Not Out Of Love (A Princess Tutu Fan Fiction)

Not Out Of Love [A Princess Tutu Fan Fiction Sequel]

                                                                        Prologue

I circled the pond every day. I looked for fish, and when Fakir was here, swam near him. At first I was so, so happy, to have saved the Prince, and that he could have a happy life with Rue.But eventually I realized that I wanted to make him smile, not Rue.That is not to say I didn't love Fakir. I truly did. But Fakir and I were not even the same species. We could never have a baby. We could never even enjoy each other's touch. Then he died and I didn't. Apparently being Princess Tutu immortalized me. I no longer felt melancholic about Princess Tutu. Now I just feel angry.

                                                       Chapter One: Swimming with the Fishes

I dipped my wing into the water and peered at my reflection. I preened just the tiniest bit. My wings gleamed like moonlight and that one feather that always stood up on my head, looked natural. That was until I saw a face reflected in the water. It was a face meant to stay in memory, locks of ivory framed it and eyes a melancholic blue. I hated that face, more than anything in the world. I stirred the water up hoping I wasn't having the usual nightmare, when I heard his voice. " Duck! Duck where are you?" I moved my eyes down, it was just a crazy old man searching for ducks to feed. Had I started to go so crazy that I had hallucinated his face? If so why not the face of Fakir, my love, and not the face of the man that destined me to be a duck while he and his lover went off to a happy ending, who I had sacrificed EVERYTHING for. But then I heard it, the chant that Fakir had tried to learn in hopes of turning me back. " Back to me, my love, through distances far and wide, through shapes of big and tall. From destiny I take you to be at my side, my love, my beauty, my water fowl." I suddenly felt legs appear under me for the first time since the biggest mistake of my life.' Mytho smiled at me and I felt my heart crack, but I turned my face so he couldn't see my turmoil. " Duck!" He extended his arms towards me, his hope and happiness shining through the dark night. Suddenly my anger burst and I could no longer hide, what I was feeling. That crack I mentioned earlier, what it had released, was HATE.

The story "Princess Tutu" does not belong to me. I have made this adaptation due to being a fan for my own amusement, and because of this cannot be held accountable for the quaity of the piece. However, this particular after story does belong to me, and I would appreciate it not being copied. Thanks!