Tutu fic
Since sitting down and just writing the first thing that came into my head worked against my writer's block at least a little yesterday, I decided on trying the same again today. So yeah, more completely self-indulgent fic not to take too seriously. Also, for a fandom I thought I'd never write for - it usually feels so complete to me, and like much more thought than I'm capable of would have to go into it to get all those Tutu themes to work. But hey, self-indulgent, not thinking too much, and voila, fic.
I also decided I'm going to try to keep this up and try to write something everyday this week, no matter how silly it turns out. Just to write. Watch me be completely incapable of writing anything again for the rest of the week now that I've said that.
Title: a Scene
Fandom: Princess Tutu
Rating: G
Summary: One of the drafts of how he might write that reunion one day.
A classroom, one ordinary morning. The teacher has just finished taking the days attendance and is just about to start the class when the door swings open and a girl bursts in. She skids to a halt, turns to the teacher. She's panting, obviously from a run.
Taking a deep breath, she lunges into a stammered apology. "I'm so sorry! I can't believe I'm late already on my first day!" She makes something of a bow in the teacher's direction, then straightens up and laughs nervously, the laugh turning into spoken words by the end. "AhahahaIiii'm probably making such a horrible impression on my first day and all! But I fell and then I got lost and my alarm didn't go off and I'm really really sorry!"
"Right," he says, and then turns to introduce her to the class. "This is our new student," he begins, but then he's interrupted.
"Ahiru!"
While the girl and the teacher have been addressing each other, the scene has shifted. At the back of the classroom, Fakir snapped to attention and scrambled to his feet as soon as he saw who had come in through the door. Fakir is usually known for being a sensible, collected sort of boy, and his classmates' looks are wandering between the for them quite foreign look of bewilderment on his face to this already very amusing new girl with all the unabashed curiosity of young, slightly bored teenagers.
"Fakir!" The girl turns from the teacher, and apparently recognizes him as well.
"So you know each other then? Class, this is Ahiru," the teacher says, but no one is really paying attention to him. They've already gathered all they need to know to be entertained for now and it's unlikely he can provide anymore exposition.
"Why are you... I mean... Weren't you still... That is. I. What's going on?" Fakir sounds as baffled as he looks.
"I... Well..." Ahiru pauses and rubs the back of her head sheepishly. "I have no idea, really," she admits.
"But what happened?" Fakir demands.
They're interrupted by a cough from the teacher. "I'm sure this is something that can be discussed later," he says, eyeing them both significantly. Fakir opens his mouth to say something, but then drops back into his seat, looking very undignified as he does. The teacher turns his attention entirely back on Ahiru. "If you'd like to take your seat over there so that we can begin this class?"
"Right!" Ahiru says, straightening up and walking to the empty seat the teacher's pointing at. She sits down very straight and keeps her eyes on the teacher, a look of determination on her face, apparently resolved to actually following the class and making a good impression. It lasts for about two minutes before she starts fidgeting in her seat, sending questioning looks in Fakir's direction.
Fakir is tapping his foot nervously and sending just as many looks in her direction, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes still simply bewildered. The spectators of this scene get used to this quickly. It seems to them, suddenly, that he might be the type to et worked up easily after all, when there are things to be worked up about.
The scene ends with the participants impatient for the next one.
I also decided I'm going to try to keep this up and try to write something everyday this week, no matter how silly it turns out. Just to write. Watch me be completely incapable of writing anything again for the rest of the week now that I've said that.
Title: a Scene
Fandom: Princess Tutu
Rating: G
Summary: One of the drafts of how he might write that reunion one day.
A classroom, one ordinary morning. The teacher has just finished taking the days attendance and is just about to start the class when the door swings open and a girl bursts in. She skids to a halt, turns to the teacher. She's panting, obviously from a run.
Taking a deep breath, she lunges into a stammered apology. "I'm so sorry! I can't believe I'm late already on my first day!" She makes something of a bow in the teacher's direction, then straightens up and laughs nervously, the laugh turning into spoken words by the end. "AhahahaIiii'm probably making such a horrible impression on my first day and all! But I fell and then I got lost and my alarm didn't go off and I'm really really sorry!"
"Right," he says, and then turns to introduce her to the class. "This is our new student," he begins, but then he's interrupted.
"Ahiru!"
While the girl and the teacher have been addressing each other, the scene has shifted. At the back of the classroom, Fakir snapped to attention and scrambled to his feet as soon as he saw who had come in through the door. Fakir is usually known for being a sensible, collected sort of boy, and his classmates' looks are wandering between the for them quite foreign look of bewilderment on his face to this already very amusing new girl with all the unabashed curiosity of young, slightly bored teenagers.
"Fakir!" The girl turns from the teacher, and apparently recognizes him as well.
"So you know each other then? Class, this is Ahiru," the teacher says, but no one is really paying attention to him. They've already gathered all they need to know to be entertained for now and it's unlikely he can provide anymore exposition.
"Why are you... I mean... Weren't you still... That is. I. What's going on?" Fakir sounds as baffled as he looks.
"I... Well..." Ahiru pauses and rubs the back of her head sheepishly. "I have no idea, really," she admits.
"But what happened?" Fakir demands.
They're interrupted by a cough from the teacher. "I'm sure this is something that can be discussed later," he says, eyeing them both significantly. Fakir opens his mouth to say something, but then drops back into his seat, looking very undignified as he does. The teacher turns his attention entirely back on Ahiru. "If you'd like to take your seat over there so that we can begin this class?"
"Right!" Ahiru says, straightening up and walking to the empty seat the teacher's pointing at. She sits down very straight and keeps her eyes on the teacher, a look of determination on her face, apparently resolved to actually following the class and making a good impression. It lasts for about two minutes before she starts fidgeting in her seat, sending questioning looks in Fakir's direction.
Fakir is tapping his foot nervously and sending just as many looks in her direction, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes still simply bewildered. The spectators of this scene get used to this quickly. It seems to them, suddenly, that he might be the type to et worked up easily after all, when there are things to be worked up about.
The scene ends with the participants impatient for the next one.