Princess Tutu Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny's Waltz ❯ Act 1 - Premonition ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: tenohikari 
Chapter setting: Jumping ahead to episode 14
Anime/Manga: Princess Tutu Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 678 | Status: Completed
Chapter setting: Jumping ahead to episode 14
Anime/Manga: Princess Tutu Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.11.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 678 | 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 episode 12 and up... 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.
-----------------------------
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?
-----------------------------
Act 1 [ Premonition ]
** Chapter setting: Jumping ahead to episode 14
-----------------------------
Ahiru awoke in the same manner she normally did after a nightmare; hanging off her bed while flapping her arms wildly. A loud 'Quack!' escaped her lips, and once again, the girl was back to her true form. With clumsy scrabbling of webbed feet and feathers, the duck crash-landed on the bedroom floor.
'Just a dream,' Ahiru told herself, Poking her bill from out of the nightgown that was tenting around her.
The bright yellow duck disentangled herself from the garment, and stretched out her wings. Turning to look back up at her bed, Ahiru wondered if she should try going back to sleep again. She shook her head against it as images of her nightmare flashed through her mind.
Images of Fakir: Fakir getting hurt. Fakir dying, Fakir...
She cut the train of thoughts with an indignant quack. 'Why am I thinking about him?! I don't have time to think about him when I have to get ready for class!'
Web feet slapped on the floor lightly, as she jumped up to grasp a pitcher of water from the nightstand with her wings. The young duck's blue eyes narrowed in frustration as she continued to pull; dragging the pitcher towards the edge. With a loud splash and thump, Ahiru was laying sprawled on the floor once more. Well, in her human form this time.
Thank goodness for separate rooms. There was no way Ahiru could run around as a duck and Princess Tutu if she had a roommate. Keeping the truth from Pique and Lilie was difficult. She feared their reactions if they found out that she was only a duck pretending to be a human.
Wrapping herself up in a nearby blanket, Ahiru pictured Mute's reaction. Would he hate her for keeping this secret from him? Reject her? Probably...Mute cared about Princess Tutu; not some the clumsy school girl, or a duck.
Sighing, she picked herself off the floor and walked towards the window where a small flock of birds were waiting. Even as a duck, the birds had always been her friends. Even a few crows... except for the ones that served Princess Claire.
'Rue..' she thought miserably while pouring some seeds and bread crumbs into a large bowl. 'Why do we have to fight? Why do you want to keep hurting Mute'
She remembered the his blank amber eyes, polished and glassy like a doll's. With Fakir presumed dead, Princess Tutu had to rescue the helpless Prince by herself. In the end, she was able save and return a piece of his heart to him; an importance piece: love.
'The Prince is almost back being his old self. Mute is slowly changing and like Fakir said, the story will repeat itself... I just hope it can have a different ending.'
The chirps outside her window grew impatient, snapping Ahiru out of her reverie. Quickly, she moved to open the window to let them inside. They quickly swarmed her momentarily before attacking their breakfast.
"Always thinking about food," Ahiru grinned as she watched the birds that were perched on the bowl. 'But I guess I wasn't any different when I was just a bird.'
Sitting back down on the floor, the peaceful and normal days as a duck came back to her. Those were boring days, now that Ahiru thought about them. Unlike the other ducks at the lake, she stayed close to where the water was shallow. That's where most humans would be, having their picnics on the land. Sometimes they were kind enough to share their bread with her...
'...Just like Fakir... Ghaaa! He's not kind at all!'
"Ahiru?" two voices chorused outside her door.
'Qua...'
"Yes!"
"Are you ready?" asked Pique.
'Ready? Oh, shoot! I'm not even dressed yet!'
"Run around and panic, Ahiru! You have to hurry!" sang Lilie. From outside the girl's bedroom door, the blonde's emerald eyes were sparkling as she heard Ahiru cry out, followed by a loud crash. "How cute!"
Pique narrowed her eyes in annoyance, "Take your time then. We're going on ahead, see you in class, okay?"
Sprawled on her bedroom floor once more, Ahiru groaned.
"...Okay..."
She heard Lilie giggle again along with her friends' departing footsteps. Getting up, she rushed to get dressed, careful not to fall down anymore. So clumsy; was that what Fakir meant when she kept running into walls and falling down?
/
'You really are Princess Tutu, right?'
'Is there something wrong...?'
'No, it's just that Princess Tutu is somehow more... like...'
'Huh?'
'Never mind.'
\
She finished putting on her shoes and rushed out the door. For once Ahiru took the time to watch where she was going. Maybe if she could act as graceful as Tutu, the perhaps Mute would notice her; someday even love her. Her face brightened a little; but at the back of her head, the questioned remained:
'If I can confess my love to Mute as plain Ahiru, will I still disappear?'
