AN: just because I re-watched Princess Tutu
Once upon a time, there lived a lonely young woman who couldn't speak. Everyday, she longed to speak to her emotions to another young man. When she couldn't bear the burden of a heavy heart, she practiced dancing. For nine years she learned how to dance on graceful feet and how to finally express her feelings. When she finally went to the young man that she loved, she had found out that he had married and had children. In grief, she danced away in seclusion until her feet bled. A voice called to her, 'are you lonely?' In reply, she danced a sorrowful dance. To her surprise, the form of a man appeared before her shaped together with leaves and the wind. He began dancing alongside of her as he watched her cry in bitter silence but continued to try and convey her feelings. Soon enough, when she could no longer dance, she fell to the ground. The man wrapped her feet in leaf bindings and turned his head up to her. 'You have shown me the feeling of love and loneliness. As a forest god, I shall grant you a wish.' Instantly, she thought of tearing the young man away from his lover, then she thought of having her voice returned to her, instead, she smiled. The forest god gave her a voice so that she could speak with him. 'I wish for the man I loved the best luck in life.' The forest god granted her wish and seemed to disappear. The leaf bindings fell from her feet, revealing them to be completely healed. Once again, she began dancing. The next day, when people went searching for her, they found her image had been shown to be inside a tree. Whenever light passed in between the leaves, they could swear that they had seen the figure of a dancing ballerina alongside twirling leaves. They say that she had been spirited away by the forest god, however there is another rumor that she had died and came back as a ghost.
"The basics, girls, remember the basics!"
Neko-sensei directed everyone. Ahiru stretched as much as she could, her mind wandering. Class was nearly over, but she didn't think too much of it. If anything, she wanted to stay longer with her friends and what she knew was real.
Everyone tensed up to hear Ahiru's name being called. Neko-sensei beckoned her over. She ran towards him in a ballet fashion that Tutu would do. Neko-sensei smiled as she gave him a questioning look while holding a pair of en pointe shoes.
"I don't know how you did it, but you are now ready for en pointe shoes."
She gasped as her eyes widened.
"I have seen major improvement in you and I think that even with your wandering mind, you deserve them. Though, do those thoughts wander to m-m-marriage?"
"No…not really. Thank you!"
She stated almost a little too bluntly. She took the shoes and wandered to the side in awe, undoing the straps from around each other to stare at them. Pike and Lillie ran to her and hugged her.
"Wow, Ahiru! You managed to get the shoes finally!"
Lillie hugged her tighter. Ahiru placed them on her feet almost expertly and stood up, trying them out. With surprising confidence, she went on her toes with her arms in a circle under her. Now all eyes turned to her. For some reason, it was as if Tutu took over. She walked a bit en pointe until a small smile graced her lips, causing her to lean forwards flat footed. She kept doing so with her leg in the air until she had preformed a perfect arabesque penchée, gracefully touching her toes and bringing herself up when that was done, she went en pointe again and performing a few fouettes in a row. There was a sudden cry of pain coming from her as she fell to the ground, blood soaking her shoes. Neko-sensei ran over to her with her friends, quickly taking off her shoes to see that several of her toenails had torn off and several blisters had burst. He looked up at her in amazement.
"Have you ever worn toe shoes before? Blisters like these don't develop within a few minutes…never mind that, you were spectacular! Where did you learn that!?"
Ahiru didn't answer. How could she? Say that she was Princess Tutu from the Prince and Raven storybook?
"Oh! Maybe giving you toe shoes was a wonderful idea! You have blossomed into a wonderful ballerina dancer!"
He was beaming in joy but left Ahiru confused. She could never usually do that…how did she manage to do it? Only Tutu could…
"Go get a male from the other dance class to bring Ahiru-chan to the infirmary."
Neko-sensei instructed a girl. She nodded and ran off. Everyone stared at Ahiru in amazement, but Ahiru was more amazed than they were. Her feet were throbbing in pain, yet she unexpectedly began to stand.
"A-ah, I'm alright, really!"
She tried assuring them, her body re-tying her shoes onto her feet. Music began playing from the piano, but no one was actually sitting down in front of it to play the piano. Ahiru kept dancing, thunder sounding from outside. Everyone stared at her in shock as she started off with petits battements and went onto brise. She stopped herself from crying out in pain as her bloodied feet made imprints on the ground.
"Ahiru, stop! You're going to wreck your feet!"
Neko-sensei cried, trying to stop Ahiru but the light of an unknown force pushed him backwards, making him hiss. The ballerina's movements were graceful until you looked at her feet. There was a sudden crack that silenced everyone. Ahiru let out a cry of pain but she still kept dancing. Tears fell from her face now as she sobbed. Neko-sensei kept on trying to help his student but the unknown force kept repelling him. From under her leggings, her ankles began to swell and turn blue. Neko-sensei still couldn't do anything to get close to Ahiru. Her friends tried calling out to her in vain. Nothing was getting through and she couldn't stop. Finally, the music died down and she was able to finally control herself again. Her sobs racked through the room, drowned out by the thunder. A loud crack was heard followed by screams. The roof groaned and broke through as a tree went crashing into the school roof. The girls scrambled into safety, leaving Ahiru behind. She pulled herself near the tree, waiting for the help that never came. The students had all but abandoned the school to safety.
