Falling in love with Ahiru was the last thing Fakir expected, that last thing he planned, the last thing he wanted, and the last thing he could have ever dreamed of.

He wanted to say it was the last thing he needed, but that would be a lie. He was man enough to admit that...in his head.

That annoying, air-headed little girl kept showing up over and over. From the moment she appeared she caused Mytho's self-destructive (protective) side to appear, reminding him over and over of the emotions that he did not need. She would be the end of him, the end of peace, the end of sanity, the end of control. She was too alive, and somehow he knew, he felt, he sensed, that the buzzing (hyper-active, annoying, air-headed, idiotic) life in her would be infections. She was like a fly constantly coming along to pester him. The more often she came back, the higher the urge to strangle her small, frail, worthless neck became.

She was too persistent for her own good, and that fact didn't change with time. Her persistency was what saved them all, but it was too much for her own good.

Then Tutu stepped in, returning feeling to Mytho, giving him thoughts and ideas and emotions. They change was slow, but surely started rolling, rolling, rolling till it was out of control. Because now Mytho would need, Mytho would question, Mytho would want, Mytho was decide, and in his innocence and naivety and protectiveness he would bring harm upon himself and it was all her fault. How dare she! Sticking her nose in where it didn't belong, where she knew nothing. She didn't know the danger, or the heart-break, chaos that would surely come. For all her pretty airs and graces she would be the angel of death for the prince.

But perhaps she was right and Mytho would never be Mytho unless he was whole, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. He knew it would hurt.

Then with one choice - one choice - it was like he stepped wrong and he began sliding down a steep cliff and before he knew it he was falling.

She was simply there - always, always there. He should have known the moment she began the story but somehow, walking amongst the damp, dank caverns, her realized she just wasn't going to go away.

They may not see eye to eye, but...

How could she say she was protecting him? She couldn't even fight!

But if he was the body, then she was the soul. They looked at two different things, but you can't have one without the other - no matter what they may thing.

So they face Kraehe, an- What? You're just going to throw yourself awa- Are you an idiot?

Yes, he had always known Ahiru was an idiot - and then he looked. Before him stood Princess Tutu, with godess like beauty and grace. Somehow, somewhere, it clicked into place that despite the elaborate disguize he was still dealing with the air-headed girl that pestered his school life.

And then it all fell down.

He wasn't alone. Even when he wished that stupid, stupid girl would just go away, he wasn't alone. Every step of the way she was there.

Thinking back on it, he wasn't entirely sure when the feeling started its take over inside of him.

He began to get used to her, yes.

If you can't beat them, join them. Though he refused to act like an idiot.

The enmity he felt died away.

Sometimes he could smile at her - just a little. And that was where he lost it.

All he knew was that suddenly those words were coming out of him mouth-

Just do what I say.

-and a part of him wanted to bend over at the mind-numbing shock that went through him when he realized.

Because it was a reminder of his deepest darkness, a part of which was still in him, and of his desire to protect.

Then he was suddenly staring down at her broken, battered body-

And for the love of all the good that was left it hurt...

-wondering why on earth he couldn't save her-

because he failed! He failed her.

-and he realized that his desire had nothing to do with her use in saving Mytho.

He just wanted this little ray of light to survive.

And somewhere, somewhere along the line Tutu ceased to exist, just as the knight that had taken up the sword had, and when it came down to it -

He called her name.

-It didn't matter what form she was in he knew who he was looking at -

AHIRU!

- because the enemy had turned to ally had turned to constancy -

- Had turned to comrade had...had turned to love.

And when he held her he knew this was what he wanted, and when she was in his protection God help the being that tried to harm her.

So they came to the end, and the last seams holding their fragile world together began ripping apart.

He couldn't stop the tears as he was turned into the weapon of her demise.

But as he chased after her, hand leaving a trail of blood behind him, he knew -

I will always stay by your side.

She was crying, drowning, looking up at him more broken than ever before.

"Mytho wants to make Rue his princess-"

Her love was taken away, her friend lost, and she couldn't even make the final piece to her happy ending she had been creating cooperate with her.

So he took her hand.

He took the one chance he had-

Because she loved her prince.

-and he dance with her.

& he promised.

No matter what, he would never leave her alone. Because...

They matched like Body and Soul.

He...

Sword and Shield.

Loved her.

Boy and Girl, no...

And they danced. Him just Fakir. Her just Ahiru.

Man and Woman.

And she was perfect.

Let's finish this.

So they created their happy ending. She just a Duck, him just a Writer. Together, spirits in harmony, they ended it. It was all over. The prince got his princess.

He supposed he could forgive Rue.

The machine pulling the strings was destroyed, and he could guide things carefully to an end.

Yes, his entire world had fallen out of control. His expectations, plans, and wishes all fell through.

But the strangest thing happened.

Through all of that, in spite of his best intentions, he fell in love with Ahiru.

And really, he was perfectly okay with that.

AN: Re-watching the series, so I figured I should give a companion with Fakir's view.

I'll be honest, though, I don't know how I feel about this one, despite it feeling longer. Something just didn't...flow quite as well. Ah, well.

I do not own Princess Tutu.