Tutu fic - four interaction drabbles
Post-series fic? HAH. Tutu wrapped up in such a lovely way that it's hard for me to write that. But there's hardly any fanfic with the interactions I'd like to relive, so I'm forced to write it myself. Or at least try.
My first fanfic for any series is always terrible.
Love is
princess tutu fic, 1st season
the progression of mytho
fakir and mytho in five drabbles
I. Protective
Fakir loves Mytho as a knight loves his prince.
"Idiot!" he snaps. "Don't go around doing such useless things!"
The words are the same, but now Fakir is taller. He shoves his prince against the wall, presses his forehead against Mytho. Mytho looks at him, listless. His bandaged ankle rests on the ground; he probably doesn't even know it hurts.
Mytho doesn't care about himself one way or another. Fakir has to do that for him.
He likes it that way.
"Listen to me. Are you listening?"
"Yes." Mytho's eyes never waver.
It is only natural to protect his prince.
II. Selfish
But Mytho is like a marionette; he doesn't care who controls the strings.
"Say you love me," Rue commands, and Mytho obeys.
"I love you." There's no meaning behind the words, but Rue's expression relaxes, as if the forced confession makes everything more bearable.
Fakir doesn't care much, until Mytho comes back to his room and says, "What is this feeling?"
He's not even supposed to know what that word means.
I'll never let him out of my sight again, Fakir thinks. And then, I wonder if Rue ...
"Stay in the room," he commands, leaving.
"Yes," says Mytho. He obeys.
III. Cruel
It feels a little as if he's been walking in a dream all this time, and only now he begins to wake up.
It's a painful process, but somehow, Mythos is grateful to Tutu. He's sure this is what he's always wanted.
Fakir is angry. Mytho reconizes the expression, but only recently has he begun to comprehend it. Fakir grasps Mythos' hand and pulls him to the mirror, shoving him against it brutally. "Look at this sorrowful face. I hate it," he snaps. "What's good about having a heart!? Doesn't it hurt!?"
"... Yes," Mythos says, looking at Fakir's pained face.
IV. Painful
When Fakir slaps Mytho for the first (and last) time, it's Mytho who recovers first. "I'm going," he says, his cheek pink and eyes downcast, then he does, defying Fakir with chill determination.
Fakir stands there, shocked. Mytho has never disobeyed so deliberately. He never thinks for himself - never thought at all, it seemed, risking his life thoughtlessly again and again for the weakest of creatures. Fakir has always protected him, hasn't he!? Doesn't Mytho know that Fakir only acts in his prince's best interests!?
Why, Fakir wonders, clutching his offending hand, do we do the things that hurt us!?
V. Eternal
But Fakir's always known the answer to that question, he realizes a month hence, as the raven's claws slice into him. It's why they're all here, after all: Rue - no, Princess Kraehe - Princess Tutu ... himself. They love the prince, with varying degrees of selfishness.
If Fakir had his way - if Kraehe had her way! - Mytho would still be their listless puppet. But it wasn't about Fakir any more. He was a knight; he would follow his prince's will.
But he did not have to follow the script.
He heaved out of the water to gasps of surprise, and smiled inside himself.
fin
My first fanfic for any series is always terrible.
Love is
princess tutu fic, 1st season
the progression of mytho
fakir and mytho in five drabbles
I. Protective
Fakir loves Mytho as a knight loves his prince.
"Idiot!" he snaps. "Don't go around doing such useless things!"
The words are the same, but now Fakir is taller. He shoves his prince against the wall, presses his forehead against Mytho. Mytho looks at him, listless. His bandaged ankle rests on the ground; he probably doesn't even know it hurts.
Mytho doesn't care about himself one way or another. Fakir has to do that for him.
He likes it that way.
"Listen to me. Are you listening?"
"Yes." Mytho's eyes never waver.
It is only natural to protect his prince.
II. Selfish
But Mytho is like a marionette; he doesn't care who controls the strings.
"Say you love me," Rue commands, and Mytho obeys.
"I love you." There's no meaning behind the words, but Rue's expression relaxes, as if the forced confession makes everything more bearable.
Fakir doesn't care much, until Mytho comes back to his room and says, "What is this feeling?"
He's not even supposed to know what that word means.
I'll never let him out of my sight again, Fakir thinks. And then, I wonder if Rue ...
"Stay in the room," he commands, leaving.
"Yes," says Mytho. He obeys.
III. Cruel
It feels a little as if he's been walking in a dream all this time, and only now he begins to wake up.
It's a painful process, but somehow, Mythos is grateful to Tutu. He's sure this is what he's always wanted.
Fakir is angry. Mytho reconizes the expression, but only recently has he begun to comprehend it. Fakir grasps Mythos' hand and pulls him to the mirror, shoving him against it brutally. "Look at this sorrowful face. I hate it," he snaps. "What's good about having a heart!? Doesn't it hurt!?"
"... Yes," Mythos says, looking at Fakir's pained face.
IV. Painful
When Fakir slaps Mytho for the first (and last) time, it's Mytho who recovers first. "I'm going," he says, his cheek pink and eyes downcast, then he does, defying Fakir with chill determination.
Fakir stands there, shocked. Mytho has never disobeyed so deliberately. He never thinks for himself - never thought at all, it seemed, risking his life thoughtlessly again and again for the weakest of creatures. Fakir has always protected him, hasn't he!? Doesn't Mytho know that Fakir only acts in his prince's best interests!?
Why, Fakir wonders, clutching his offending hand, do we do the things that hurt us!?
V. Eternal
But Fakir's always known the answer to that question, he realizes a month hence, as the raven's claws slice into him. It's why they're all here, after all: Rue - no, Princess Kraehe - Princess Tutu ... himself. They love the prince, with varying degrees of selfishness.
If Fakir had his way - if Kraehe had her way! - Mytho would still be their listless puppet. But it wasn't about Fakir any more. He was a knight; he would follow his prince's will.
But he did not have to follow the script.
He heaved out of the water to gasps of surprise, and smiled inside himself.
fin