When the storm cleared, there were shouts and calls for missing students. Apparently, more than one tree had fallen into the school.
Ahiru guessed, knowing that lightning couldn't strike so close to each other in such a way. She tried to stand on her feet but knew that it was all in vain. They wouldn't listen to her.
Fakir's voice resonated above everyone else's own. She was soaking wet, tired, hurt, and she wanted to go home. Ahiru tried calling out to Fakir but her mouth was covered by a gloved hand.
"Don't call to Fakir just yet…"
"Drosselmeyer is close. I'll tell you when."
Ahiru was silent for a while. A black and white cat sat in front of the broken window for a few seconds just staring at Ahiru. She gave it a hard stare and stuck out her tongue, making the cat hiss and jump away.
"Call for him now…that cat was a spy."
"Wait! Can you tell me what happened to my body before…!? You must know…!"
"Call him before the cat returns."
She nodded and took in a deep breath.
Mother's hand disappeared as Ahiru's voice cracked to call her friend. There was running and shuffling.
"I'm over here, Fakir!"
She called again, her eyes watering. She was going to be saved. Fakir jumped over the tree and ran beside her. His breathing was hard and forced. Had he run all the way? He suddenly sighed, kneeling.
"Are you alright? Let's go home-"
He noticed her feet, making him gasp. He was about to question her but he ended up letting out a frustrated growl.
"It's not my fault…I couldn't stop dancing…"
Ahiru tried to explain. He shook his head and turned his back to her.
His simple words scared her. Nonetheless, she obliged to his words and climbed onto his back. All along the way home, he stared at her wounded feet.
The sound of a ticking clock woke up the female. Her feet felt as if daggers were still pierced through them and her leg muscles ached with a dull pain.
"Ah, you woke up-zura!"
Uzura began beating her drum loudly, Fakir opening the door to his study instantly and went to her side. He instantly grabbed her hand and began apologizing. She blinked a few times, not knowing what to do.
"I was the one who wrote out the story!"
"Ah…I thought so…"
"Don't say that so bluntly!"
He yelled to her, making her sweat drop comically. She sat up and took her hand away from him, looking down at her feet buried under the covers.
"It's not your fault…it's Drosselmeyer…I don't blame you at all."
Ahiru smiled innocently, making Fakir slap his forehead.
"When you say it like that it makes me look like the bad guy…"
He scratched his head and gasped as she began pulling the covers off her legs to check the damage. Gasping, she saw that her ankles had swollen to match her calves. Her head fell to the side as comical tears slid down her face.
"I'll stop writing the story for a while…"
Ahiru's back straightened as Fakir spoke. He seemed almost too calm…
"I'm going to stop writing the story until you can walk again."
Ahiru's face split in two in a wide grin. Embracing Fakir, she thought she saw a womanly figure standing in the corner of the room. She pulled away from Fakir and mentally pushed away her thoughts of it being Mother.
"The story will only have stopped for a while without moving forwards, so nothing should happen."
Fakir spoke, blushing a bit. Ahiru seemed only too happy with the news.
"I'll be gone for a while. Don't move, alright?"
Fakir began walking away, Ahiru puffing out her cheeks.
"Is that supposed to be some kind of joke!?"
She called after him, beginning to smile. Time seemed to freeze as Uzura was staring outside the window almost stone-like. Mother's hands gently touched Ahiru's feet, weeping heard. Ahiru looked around but saw no one.
"My daughter, I'm sorry I cannot heal your beautiful feet…but I have located another piece of Fakir's stardust."
Ahiru asked loudly, the figure of a woman played out as shadows against the wall. She pointed with her shadowed hand to the lake beyond the walls, the gloved hand doing the same movements as she.
"To the lake and into the forest…you are in the perfect condition to acquire the stardust…"
"I don't understand…"
"There's a tale of a blind ballerina dancer that danced until her feet bled and attracted a forest god. To be able to attain Fakir's stardust, you must get the both of them to each give you a piece of the same whole."
Ahiru touched her necklace and then looked up at Mother, frowning.
"But since Fakir is gone now, I'm going to burn his story of destroying Kinkan town."
Ahiru stood up on shaky legs, regretting it almost immediately as pain surged from her toes all the way up to her hips. Biting down hard on her lip, she managed to balance her way on different items so that she could make it to Fakir's study. Mother tried stopping her for some reason but her shadowed form couldn't peel off the walls and her gloved hands weren't powerful enough to grip onto her arms to drag her away.
"Fakir's stardust won't matter anymore if the town is destroyed! Even with his innocence, he won't be the same knowing that I chose for him to destroy the town instead!"