"For the last time, I'm fine," Fakir insisted as he walked alongside Mute. He turned his gaze to the Prince and saw something he wasn't used to seeing on the other's face: worry. It had been almost a whole week since his battle with the crows to save Mute. His frown slowly dissolved into a small smile. "Really."
Mute just nodded quietly as they continued to walk to ballet class, still eyeing the bandage around Fakia's arm. The dark haired boy only looked at his wound with a small irritated glare. He had to explain to Neko-sensei that he had injured himself while practicing. It was an utterly absurd lie; but the teacher accepted it, saying that even the most talented dancers made mistakes sometimes.
Suddenly, Fakir's emerald eyes caught sight of salmon pink hair and flinched. He was about to turn Mute away and walked towards class but he couldn't help but stare. Ahiru had stopped in front of the girl's dormitory, looking up at the window to Rue's vacant bedroom. There was a soft and hopeful look on her face from where he could see her. A very similar expression Princess Tutu wear...
'Damn,' he cursed inwardly. Ahiru had to be almost the exact opposite of Tutu. If Mute were to look at her now, he would know her secret instantly. Then what would happen?
"Mute, let's go," he urged. "We'll be late for class."
The Prince blinked and looked over to the tower clock before looking back at his raven-haired companion. "We have plenty of time, Fakir. Oh look... it's Ahiru. Let's go see how she's doing."
'Bloody hell.'
"Good morning, Ahiru."
The ballet student stiffened when she felt hands rest on her shoulders. Slowly, she turned her head and her sky blue eyes met with gentle amber. Mute's beautifully handsome face smiled at her, and Ahiru didn't have time to quack or think.
'He... he's smiling at me!' her mouth hung open in shock. 'Mute's smiling at 'me', the same way he's smiling at Tutu! Does he know? Did Fakir tell him?!'
"Good... Good morning, Mute," she said after finding her voice. As always, the Prince's Knight was always by his side. Always guarding him even when there was no danger. "Fakir..."
The dark haired boy gave her his usual cold look of annoyance that made many girls cower away. Ahiru didn't cower this time. Several days ago, they worked together to find Mute. No, even before he learned her secret, Ahiru discovered his first. She knew Fakir's true self and these cold glares were nothing but apart of his armor.
'Why is he still looking at me that way? I thought we were... well, sort of like friends now... Is it because it Mute is here?'
She smiled at Fakir, trying to reclaim that moment of camaraderie they had formed while working together. "H-How's your wound?"
He raised an eyebrow and stared at her with slight confusion before shrugging. "It was feeling better this morning," he answered. "Then it started acting up when I saw your face."
The friendly smile quickly morphed into a scowl. Ahiru kept her feet firmly planted to the ground, holding her in place from reaching out to strangle him. Was there really a point playing nice with Fakir? That jerk wouldn't know nice if it bit him on the...
"Fakir," Mute began in a soft but scolding tone. "She only wanted to know how you were since you've been absent for a week.. You should speak more kindly to her."
She threw the amber-eyed boy a grateful look before returning to glare at his companion. Why did he have to act like a jerk? Honestly, he a lot more pleasant to be around when she was a duck... then again he didn't know it was her... but still!
The Prince turned back to smile at her - and almost immediately, the anger dissolved from Ahiru's face. "Don't worry about it Ahiru, I hope you'll still remain friends with us. I feel as if I could tell you anything."
'Friends...' Ahiru mentally winced. It wasn't fair. Mute was right but she couldn't tell him anything. Mute, Pique, Lilie. So close and yet so distant.
"Ahiru?"
There was only one person in this world who knew her secret, other than Drosslymeyer. The same individual whom she told her deepest thoughts to. Ironic it had to be the cold-distant Knight who stared at her blankly and bored as she babbled some kind of response.
"I... I ...really...I really..."
Fakir twitched in irritation.
"...Really... I... ah... I...."
"PRINCESS TUTU!"
"Quack!"
It came out before she could stop it, bringing a hand to cover her mouth - her eyes widened in horror. A half second later the Knight had shielded her from Mute's vision. Saying something to the other boy and turning his head in the other direction while gesturing for Ahiru to run.
"...Floating in the clouds," Fakir continued. "Or is it a cow? What do you think, Mute?"
Her anger prickling under her feathers, she wished she had the time to bite or peck Fakir on the shin first. Gathering up all her clothes, the yellow duck ran behind the water fountain behind them. Over her pounding heart, Ahiru heard Mute's "Princess Tutu doesn't look anything like a cow" reply - and settled down a little.
