Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu in any way.

Summary: Drosselmeyer is back and wants a tragedy and wants to use Ahiru as the victim. Will Fakir have enough power to save Ahiru? To save the people of Kinkan Town? And what are these feelings he's getting when he sees Ahiru?

Prologue

Fakir was writing in his dorm with Ahiru on his desk eating some bread he had laid out for her. Fakir was working on a story that was on the top of his mind but was holding the quill in his hand and not writing.

"Quack quack quack?" Ahiru asked (What's wrong Fakir?)

Fakir smiled and patted her head gently. "I've got a story in my head and I can't get it out onto the page. I'm…just stuck." He rubbed his head in small frustration.

Ahiru walked over and rubbed her head against his hand and sat down. He looked over at her and felt a pain in his stomach. 'Do I really wish, to break the promise I made her?'

"Qua-" Ahiru started and when Fakir look over at her she just stopped. In fact, everything stopped! Suddenly a hatred and vile voice spoke out in the silence.

"Well well, what do we have here? My beautiful tragedy, living happily ever after? Oh, no, no, no, that just won't do! Hehehehehe." that voice said.

Fakir turned in his chair to see the last person he ever wanted to see. "Drosselmeyer!" Fakir growled. Fakir reached for his sword, ready to protect Ahiru from him.

"Just what do you expect to do with that? You can't kill me, remember? I'm already dead!" he laughed spreading his arms out wide.

Fakir scowled, "What are you doing here? Go back to the grave where you belong!"

To that Drosselmeyer wagged his white gloved finger at him, "Now why would I want to go to such a boring place when I can have so much fun here?"

In response, Fakir swiped his sword at Drosselmeyer and to his shock he vanished! He appeared again behind him near his desk.

"Oh, who do we have here? The monstrous character that ruined my best tragedy!" Drosselmeyer said with sincere anger looking right at Ahiru. "You will suffer for your sins you have bestowed on my story little Ahiru…"

Fakir turned around and stood between Drosselmeyer and Ahiru. "If you so much as touch a feather on her, so help me, I will kill you!" he growled angling the sword protectively.

"My, my, such language, all the more better for the new tragedy!" Drosselmeyer said smiling.

Fakirs eyes widened in shock. "You wouldn't!"

Drosselmeyer laughed. "Oh but I would, it's more fun this way! Don't worry Fakir, I shall also grant your wishes. I'll restore Ahiru to her girl form!" with that a new pendant appeared from behind Drosselmeyer and floated onto Ahiru's neck. It looked exactly like her last pendent but this one had a gold outline of two roses entwined at the top.

"Now, let's see the best tragedy. The tragedy in which, no one ends up happy!" he laughed stepping back into his clock again. 'Or…have anyone survive…' Drosselmeyer added in a whisper, yet was still loud enough for Fakir to hear.

Time began to move again and Fakir looked over at Ahiru. She started to change: her long pink hair started to flow out of her head, her feathers were gone and, her blue eyes started to shine beautifully.

"Fakir?" Ahiru asked then gasped. "I'm a girl!" she exclaimed. Fakir had turned her back to her and held a blanket in his hand blushing wildly. It took Ahiru a moment to realize she didn't have any clothes on and she quickly grabbed to blanket and wrapped herself in it tightly. "How did I-"Ahiru started to ask but was cut off when Fakir rushed over to her and held her tight to his chest. One hand on the back of her head and the other on her back.

"Ahiru," Fakir whispered. "I promise to protect you. No matter what the costs."

"Fakir…" Ahiru whispered and hugged him back. "How did I become a girl again?"

Fakir slowly pulled away from her. "You won't like what I have to say Ahiru: Drosselmeyer, he's back, and wants to make you suffer."

Ahiru's eyes opened wide and shown a great amount of fear, "H-he, what?" she asked shaking, Fakir held her tighter for comfort.

"He came here just now and told me a new story has begun. He said he wants his tragedy and wants to use you as the victim." Fakir told her gently stroking her hair.

To this Ahiru started to cry making Fakir's shirt wet with tears. Fakir used his hand and wiped away the tears in her face. "Don't cry I will not let that monster get you Ahiru. I will not allow him to cause you pain. There will be no story."

Ahiru hugged Fakir as tight as possible and they stayed hugging for a long time.

Off in the realm of the storyteller, Drosselmeyer was sitting in his rocking chair, drinking his tea, watching a screen on a gear that was turning. It showed Fakir and Ahiru hugging tightly and he laughed. "Hehehehehehe, enjoy the few precious moments you have Ahiru. My tragedy will finally begin, and this time, there is no escaping your fate, my beautiful puppet. Hehehehehehe.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

After the incident that night, Fakir had gotten Ahiru reenrolled into the ballet academy and got her some new clothes that were very similar to the old ones she wore. First day, Fakir never left Ahiru's side.

'Kch. What are you planning Drosselmeyer?' Fakir thought sneering; trying to make it look unsuspicious as he looked around for any signs of a setting Drosselmeyer might find "fun" to use.

