Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of a Duck

Summary: The response to blowingafuze’s 50 themes challenege, #2! Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Princess Tutu, but I do know I have Mytho’s heart in a box somewhere…

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Alone

So this is how it feels to be alone in a crowded room... she thinks with no Fakir in sight.

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The people weren’t smiling, but standing around, speaking in low voices. The children were kept quiet in another room as everyone stood silently everywhere. Black was the dress for the afternoon, and there was silence when Ahiru walked into the room, escorted by no one.

Some people came to her and gave their regrets, and walked on to speak to someone else. Ahiru accepted their kindness with as little words as she could manage. She knew she would start crying if she did. She hadn’t been able to stop crying since he left her.

The casket was large and covered in lilies, a flower she liked. Ahiru wandered over to it and looked at a picture on the stand. He was smiling, which he rarely ever did. His eyes were soft and his face was perfect.

Ahiru turned to look back at the room of mourners and slowly everyone began to blend together, creating a whirling black abyss of tears and strain.

She had never felt this way before. So this is how it feels to be alone in a crowded room… she thinks with no Fakir in sight.

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-A shorter one, about what I would think Ahiru might think if Fakir had been actually killed in the part of the story he was supposed to. Hope you liked it.

Invader Hog