"What's gotten into you, Fakir? You're acting strange all of a sudden."
"Am I?"
"Where did Ahiru go?"
"She probably didn't like the way I spoke to her and took off."
Why in the world would Fakir do something like that? In front of Mute of all people! She was just trying to...
"I see. Fakir you should speak more kindly to girls."
Ahiru paused as she couldn't help but continue to eavesdrop. It was true that the Knight was no lady's man... and almost every girl at the academy - including Pique and Lilie - thought he was one of those dark and reserved 'bad-boy' types. But spending that day with him - and those moments as a duck - she knew better.
She wondered if Fakir had show his tears or his smiles to another person other than Mute. There was Charon... but it was Fakir who had ran away to cry in solitude. That night came back to her clearly, and almost blushed - remembering how he had held her against his chest.
'No wonder Fakir was so upset when he found out I happened to be that duck.'
She then heard the raven-haired boy speak again after a long pause. "Do you really want to know who Princess Tutu is?"
Her heart leapt up in her throat. He wasn't going to tell, was he? Not when she was right here! Peering around the fountain, she found the two boys sitting together on a nearby concrete bench.
"Of course I do," Mute answered. "But I want her to tell me herself."
Once again, her heart resounded it's pounding behind the magical pendant that linked all three of her forms. A duck who turns into a girl... who turns into Princess Tutu - who was doomed to disappear once she confesses her love. Handing over to him her very heart...
"In the mean time, all I can do is place my trust in her," the Prince added. "Now that the story has been set in motion, We must hurry and collect the pieces of my heart."
Ahiru nodded to herself, surprised just as Fakir was at Mute's found determination. He was coming back to life again. No longer would he be just a puppet who danced, bound by threads, to the puppeteer's whim. With his heart, Mute would finally be free.
It wasn't long before the clock tower struck the hour. The yellow duck watched the boys depart, shook her wing threateningly at Fakir who muttered how annoying she was, and took off. Turning back to normal at the school drinking fountain, the tardy ballet student dressed quickly.
Small fingers absently brushed against the smooth surface of the ruby pendant and Ahiru felt a shiver run down her spine. She would continue to use this to turn into Princess Tutu in order to collect Mute's heart. Piece by piece, he would return as the Prince of legends... and Ahiru would simply be Ahiru the duck. How utterly unfair.
** But whoever said life was fair, Ahiru-chan? **
-----------------------------
I really didn't think I'd continue this... but I did! Review! Review!
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 episode 12 and up... 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.
-----------------------------
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?
-----------------------------
Act 1 [ Premonition ]
** Chapter setting: Jumping ahead to episode 14
-----------------------------
Ahiru awoke in the same manner she normally did after a nightmare; hanging off her bed while flapping her arms wildly. A loud 'Quack!' escaped her lips, and once again, the girl was back to her true form. With clumsy scrabbling of webbed feet and feathers, the duck crash-landed on the bedroom floor.
'Just a dream,' Ahiru told herself, Poking her bill from out of the nightgown that was tenting around her.
The bright yellow duck disentangled herself from the garment, and stretched out her wings. Turning to look back up at her bed, Ahiru wondered if she should try going back to sleep again. She shook her head against it as images of her nightmare flashed through her mind.
Images of Fakir: Fakir getting hurt. Fakir dying, Fakir...
She cut the train of thoughts with an indignant quack. 'Why am I thinking about him?! I don't have time to think about him when I have to get ready for class!'
Web feet slapped on the floor lightly, as she jumped up to grasp a pitcher of water from the nightstand with her wings. The young duck's blue eyes narrowed in frustration as she continued to pull; dragging the pitcher towards the edge. With a loud splash and thump, Ahiru was laying sprawled on the floor once more. Well, in her human form this time.
Thank goodness for separate rooms. There was no way Ahiru could run around as a duck and Princess Tutu if she had a roommate. Keeping the truth from Pique and Lilie was difficult. She feared their reactions if they found out that she was only a duck pretending to be a human.
Wrapping herself up in a nearby blanket, Ahiru pictured Mute's reaction. Would he hate her for keeping this secret from him? Reject her? Probably...Mute cared about Princess Tutu; not some the clumsy school girl, or a duck.
Sighing, she picked herself off the floor and walked towards the window where a small flock of birds were waiting. Even as a duck, the birds had always been her friends. Even a few crows... except for the ones that served Princess Claire.
'Rue..' she thought miserably while pouring some seeds and bread crumbs into a large bowl. 'Why do we have to fight? Why do you want to keep hurting Mute'
She remembered the his blank amber eyes, polished and glassy like a doll's. With Fakir presumed dead, Princess Tutu had to rescue the helpless Prince by herself. In the end, she was able save and return a piece of his heart to him; an importance piece: love.
