Aneko: Hiya, again

Aneko: Hiya, again!! A note about this fic- I know the beginning of the sentences gets a little repetitive, but I did that on purpose.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Princess Tutu.


She is…

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She is…

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She is an annoying person. He thinks, glaring down at the stuttering girl before him. Why had Mytho hurt himself to rescue someone so worthless?

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She is suspicious. She knows about Mytho's heart. She must be kept away from him.

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She is Princess Tutu?! Her? He is in shock, but he still does not trust her.

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She is such a clumsy airhead. Is she really Princess Tutu? He wonders, as she walks into another wall.

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She is a duck?! It is mortifying. She's seen him cry. He doesn't think he'll ever live down the embarrassment.

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She is so small. He holds her (small, yellow) badly beaten body close to him, his sword dropped carelessly. His tears are barely noticeable, though. Can his sword not even protect her?

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She is too persistent. How did she find out about his ability to write stories? She keeps pestering him, yet she has no idea why the very thought of writing terrifies him. She thinks it is so simple. Even now his memory of that day is locked away, and he does not want to see it ever again.

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She is a light. She is the one who changed me, he realizes. And even if the words run dry when he tries to write for Mytho, he finds that he can write for her. He can write down everything she needs to say, so that she is free. He calls, screams her name, and is only relieved when she calls back and is safely in his arms.

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She is weak, and afraid. He pulls her into a dance, his words a soothing balm to help her stand again. He wants to protect her now as well as Mytho- she is such a unique existence, and her very life surprises his. He almost feels like he must protect her more than Mytho; and they both know they have to end this. She will be a duck again; but he knows this, and says he will stay by her side.

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She is brave. She takes the last piece of heart to the Princes with a smile more graceful than any Princess. He cannot see her, because he can only write, but his writing tells him she smiles even as she gives away her human body. And his heart hurts because he knows that part of her, however small right now, is still afraid and does not want to be a duck. He cannot help but admire this mask of bravery.

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She is fragile. Ravens attack that small body, and all he can do is write. Tears fall down his face freely and openly, because he is unable to change the flow of the story and keep them from attacking her.

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She is hope. She has more hope in her than people two times her size. She amazes him again as her light- her own gentle light- bathes the town and makes it whole again.


She is precious.

He wants to protect her. He wants her to have everything she deserves, after she had so much taken away. And she will.

And so, a man started to write a story. That story, overflowing with hope…had just begun.


Aneko: So? How was it? Worth your time? Review? Please?