Ahiru and Fakir went to the ballet room and got changed in the separate dressing rooms. They went out and stretched getting ready for class to begin. Finally after a while, Neko-Sensei walked in and begun the class.

"Alright class, we have a new student, say hello to Ahiru-san." He announced having Ahiru stand up and bow.

"G-good morning!" Ahiru stuttered out of nervousness and bowed to the class.

"If you would be so kind as to show us a little bit of your dancing? A Pas De Deux if you wouldn't mind?" Ahiru was wide eyed in shock. She hasn't danced a Pas De Deux in so long!

Right as Ahiru was about to say she can't, Fakir volunteered to dance with her.

"Ah Fakir-kun! Yes you may dance with Ahiru-san!" Neko-Sensei said.

Fakir got up and went into position with Ahiru. "I-I don't know Fakir, it's been a really long time since I last danced a Pas De Deux!" Ahiru whispered.

"Just follow my lead, you'll be fine." In a lower whisper only Ahiru could hear he said smiling "You'll be beautiful." The music started and they danced the same Pas De Deux as they did in the Lake of Despair. It was filled with great emotion that most of the class started to even cry and others gazed, awe struck. Fakir gazed into Ahiru's eyes believing that no one else was here and they were dancing freely on their own will. Fakir could tell just by looking into Ahiru's eyes, that's just she was thinking too.

Ahiru looked at Fakir as she was being lifted and spun around and felt a happiness flow inside her. She forgot all of her fears of Drosselmeyer, about her fate, about everything. As far as she is concerned, she and Fakir were the only ones there, dancing to their hearts content.

As Fakir lowered Ahiru into the splitz, he saw an emotion he hasn't seen given to him by her: love. He was just about to lean in and kiss her when the class started to stand and cheer wildly. They both smiled and got back up, even that, with grace and strength.

Neko-Sensei was applauding as well. "Beautiful you two. Let this be a lesson to you all on how they danced: it's not about steps you need to have emotion in them." He instructed.

Fakir and Ahiru sat back down and went the rest of the day they couldn't stop smiling whenever they saw each other. By the time the day was over, they couldn't find anything or anyone that looked suspicious. Fakir dropped Ahiru off at her dorm when it was getting dark outside.

"I'll be around first thing tomorrow, OK?" Fakir said reassuring her. All of a sudden Ahiru jumped up and wrapped he arms around Fakir giving him a hug. "Ahiru." Fakir whispered and hugged her back. After a little bit he set her down and she walked to her bedroom. Fair stayed there for a while just starring at the door she walked through. "I will protect you." He said his promise to himself.

Ahiru walked happily over to her bedroom and opened the door only to find a man there already. He wore a hooded black cloak and he held a sword in his hand. Ahiru was about to run away when the man grabbed her by the arm.

"Let me go!" Ahiru screamed and the man shoved her in the room.

"Your choice." The hooded man said.

"M-my…choice?" Ahiru stuttered in fear.

"Jump or be sliced." He said holding up his sword.

Ahiru was in shock at this and backed away from the man. However the man was coming closer to her. He finally baked her to the window. "Your choice." He said again.

"Fakir!" Ahiru screamed but was then silenced by a sting of a hard slap to her face.

He lifted up the sword and Ahiru dodged it by jumping out the window. 'No, what am I doing! I don't want to die! Not here, not now!' Ahiru thought crying.

Fakir was just about to leave when he heard Ahiru's voice scream.

"Fakir!" she screamed but was cut off somehow.

"Ahiru!" Fakir yelled but before he could run inside, Fakir saw Ahiru jump from out of her window. She came down fast and Fakir dived and caught her right as she was about to hit the ground. She was hysterically crying and breathing heavily. Fakir looked up and saw what looked to be a hooded man looking out her window but backed away quickly.

Fakir lifted Ahiru into his arms and ran away as fast as he possibly could run. He had no idea where he was going but he just had to get her away from the hooded man. He took her to an alleyway and crouched down holding her tightly. After 15 minutes, Ahiru came out of her shock and started trembling and whimpering. "F-F-Fa-k-kir?" Ahiru stammered still crying and shaking.

Fakir held her more tightly. "I'm here Ahiru, I'll protect you." Fakir looked at Ahiru's face, fear running through her eyes along with tears running down. Her shaking was lowered but didn't cease.

"Fakir he…he tried to…kill me Fakir!" Ahiru said, her voice breaking because of her tears.

"Why?" Fakir asked gently. "What happened?"

"I walked into my room, a man was there, he asked me did I want to jump or be sliced. I called your name, he slapped me. I had to jump; he was going to stab me with a sword Fakir!" Ahiru explained crying heavily again.

Fakir started stroking her hair. 'We can't stay here all night, and we can't go back to her room. Charon is out of town, which only leaves my dorm.' Fakir thought and nodded to himself. Fakir used his hand and gently lifted her head and locked her crying eyes with my pitiful yet determined eyes. "Come, we're heading somewhere safe." Fakir stood up holding out his hand and Ahiru slowly grabbed it and we ran to the boy's dorm.