'The Prince is almost back being his old self. Mute is slowly changing and like Fakir said, the story will repeat itself... I just hope it can have a different ending.'
The chirps outside her window grew impatient, snapping Ahiru out of her reverie. Quickly, she moved to open the window to let them inside. They quickly swarmed her momentarily before attacking their breakfast.
"Always thinking about food," Ahiru grinned as she watched the birds that were perched on the bowl. 'But I guess I wasn't any different when I was just a bird.'
Sitting back down on the floor, the peaceful and normal days as a duck came back to her. Those were boring days, now that Ahiru thought about them. Unlike the other ducks at the lake, she stayed close to where the water was shallow. That's where most humans would be, having their picnics on the land. Sometimes they were kind enough to share their bread with her...
'...Just like Fakir... Ghaaa! He's not kind at all!'
"Ahiru?" two voices chorused outside her door.
'Qua...'
"Yes!"
"Are you ready?" asked Pique.
'Ready? Oh, shoot! I'm not even dressed yet!'
"Run around and panic, Ahiru! You have to hurry!" sang Lilie. From outside the girl's bedroom door, the blonde's emerald eyes were sparkling as she heard Ahiru cry out, followed by a loud crash. "How cute!"
Pique narrowed her eyes in annoyance, "Take your time then. We're going on ahead, see you in class, okay?"
Sprawled on her bedroom floor once more, Ahiru groaned.
"...Okay..."
She heard Lilie giggle again along with her friends' departing footsteps. Getting up, she rushed to get dressed, careful not to fall down anymore. So clumsy; was that what Fakir meant when she kept running into walls and falling down?
/
'You really are Princess Tutu, right?'
'Is there something wrong...?'
'No, it's just that Princess Tutu is somehow more... like...'
'Huh?'
'Never mind.'
\
She finished putting on her shoes and rushed out the door. For once Ahiru took the time to watch where she was going. Maybe if she could act as graceful as Tutu, the perhaps Mute would notice her; someday even love her. Her face brightened a little; but at the back of her head, the questioned remained:
'If I can confess my love to Mute as plain Ahiru, will I still disappear?'
"For the last time, I'm fine," Fakir insisted as he walked alongside Mute. He turned his gaze to the Prince and saw something he wasn't used to seeing on the other's face: worry. It had been almost a whole week since his battle with the crows to save Mute. His frown slowly dissolved into a small smile. "Really."
Mute just nodded quietly as they continued to walk to ballet class, still eyeing the bandage around Fakia's arm. The dark haired boy only looked at his wound with a small irritated glare. He had to explain to Neko-sensei that he had injured himself while practicing. It was an utterly absurd lie; but the teacher accepted it, saying that even the most talented dancers made mistakes sometimes.
Suddenly, Fakir's emerald eyes caught sight of salmon pink hair and flinched. He was about to turn Mute away and walked towards class but he couldn't help but stare. Ahiru had stopped in front of the girl's dormitory, looking up at the window to Rue's vacant bedroom. There was a soft and hopeful look on her face from where he could see her. A very similar expression Princess Tutu wear...
'Damn,' he cursed inwardly. Ahiru had to be almost the exact opposite of Tutu. If Mute were to look at her now, he would know her secret instantly. Then what would happen?
"Mute, let's go," he urged. "We'll be late for class."
The Prince blinked and looked over to the tower clock before looking back at his raven-haired companion. "We have plenty of time, Fakir. Oh look... it's Ahiru. Let's go see how she's doing."
'Bloody hell.'
"Good morning, Ahiru."
The ballet student stiffened when she felt hands rest on her shoulders. Slowly, she turned her head and her sky blue eyes met with gentle amber. Mute's beautifully handsome face smiled at her, and Ahiru didn't have time to quack or think.
'He... he's smiling at me!' her mouth hung open in shock. 'Mute's smiling at 'me', the same way he's smiling at Tutu! Does he know? Did Fakir tell him?!'
"Good... Good morning, Mute," she said after finding her voice. As always, the Prince's Knight was always by his side. Always guarding him even when there was no danger. "Fakir..."
The dark haired boy gave her his usual cold look of annoyance that made many girls cower away. Ahiru didn't cower this time. Several days ago, they worked together to find Mute. No, even before he learned her secret, Ahiru discovered his first. She knew Fakir's true self and these cold glares were nothing but apart of his armor.
'Why is he still looking at me that way? I thought we were... well, sort of like friends now... Is it because it Mute is here?'
