Prettyinpinkgal: My first Tutu story! Please review:D

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THE FEELINGS OF A DUCK AND HER KNIGHT

CHAPTER ONE: WHAT DOES SHE THINK?

"What do you think of me?"

Duck laid in her bed, pondering over what Mytho had told Princess Tutu. She sighed. There was no way she could answer him. Besides, if he found out she was a duck-gone-human, he would definitely reject her. Plus, he'd only told Tutu he loved her, not Duck. Not the girl who was terrible at ballet and constantly got threats from Mr. Cat that she had to marry him.

Duck slipped out of bed. "Time for school," she mumbled to herself. She dressed and got the birds' food ready. She opened the window and was attacked by the hungry animals. She put it on the windowsill and sighed again. I want to be cheerful, but I can't.


As Duck walked down the school's yard, Fakir himself was there. He glanced around, searching for any sign of Mytho.

"Whoa," he heard someone say. "Check out Duck." Fakir turned and noticed two girls. Those are the girls that redhead Duck hangs out with. He turned to where that purple-haired girl was pointing. Sure enough, there was Duck, looking depressed. Fakir's heart began hurting because of seeing her in that state. He caught himself.

"What was that feeling just now...?" he quietly asked himself. Fakir noticed that the girls were gone, most likely in class already. He saw Mytho head into the building. As he started getting up from his seat on the bench to go after him, he realized Duck was sitting on the grass, not even noticing the warning bell. Most of the schoolkids retreated inside the building until only Fakir and Duck remained.

Fakir walked up to her and sat beside the girl. She perked up, as though suddenly realizing his presence, but still kept the sad look on her face. "Oh, Fakir. It's you. Um, what are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same question. I mean, the bell already rang and everything." He thought the mention of this would get her moving, and she would freak out and yell, "Oh no! You mean the bell already rang? I'm so late late LATE!" like she usually did. But she remained seated, seemingly unconcerned.

"Oh, really? That's nice."

This new Duck was starting to creep Fakir out. I mean, she was usually so clutzy, an airhead, a horrible dancer, and not even that pretty. Well, he thought. She is SORT of cute. Realizing what he said, Fakir's face grew dark red, not understanding why he would think such a thing.

"Come on! Let's go to class," Fakir said, grabbing Duck's wrist and pulling her along. With Duck still not talking, she brought her to the door of her classroom and left to his own class.


"How do you think of me? How do you think of me? How do you think of me? How..." Suddenly, Fakir's face popped into Duck's mind. He said, "How do you think of me?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Duck yelled this right in the middle of Mr. Cat's lecture for her. It was right at the part where he said, "Now do you WANT to get married to me?"

The entire classroom gawked at the magical girl, even Mr. Cat. "I mean, no, I do not want to marry you, heh heh," Duck said hesitantly.

Mr. Cat, sweatdropping like crazy, said, "Well, then. Ah, that's enough of your lecture to day, Miss Duck. I'll get to the important announcement I was about to tell the rest of the class when you arrived. We shall be having a parent's day tomorrow. All your parents or guardians have been notified. It's a chance to show them what you know and have accomplished." He turned to Duck. "I'm afraid that I haven't been able to get in contact with your parents, Miss Duck. I don't have their address."

Duck's heart nearly stopped. "Um, my parents...I don't have any parents." She felt the whole class stare at her as she sank lower in her chair.

"What about guardians?" Mr. Cat asked quietly. Duck shook her head. "Well, I'm terribly sorry about that. I'd like to say that you need not to come to school tomorrow, but you shall need all the practice time you can get on your ballet."

"Yes."


THE NEXT DAY

Fakir felt his adoptive father walk behind him. "We don't get to talk much," his father said. "Do you have a lot of friends."

"No."

"Oh. Well, how about girlfriends?"

Immediately, Duck popped into Fakir's mind. He shook his head, blushing a bit. "Of course not. I don't have time to be wrapped up in stupid stuff like girlfriends."


Duck entered through the gate and entered the schoolyard. Boys and girls with their parents laughed and talked. Duck was double depressed; not just from Mytho, but from her being an orphan. Her mother had died in childbirth, and her father had passed away from illness when she was eight. She went to live in the dorms for the school, and that's where she still was.

"Oh, I think I've seen you before, miss!" someone called. Duck turned and almost quacked when she saw the smith, Fakir's foster father, standing there smiling at her. Fakir was by his side, looking away.

"You're the smith, right?" she asked.

"Yes that's right. I'm Fakir's father. Pleased to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too! I'm Duck," she said. She wasn't as visibly depressed today.

"Well, I'd better get going. Fakir, you can stay here for a while if you want. I'll see you in class. Nice seeing you, Miss Duck." With that, he walked off to the classroom.

Duck took a breath and walked over to Fakir, who was beginning to walk away. "Um, Fakir?"

Fakir glanced her way. "What?"

"I wanted to thank you. For yesterday," she replied, looking at the ground.

"Oh, sure. Don't mention it."


Fakir looked at the girl, who was staring at the ground, slightly red in the face. "Are you feeling better?" he asked in spite of himself.

Duck looked at him and put on a plastic smile. "Um, yeah, sure." Her stuttering made it clear that she really wasn't. He looked at her expectantly. After a couple seconds, the tune started, warning the other students to get to class. Everyone rushed into the school, while Fakir and Duck remained outside.

"Oh, I should get to class..." Duck started, but Fakir grabbed her hand. She looked at him, surprised, and Fakir dropped it quickly.

"It's just that...well..." He could feel Duck staring at him, surprised at his stuttering. I mean, it's not every day that Fakir doesn't have it together. "Come on, let's skip class."

"What? But Fakir, you're dad's here! You should be here too!" Duck cried out wildly, expressing her thoughts with waves of her hands.

Fakir smiled in spite of himself. "It's fine. Come on," he said, waving her to follow him. They left the schoolgrounds and began wandering through the city.

Prettyinpinkgal: This is going to be a very short story, probably only one or two more chapters long. Please review! Thanks! Sorry for the bad chapter title :(