Authors notes: Okay, hi! This is my first fanfic...like...ever...so I would really like it if you would please review! constructive criticism is very welcome! Please enjoy, and I'll try to have the rest of the story up as soon as possible.

Edit: Okay, everyone! I doubt anyone will read this, but I am returning to my first fiction here to do some tweaking, seeing as I posted it very energetically in the beginning without looking over it to edit it first, ehe~! So, if you haven't read it yet, I'm kind of hoping it will be better now…

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu or any of the characters. NONE, I SAY!


Once upon a time there was a young writer, whose abilities made the stories he wrote come true. But for some reason, he seemed unable to write the story he wanted to write the most…

Ahiru paddled slowly around the still waters of the pond, occasionally dipping her head below the surface. As her name implied, she was a duck. A rather unusual duck at that, with huge, anime-like blue eyes and a single, distinct feather that stood up on top of her head.

It had been a month since the ending of The Prince and the Raven, when Ahiru had become Princess Tutu to return the scattered pieces of Mytho's heart to him.

It's been awhile since I've been a girl…Ahiru thought sadly, reflecting as she continued swimming. After awhile though, she got a bit fidgety. She had just heard the clock tower striking the hour. Fakir was late. She debated with herself over whether or not to go meet him. Eventually, she decided to just go ahead and do.

Flapping her wings, she gave a sort of waddling-running start and was soon airborne. Kinkan Town looked a lot different from above. More peaceful, in a way. It made Ahiru realize just how much she loved the place. She couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

Ahiru was soon flying above the roof of the school. She began scanning the ground for Fakir, and saw a dark spot on the path below. Looking more closely, she noticed a second dark spot.

Huh. I wonder who that is? She began her descent, all the while watching the two people. Ahiru squinted, trying harder to see, when she suddenly realized she had stopped flapping her wings.

"QUACK!" She wailed as she fell towards the ground, and landed among some bushes.

"So what is it you wanted?" A familiar voice questioned. Rubbing her head with a wing, Ahiru looked up to see Fakir and a girl walk into view. They stopped near the bush Ahiru was hiding behind.

Fakir, sole subject of the fangirls now that Mytho had gone back to his kingdom, with his black hair in its usual ponytail and impenetrable green eyes. He watched the girl before him, waiting for an answer.

"Fakir-kun I…I like you."

When Fakir only blinked in response, the girl rushed to continue.

"Th-that is, would you please…go out with me?"

Ahiru's chest felt like it had been squeezed. Huh? What is this feeling…? Almost like I'm…She was so caught up with her thoughts that she almost didn't hear Fakir's response.

" Sorry."

"H-huh?"

"There's someone I made a promise to. I promised her I would never leave her side."

"O-oh…"

Fakir…

"Oh…I see…" The girl shook her head. "Sorry, thanks for listening. Bye!" She ran back the way they had come.

Deep in thought, Ahiru failed to notice the feline sneaking up behind her until it gave an excited purr. Ahiru leapt from the bush in alarm and flew into a nearby tree.

"Quack quack! Quack quack quack quack!" (Go away, you stupid cat!) She waved her wings at it frantically as it looked like it was considering climbing the tree.

"Ahiru ?"

Ahiru looked up as Fakir, looking surprised, approached.

" Quack!" (Fakir!)

The cat hissed as Fakir shooed it away from the tree with his foot. Denied a quick meal, the cat turned up his nose and flounced away.

Fakir looked up at Ahiru and smiled exasperatedly. "Baka," He said, taking her down and carrying her in the crook of his arm. "You didn't have to come meet me. You know I'll always stay by your side."

Ahiru reddened slightly at the reproach, embarrassed and ashamed that he had known what she was thinking.

"Qua-Quack! Quack quack!" (Fa-Fakir, I can walk!)

Fakir stopped, looking down at her mockingly.

"Don't be stupid. I can walk much faster than you possibly can with webbed feet."

"Quack!" (Meanie!) Ahiru huffed. She missed the look that Fakir gave her—a tender glance filled with sadness.

They stopped by Charon's, where Fakir was now staying, so he could get his writing materials, and then headed to Ahiru's lake. That was how Fakir referred to it now, since that was where they spent the most time.

He set her in the water so she could swim before sitting on the dock, picking up parchment and quill. Although he did not fill it with ink, Fakir placed the quill on the parchment, narrowing his eyes in concentration. He sat there for probably almost an hour, finally giving a grunt of frustration. Why? He thought, putting a hand on his forehead. Every time… Each time I try to write her story it won't come. Ahiru…Is this the way things are supposed to be? Does she not deserve a happy ending?

Ahiru floated around in the water, watching Fakir with a look of concern. Fakir…I wonder what he's writing…he looks like he's having trouble with something…

"I promised I would never leave her side."

Remembering what Fakir had said earlier, Ahiru suddenly had a horrible thought. What if… What if he only stays with me because he feels sorry for me? After all, no one else remembers me except Rue-chan and Mytho, and they left…and what if because of me, Fakir isn't happy? She failed to notice the bridge support looming up in front of her.

Fakir's concentration was broken by a thunk and a very loud quack. Setting down his things, he went and peered over the edge of the dock. Ahiru's eyes were closed and tears rose as she rubbed the top of her head with a wing. She quacked in surprise as a hand scooped her out of the water.

"Quack, quack. Quack quack quack." (Oh, Fakir. You surprised me.)

"Baka. You're still the same old clumsy Ahiru."

Ahiru opened her beak to retort, but saw the look on his face. He was smiling one of his rare smiles.

"It's getting dark," Fakir observed, "Come on, let's go." He picked up Ahiru and his things. As the days were growing colder, Ahiru was staying at Charon's house too. Reaching the house, they ate, and Ahiru headed to the small living room, where a basket was kept for her. Though she was a duck, the time she had spent as a girl would have made it awkward to sleep in Fakir's room. Nestling down into the blankets, the duck was asleep within moments.

Fakir got ready for bed as well. Just before going to sleep, however, he looked in on the little duck. He smiled at her sleeping form. "Goodnight, Ahiru." He whispered.


Aneko: -bows- Thank you very much for reading.