She smiled at Fakir, trying to reclaim that moment of camaraderie they had formed while working together. "H-How's your wound?"
He raised an eyebrow and stared at her with slight confusion before shrugging. "It was feeling better this morning," he answered. "Then it started acting up when I saw your face."
The friendly smile quickly morphed into a scowl. Ahiru kept her feet firmly planted to the ground, holding her in place from reaching out to strangle him. Was there really a point playing nice with Fakir? That jerk wouldn't know nice if it bit him on the...
"Fakir," Mute began in a soft but scolding tone. "She only wanted to know how you were since you've been absent for a week.. You should speak more kindly to her."
She threw the amber-eyed boy a grateful look before returning to glare at his companion. Why did he have to act like a jerk? Honestly, he a lot more pleasant to be around when she was a duck... then again he didn't know it was her... but still!
The Prince turned back to smile at her - and almost immediately, the anger dissolved from Ahiru's face. "Don't worry about it Ahiru, I hope you'll still remain friends with us. I feel as if I could tell you anything."
'Friends...' Ahiru mentally winced. It wasn't fair. Mute was right but she couldn't tell him anything. Mute, Pique, Lilie. So close and yet so distant.
"Ahiru?"
There was only one person in this world who knew her secret, other than Drosslymeyer. The same individual whom she told her deepest thoughts to. Ironic it had to be the cold-distant Knight who stared at her blankly and bored as she babbled some kind of response.
"I... I ...really...I really..."
Fakir twitched in irritation.
"...Really... I... ah... I...."
"PRINCESS TUTU!"
"Quack!"
It came out before she could stop it, bringing a hand to cover her mouth - her eyes widened in horror. A half second later the Knight had shielded her from Mute's vision. Saying something to the other boy and turning his head in the other direction while gesturing for Ahiru to run.
"...Floating in the clouds," Fakir continued. "Or is it a cow? What do you think, Mute?"
Her anger prickling under her feathers, she wished she had the time to bite or peck Fakir on the shin first. Gathering up all her clothes, the yellow duck ran behind the water fountain behind them. Over her pounding heart, Ahiru heard Mute's "Princess Tutu doesn't look anything like a cow" reply - and settled down a little.
"What's gotten into you, Fakir? You're acting strange all of a sudden."
"Am I?"
"Where did Ahiru go?"
"She probably didn't like the way I spoke to her and took off."
Why in the world would Fakir do something like that? In front of Mute of all people! She was just trying to...
"I see. Fakir you should speak more kindly to girls."
Ahiru paused as she couldn't help but continue to eavesdrop. It was true that the Knight was no lady's man... and almost every girl at the academy - including Pique and Lilie - thought he was one of those dark and reserved 'bad-boy' types. But spending that day with him - and those moments as a duck - she knew better.
She wondered if Fakir had show his tears or his smiles to another person other than Mute. There was Charon... but it was Fakir who had ran away to cry in solitude. That night came back to her clearly, and almost blushed - remembering how he had held her against his chest.
'No wonder Fakir was so upset when he found out I happened to be that duck.'
She then heard the raven-haired boy speak again after a long pause. "Do you really want to know who Princess Tutu is?"
Her heart leapt up in her throat. He wasn't going to tell, was he? Not when she was right here! Peering around the fountain, she found the two boys sitting together on a nearby concrete bench.
"Of course I do," Mute answered. "But I want her to tell me herself."
Once again, her heart resounded it's pounding behind the magical pendant that linked all three of her forms. A duck who turns into a girl... who turns into Princess Tutu - who was doomed to disappear once she confesses her love. Handing over to him her very heart...
"In the mean time, all I can do is place my trust in her," the Prince added. "Now that the story has been set in motion, We must hurry and collect the pieces of my heart."
Ahiru nodded to herself, surprised just as Fakir was at Mute's found determination. He was coming back to life again. No longer would he be just a puppet who danced, bound by threads, to the puppeteer's whim. With his heart, Mute would finally be free.
It wasn't long before the clock tower struck the hour. The yellow duck watched the boys depart, shook her wing threateningly at Fakir who muttered how annoying she was, and took off. Turning back to normal at the school drinking fountain, the tardy ballet student dressed quickly.
Small fingers absently brushed against the smooth surface of the ruby pendant and Ahiru felt a shiver run down her spine. She would continue to use this to turn into Princess Tutu in order to collect Mute's heart. Piece by piece, he would return as the Prince of legends... and Ahiru would simply be Ahiru the duck. How utterly unfair.
** But whoever said life was fair, Ahiru-chan? **
-----------------------------
I really didn't think I'd continue this... but I did! Review! Review!