This is my first fanfiction. I do not own Princess Tutu.

It was pitch black and silent. Every direction Mytho turned he could only see darkness. He felt so lonely. There was nothing or no one he could go to for comfort. He felt empty. He wanted desperately to leave this place. He started to walk only to find out this place was endless. His body started to ache, his breathing heavy, and sweat dripped down his face. He fell down to the ground when he couldn't walk any further. The darkness seemed to come closer and closer. It chocked him making breathing difficult.

He woke with a started. He sucked at the air deeply filling his burning lungs. He looked around to see he was in his dorm in his bed. Moonlight came in from the window casting shadows across the room. He stared across the room to see Fakir asleep in his bed.

"Fakir," he said quietly.

Fakir slowly opened his eyes.

"Yes, Mytho?" Fakir asked drowsily.

"I…I had a nightmare." Mytho's voice quivered slightly.

Fakir sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes. He stood up yawning and walked over to Mytho's bed. He sat down on the edge.

"It's alright, Mytho. Dreams are just absurdity. You shouldn't pay any heed to them." Fakir said firmly.

"But this dream…it's how I feel, Fakir. I feel lonely. I was all alone in my dream. I don't want to feel that way." Mytho half-cried

Mytho had already received a few heart shards from Princess Tutu. Loneliness was the newest addition to his repairing heart. It had made Mytho go into a whirlwind of depression. It had even effected his dancing.

"Damn that Princess Tutu." Fakir cursed under his breath.

"Fakir?" Mytho asked.

Fakir turned to look at him in his eyes. Mytho's golden eyes pleaded so intensely to not be left alone.

"Yes, Mytho?" Fakir asked back.

"Can you please sleep with me tonight? I just feel so alone." Mytho begged.

"Of course." Fakir nodded.

Fakir pulled back the covers to get in as Mytho made space for him. They lay facing each other. Fakir was nearly asleep when Mytho spoke up.

"Fakir, can you kiss me goodnight like in the storybooks?" Mytho innocently asked.

Fakir's eyes opened quickly to look at Mytho. His face was soft and childlike asking for what he thought was a simple request. Fakir felt his face blush slightly. Could he really kiss Mytho like in the boy's favorite stories? Could he really deny him?

"Of course." Fakir answered softly.

Fakir placed his hand on Mytho's cheek. It felt so soft and warm under his skin. He gently pulled Mytho's face closer to his. His lips meet Mytho's as he closed his eyes. Mytho's lips were soft and new faintly tasting of vanilla.

Mytho didn't react at first letting the sensation sink in. Rue had kissed him before but he had never kissed her back unless she had ordered him to. He felt a desire to kiss Fakir back and he did. Mytho let his mouth move gently with Fakir's as he closed his eyes and placed his hand over Fakir's on his cheek. It felt different but good. It felt like his storybooks said it did. He liked it and he did not feel so abandoned.

They kissed for a second longer before Fakir removed his lips from Mytho's. He blushed softly as he looked into Mytho's eyes. They did not look as lonesome as they did a minute ago. There was even a small smile on his lips.

"Thank you, Fakir. I don't feel as lonely as I did before." Mytho said.

"It's alright. Now let's go to sleep. There's class tomorrow." Fakir said.

Mytho nodded lacing his fingers with Fakir's. Fakir also held onto Mytho's hand as they slept holding onto the feeling of both Mytho's skin and lips.

Mytho did not feel as sad as he did before. It felt good to know there was someone else with him. Good to know he could feel something else other then despair if only for a few moments. Regaining his heart would be painful but as long as he had Fakir it would hurt a lot less.