She tried shouting back to Mother. Mother suddenly gasped and faded away, Uzura becoming unfrozen. Ahiru squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe Fakir was right…maybe she should be careful of Mother…
The blue-eyed female pushed the study door open with surprise ease. Did Fakir forget to lock it? Peering inside, her mouth fell open. Piles upon piles upon piles of paper were stacked one on top of the other. Mother was evident in the corner of the room where the remaining candlelight supported her shadow.
"What's all this…?"
"The different stories he has written out…"
Mother spoke, trailing her shadowed hand along the spine of one book. Uzura began beating on her drum, making Mother turn invisible again. Ahiru hobbled over to Fakir's desk to find that he had stopped writing in the middle of a paragraph. Sitting down, her eyes trailed over the recent writings.
'And Ahiru danced like the beautiful Princess Tutu she once was. In circles she danced until her feet bled and blistered, her classmates couldn't tear their gaze away from her grace. Even as trees fell through the roof of the school, she tried to dance until her legs gave way. With a hardened heart and will, she braved the storm until her knight appeared, saving the plain girl.'
Ahiru's eyes widened.
'The knight will once again rise as Princess Tutu's protector. The legend of the Bleeding Ballerina is where the knight shall train.'
Ahiru gasped, seeing Mother's turned down head in the corner once more, Uzura walking into the room.
"Why's Ahiru-chan crying-zura?"
Ahiru didn't waste time. She limped out of the room as best as she could and tried to find something sturdy to wrap her legs in.
Ahiru arrived at the forest beyond the lake, breathing heavily as she forced herself to walk.
She tried calling out his name, holding onto a stick to support her weight. The trees creaked and groaned in the wind, however, it was Mother who appeared as the tree's silhouette.
"Follow the wind, daughter…! He's in danger!"
Her voice stressed. Ahiru threw down her stick and began running out of sheer willpower. Sweat rolled down the sides of her temples as her knees threatened to cave. Strangely enough, the nature's sounds played out to sound like music. She came to a clearing in the meadows and saw Fakir dancing alongside a ballerina made out of the light.
She called out, seeing
that his eyes were void of consciousness and that the ballerina had
begun to envelope him in her light, spiriting him away bit by bit. In
desperate attempt, Ahiru tried to run to him but ended up stumbling
and hitting the ground, tears of desperation springing to her eyes. A
sudden force lifted her up from the ground, making her turn her head
to see no one. Immediately, she changed into Princess Tutu, feeling a
strange numbness in her feet. Shaking off the feeling, she approached
the dancing ballerina and gestured with her hands to ask her to
dance. The ballerina turned her head away from Fakir and bowed,
beginning to dance with her. The form of a man made out of leaves
took shape before Tutu, stopping the ballerina's momentarily. He
seemed to hold his hand out to the two of them, they bowed instantly
and began to twirl around. The ghost ballerina tried to dance with
Fakir again, but Tutu stood in her way, shaking her head.
"You have already moved on. You cannot love Fakir."
The ballerina ghost posed her body for the sign of love and moved it then to death, falling to her knees crying. Tutu shook her head and smiled, holding out her hand to her.
"Fakir is an amazing person…but wouldn't you rather love the one who has been kind with you?" She began dancing with the god, the ghost ballerina gasping and standing up. Tutu stopped and smiled again, taking their hands and joining them together. The forest god seemed to smile and dance, the ballerina staring at him.
"He's been waiting to dance a pas de deux with you."
Tutu spoke, the mute ballerina smiled broadly before dancing alongside him. Tutu watched for a while as they danced, Fakir groaning as he woke up. His eyes widened as he looked at Tutu.
The spirits invited her to dance, she nodding and beginning to do so as a background dancer. Once again, her feet began bleeding. The female ghost smiled and looked up at her lover.
"I'll help her."
Tutu and Fakir's eyes widened. The forest god could speak!? Vines sprouted up from the ground, holding up Tutu as she fell over in a ballet pose, the leaves wrapping around her feet, healing them. When the vines set her down, the forest god and female ghost embraced each other, turning into dust. Tutu raised her hands to collect it. Smiling, she turned to Fakir and kneeled next to him, holding out his stardust.
Ahiru smiled and nodded, presenting him his innocence.
"You know…you don't need to try so hard to be a knight…I'll protect you, too, you know…"
He was about to speak but the stardust broke apart, entering his body in a warm glow. Fakir's body went limp from exhaustion and strain. Her feather appeared before her, Tutu grabbing hold of it and closing her eyes. In a burst of feathers, she had disappeared from the clearing and was transported home.
AN: -rubbing eyes- uwa…Princess Tutu…lives again…sugoi. I'm re-watching the anime and find that they should have a continued series…it ended too abruptly. But that's just me. I'm also very glad –spoiler—Mytho ends up with Rue and now Ahiru. That would have been too clichéd. –Insert tired happy face- Onto college life soon. Yay…-falls apart-