredly. "I don't have time to argue with you. Now, let go of me."
Hesitating, Ahiru shook her head. "Not until you promise not to ditch me."
He blinked, stunned by the statement; for he had no intention of abandoning her. Well, he did earlier... but it was for her own good. After all, it was a Knight's duty to rescue the Prince; not a Princess'.
"I promise."
"Knight's honor?"
Okay, that's was pushing a little, for she had no reason to distrust him. It was he, who couldn't trust her. Always running around, carrying secrets, she knew more than she let on.
Her innocent and trusting eyes begged him for an answer. For a moment, he lost himself in those pale blue depths. The forming of tears had transformed her eyes into shimmering pools of water.
"Fakir?"
"Yes," he answered finally. "Knight's honor."
Blinking away her tears, she gave him a wide smile. "Thank you, Fakir! Where should we start today?"
"Well, I do have a few places in mind, but..." he was cut off by a loud growl. He turned to face the girl once more, and Ahiru was swear dropping nervously; one hand above her stomach. "Are you hungry?"
"Ah, no! I..." she was cut off from her lie with another growl.
He raised his eyebrows in amusement, lips almost twitching into a smile that startled Ahiru. "You're stomach says otherwise. I know of a cafe nearby that should be open at this hour. Come on, I think we both could use some breakfast."
"Fakir..."
"You're paying."
"WHAH! No fair!"
So they left the park, heading for the cafe. Fakir noticed that she still was clinging to his arm. Looking ahead, and guiding her from tripping over a crack in the sidewalk, he didn't really care anymore.
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Sorry about the bad grammar and spelling mistakes. I'm writing this during my computer lecture class, thankful that my professor can't see how bored I am over the monitor. This is my first fan fiction that isn't yaoi for a series I'm currently obsessed with: Princess Tutu. After episode 12 and 13, Fakir and Ahiru is starting to grow on me. They're hilarious, and both devoted to protect Mute (I really can't see Ahiru with Mute anymore).
My friend is constantly making fun of Fakir's name, and how it sounds like "Fuck Yeah" ^^;;; Ne, I hope if you're reading this, you'll give me feedback, please! Or else...
NEKO-SENSEI: ::Creepy wedding music plays:: You'll have to marry me!
...yeah
Written By: Teno Hikari
email: teno_hikari@yahoo.com / tenohikari@cs.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu, its characters, or anything associated with it. I'm writing it purely for my own satisfaction, and the fact that Neko-sensei threatened me with marriage ^^;;
Summary: After the search for a 'heartless' Prince; Fakir and Ahiru grow closer together to protect Mute from the Ravens. With this unique relationship, will their story change? Or is it doomed to end in tragedy?
Note: Holds spoilers for the series... however, since the story is written by me (and not that creepy, Nutcracker looking guy: Herr Drosselmeyer), I'm making quite a few changes to help it.
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Once upon a time, there lived a girl who could turn into a beautiful princess. However, the princess fell in love for a prince who did not share the same destiny. As soon as she announces her love for the prince, she will vanish into a flash of light. Knowing this, she continued to collect the pieces of the Prince's heart, and will someday announce her love. Such a cruel fate... but who was the princess destined to be with, if not her prince?
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Prelude [ A Promise ]
** Setting: early episode 12
-----------------------------
'What was I thinking?' Fakir asked himself for the fourteenth time as he watched the sunrise above the clouds. It was morning already; they had been searching for Mute all night. 'They' meaning Fakir himself and Princess Tutu... or the girl who was supposed to be the princess...
It was still quite a shock for him to learn; that the wise, beautiful, and graceful Princess... was also the awkward, gangly, and clumsy girl who seemed to be stalking Mute everywhere. At least now he understood why she was always around, but how she came possession of her power was another mystery.
Frowning even more, he looked over at his side to see her sleeping peacefully, curled up on a park bench. After hours of searching into the night, he had told her to go home and rest. Being the stubborn fool, Fakir knew she was; Ahiru had refused. So they took a few moments to rest and the girl was now laying on her side, breathing quietly.
'Idiot.' His face darkened as she continued to use his lap as a pillow. Fakir resisted the urge to simply leave her and continue with the search alone. Yet he knew it would be a mistake; he needed Princess Tutu's power... never mind that Ahiru would give him hell.
Looking up, he fixed his eyes once more on the morning sky. Pink and bright yellow tones spilled over the pale blue. Gone with the night, the twinkling stars were no longer visible to the human eye.
"Mute..."
