My 15th PT AMV - a dark AU centered around Fakir/Ahiru and Mytho/Rue. This is a story AMV, so please read the description below or you won't understand it. ^^;

Song: Check opening credits

A "siren" is a mythical creature, said to look like a woman but with features of bird. Their song is said to lure sailors' ships off of cliffs or into shipwrecks of some sort. I thought I would play with the very base of that idea and tweak it a bit:

So this is like an Alternate Story, dark in nature (which really fits the tone of the song). Drosselmeyer decides to write Ahiru and Rue into swan and raven Sirens (Tutu and Kraehe, respectively). As their human counterparts, they meet and become attracted to Fakir and Mytho, who likewise seem to return that attraction. But this has been planned by Drosselmeyer, and he brings the Siren alter-egos into play, who use not their voices, but their dance to draw the attention of Fakir and Mytho (through dream sequences and callings). Meanwhile, Ahiru and Rue are somewhat conscious of what's happening and try to fight against their other selves in order to save the boys they love. But Fakir and Mytho become completely enamoured with Tutu and Kraehe (and they do not connect them to the other girls ), and reject Ahiru and Rue completely in favor of the mysterious dancing bird-like girls. But little do they know where their fate is headed...

This was redone one and a half times and it was really, really hard to do with all the different beats going in the music. But I tried my best. I hope it makes sense? ^^; If not, be free to tell me. I apologize for the length of the song, but cutting out one of the refrains would have screwed up the whole thing. Feedback would be much appreciated!

And here's the lyrics if you were curious (guys's voice is in brackets):

Theatre of Tragedy - Siren Lyrics

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -
[Fro my heart--wilt thou ne'er]
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.
[Be left without - come!]

[Thine voice is oh so sweet,] I speer thine pine,
[Ryking for me:]
Ryking for thee;
Wistful, whistful -
[((List and heed)) thou say'st]
Chancing to lure.
[Chancing to lure,]
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
[How I wish--for thee again,]
O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.
[Will I give thee it--Troth.]

[Thine voice is oh so sweet,] I speer thine pine,
[Ryking for me:]
Ryking for thee;
[((List and heed)) thou say'st ]
Wistful, whistful -
[Chancing to lure.]
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
[Thine voice is oh so sweet]
[Ryking for me:]
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Princess Tutu and the song do not belong to me. It's just for fun, folks. (less info)