"CHERRI!"

"Oh….shit."

A red-haired girl slumped in her seat, biting her rosy-pink lips and pulling her pointy purple hat over her face, orange eyes flickering around the room nervously. A tall, looming presence stormed over to her desk, slim hands on the older woman's waist and blazing, angry blue eyes leering at the terrified girl under her.

"Did you hear me!? You failed the test—again! You'll never become a witch like this!"

Cherri pulled the brim of her witch hat, part of the school's uniform, to hide her face completely, ashamed with herself.

"First, you failed the Fairy Godmother test. Then you failed the mother nature test, then the goddess test—what are we going to with you!? You have so much magical energy, so much potential, but you're just…impossible! Hopeless!"

It was true. Cherri lived on a planet in the polar opposite direction of plant earth. There, everyone was born with magical energy, but not all had enough to do something with it. Those who did went to the school of choice, of what magical being they wished to become, and when they graduated the ruler of their planet granted them the title. So far, Cherri failed every other school—well, practically every school. The witch school was her last hope; she didn't want to become a mermaid or a summer fairy. But…things looked hopeless. She sucked at concentrating on her magical energy enough to succeed in anything.

Hence the lecture she was getting in the middle of class.

"And," her teacher finished with a final breath of air, "you're expelled because of this. AGAIN."

Cherri sighed woefully as the bell rang. Kids, some snickering and some giving her sympathetic looks, flew out of the potions class. Cherri slowly stood to her feet, scratching her neck and frowning as she gathered her bag and hurried out of there.

"Cherri," her friend called, rushing to her side. The red-head magical failure turned to the blonde, perky witch slowly. "You know, I could tutor you."

"Thanks Elle, but I'm past help," Cherri sighed, staring down the hall sadly. "I've been expelled…again. I don't know what else to do. If I fail every school....my magic will be taken away and I'll be exiled...."

"Well," Elle said, pursing her lips. "There's always that way…"

Cherri looked up. "That way?"

Elle smirked. "Well, there's a last resort for people like you. The Cupid Academy."

"Eh?" Cherri tilted her head. "Isn't Cupid a god? I already went down that road and got my ass kicked."

"It's different," Elle explained as they turned down the hall, heading toward the lunch room. "They send you to earth and you have to get a couple together, one cupid struggled with, and if you get them together then…well, you pass and become a cupid. A god of love."

Cherri pouted. "That sounds hard."

"It's better than being a drop-out…" Elle raised her eyebrows and Cherri grumbled, defeated.

"Yeah, I'll ask the headmaster about it."

Elle nodded, satisfied, and they entered the lunch room. "So, I better leave now," Cherri said. "Since I'm expelled and all."

Elle waved as Cherri spun on her heel and left to the headmaster's office. No one stopped her or told her to wait; they just pointed to the door. Cherri hesitated but pushed it open, stepping inside and looking up at her headmaster.

Claire was the youngest witch to graduate this school. She was only 700 and had the appearance of a goddess (it was rumored that she failed that school, but was there long enough to gain enough goddess power and knowledge to gain the beauty of one). She had sparkling golden hair that spiraled down to her elbows and bright blue eyes, fair peach skin clashing with her black attire.

"Cherri," the young witch said when Cherri stepped in, head hung. "You're finally expelled again. What are we going to do with you?"

Cherri lifted her eyes slightly. "The Cupid Academy?" she mumbled helpfully. Silence. She looked up and saw Claire was struggling not to laugh, holding herself up by gripping the edge of her desk. Cherri felt her face grow hot.

"Good idea, good idea!" Claire said, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "Why don't you go home and I'll talk to the head about your suggestion."

"But—" Cherri began quietly.

"No buts," Claire said firmly. "Shoo, shoo, off with you," she waved Cherri away with her hand. The red-head failure hung her head and obeyed, hurrying out of the room. Once she left the entrance and was in front of the school, she pulled out her Witch Cube and pressed the middle. It popped open and she hurriedly whispered the spell and the cube arched and twisted to take the form of a broom.

That was the only Witchly thing Cherri could do. She hopped onto the broom and pushed off the ground, rearing back and shooting into the air. The Witch school was deep within the woods, along with most of the other schools, but the goddess schools and angel schools were in the clouds. So, having a broom was convenient in that sense. Not that she needed it.

Cherri flew out from the woods, flying above the trees and hurried toward home. She made it not too long after, grumbling to herself as she snapped her fingers and the broom snapped back to the cube. She shoved it in her dress pocket and ran into the house, slamming open the door in time to be mauled by her angry father.

"CHERRI, NOT AGAIN!"

She flinched back.

"I just go the call. Cupid Academy!? You really suck that much? I'm so….my god! Why can't you be more like Elainea!?"

Oh right, her sister, who graduated from goddess school and was now the goddess of agony and was married to death. Right, the girl who seemed to love her job inflicting pain but oh, at least she's a goddess and has kids! Really…

"Sorry, father," Cherri grumbled. "I'm going to go upstairs and study."

"Oh, no you're not," he barked. "I got another call from the head's office. It seems you're going to earth."

She snapped her head up, surprised. "What? Really? I better get packed and changed—"

"No need," her father said irritably. "You don't have time. He's beaming you to his office—"

Cherri dissolved away, disappearing right in front of her father's angry eyes.

"—now..."

"Cherri Hikuja," a deep voice said when Cherri suddenly popped into nothing but…white. Well, a white room with nothing in it. She stood there, shocked, mouth agape and eyes wide in confusion. The voice made the thin walls vibrate and she shivered, grimacing at the way the voice seemed to be taunting her. "Failed the goddess school, witch school, mother nature school, the Fairy Godmother school, the school of animal spirits—so far, you have yet to find your calling. You've requested to take the test in Cupid Academy, and so far, your chances are 99.8%"

Cherri blinked.

"Do you wish to take the test?"

Cherri nodded. "Yeah, I do."

"Then, Cherri Hikuja, your request has pended. You will be transferred to earth in moments. You will be provided with a guide who will aid you and give you the case file for the couple you are to complete."

Cherri blinked and, in a flash, she was gone once again.

SHUTYOFACE. Molly's Speaking;;
I don't know, this just popped into my head.
If anyone wants to send in some characters (maybe a friend from one of Cherri's past schools, a crush, maybe even an OC from the Beyblade world. Whatever. Keep in mind I'm focusing on the RayKai pairing, so....yeah. But I'd love to do some side pairings. OCs sound fun.)
ANYWAY.
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