Casting his eyes down, he stared wearily at the waking girl. Ahiru, yawned loudly and stretched her arms out before her. Expecting to wake up in her room, inside the girl's dormitory; she decided she needed more sleep. Curling up even more, she wrapped one arm around the 'pillow', while the other one searched for a blanket that wasn't there.
"Oi."
Blue eyes snapped open, wide as saucer plates, and met Fakir's emeralds. She simply laid there, paralyzed with shock, after waking up next to a boy. Finally, she squawked and scrambled away from the annoyed Knight.
"Fakir!" she cried out, pointing a twitching finger at him. "What are you doing in my bedroom?!"
The question would have made him blush if it were true, instead, Fakir threw her a cold look. He stretched his legs a little, getting the blood circulation running through them again. Thankfully, Ahiru didn't cuddle with her pillow; that would have been more embarrassing for the both of them.
"Idiot," he replied. "Does this look like your bedroom?"
Ahiru dropped her arm back down, taking a look around the empty park, before smiling sheepishly at him. "Sorry..."
"Che."
Standing up from the bench, Fakir turned towards her and hooked a thumb over shoulder, towards the campus. "Go back and get some more sleep, you look like you need it."
"What about you Mute?"
"I can look for him myself."
The girl look dazed for a few seconds before jumping off the bench, shaking her head. She gave him a look of defiance, and for a moment, it startled Fakir. There was so much concern in those blue eyes, was she actually concerned about him?
'Of course not,' he thought to himself, tearing his gaze from hers. 'It's ridiculous! Worrying for me, when she should herself.'
"Go home."
"No."
"Go home," Fakir repeated, making his tone threatening.
"No!"
Refusing to be intimidated, Ahiru shook her head. Before he knew it, the unlikely princess had latched onto his arm. Glaring, about to pull away and she tightened her grip even more against her chest. Both of those slender arms wrapped around his bound one, trapping his elbow between her... her...
Fakir turned away, blushing scarlet. Ahiru, however, was grinning. She took his averted gaze as a sign of defeat and didn't question it.
"I'm going with you," she stated firmly, eyes burning with fierce determination. Her expression, surprised Fakir again; for she certainly never wear that look during joined ballet class. That look of determination might have spared her several of Neko-sensei's marriage proposals.
"Fine," he sighed tiredly. "I don't have time to argue with you. Now, let go of me."
Hesitating, Ahiru shook her head. "Not until you promise not to ditch me."
He blinked, stunned by the statement; for he had no intention of abandoning her. Well, he did earlier... but it was for her own good. After all, it was a Knight's duty to rescue the Prince; not a Princess'.
"I promise."
"Knight's honor?"
Okay, that's was pushing a little, for she had no reason to distrust him. It was he, who couldn't trust her. Always running around, carrying secrets, she knew more than she let on.
Her innocent and trusting eyes begged him for an answer. For a moment, he lost himself in those pale blue depths. The forming of tears had transformed her eyes into shimmering pools of water.
"Fakir?"
"Yes," he answered finally. "Knight's honor."
Blinking away her tears, she gave him a wide smile. "Thank you, Fakir! Where should we start today?"
"Well, I do have a few places in mind, but..." he was cut off by a loud growl. He turned to face the girl once more, and Ahiru was swear dropping nervously; one hand above her stomach. "Are you hungry?"
"Ah, no! I..." she was cut off from her lie with another growl.
He raised his eyebrows in amusement, lips almost twitching into a smile that startled Ahiru. "You're stomach says otherwise. I know of a cafe nearby that should be open at this hour. Come on, I think we both could use some breakfast."
"Fakir..."
"You're paying."
"WHAH! No fair!"
So they left the park, heading for the cafe. Fakir noticed that she still was clinging to his arm. Looking ahead, and guiding her from tripping over a crack in the sidewalk, he didn't really care anymore.
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Sorry about the bad grammar and spelling mistakes. I'm writing this during my computer lecture class, thankful that my professor can't see how bored I am over the monitor. This is my first fan fiction that isn't yaoi for a series I'm currently obsessed with: Princess Tutu. After episode 12 and 13, Fakir and Ahiru is starting to grow on me. They're hilarious, and both devoted to protect Mute (I really can't see Ahiru with Mute anymore).
My friend is constantly making fun of Fakir's name, and how it sounds like "Fuck Yeah" ^^;;; Ne, I hope if you're reading this, you'll give me feedback, please! Or else...
NEKO-SENSEI: ::Creepy wedding music plays:: You'll have to marry me!
...yeah