My second fanfiction! Although it's another Princess Tutu, this is an AU where they don't do ballet and go to a school in Japan (well anime Japan). Not really based on anything just something I wanted to try out. Since I can't think of anything uniform wise, I decided to use their original uniforms except girls have pleated grey skirts instead of puffy ones and the yellow...neck-jewel-things...will have the school logo instead ( a crown in front of a sword and two feathers crossing each other, one black one white- the background will be like the jewels in the anime)

I don't own Princess Tutu!

Don't judge a book by it's cover!

Ch1~ Empty seats

"I am Arima, Ahiru. Please take care of me!"

The class stared at the girl standing in front of them for a moment in complete silence before someone muttered, "Her name is 'Duck'?"

As soon as the fist person had spoken up there was a wave of murmurs and whispers all over the room.

"Is that some sort of joke?"

"Maybe she said it wrong?"

"What's with her hair? Is it dyed?"

"I don't know but how does that lock stay up?"

"Are they sure they put her in the right school?"

"Who cares, as long as she doesn't sit near me"

"That's so mean, Genta-kun!"

"Do you want to sit next to her?"

"Well...I guess not..."

Ahiru kept her eyes to the floor as the class discussed her appearance, she knew she seemed strange to them- she thought she was strange herself! She had bright orange hair with a slight salmon tinge to it tied into a plat that reached the middle of her thigh, one lock of hair stood up from the top of her head at an unusual angle as if it had a life of it's own and her nose was dusted with childish freckles just under her large blue eyes, all of these things combined with her small height and unique name made her seem very odd to anyone who met her.

Today was her first day at Kin-Kan School, since she had to be transferred from her first school she was entering half way through the first week of the first semester. She had only moved in a few days back and hadn't got round to making any new friends since she had been so busy.

"Thank you Arima-san. Welcome to class 1-D2, If you would please take a seat, second to the back next to the window"

Ahiru nodded to her teacher before walking towards her seat, when she got their she noticed that both the seat by the window and the one behind it were empty. ~Maybe they're ill~ she shrugged before taking her seat, trying to ignore the murmurs and curious gazes around her.

As she sat down her teacher cleared his throat as he adjusted his half-moon glasses, his golden eyes sparkling with confidence."All right that's enough everyone, since Arima-san and a few others have just joined us, I will introduce myself. My name is Nekozawa, Aoi, you may call me Nekozawa-sensei. I will be your home-room teacher for the time that you will be in this school, since there is a problem with staff and pupil numbers this is a class for both first and second years, not all of you will have lessons together- however!" suddenly he was surrounded by an ominous aura and his pale brown (almost grey) hair seemed to be standing on end. "In order to win the home-room cup you will have to work together! Anyone who fails to do this shall be bound by M-M-M-MARRAGE!"

The whole class went deadly silent as Nekozawa quickly fixed his hair into its original place, missing a few locks on each side making him resemble a large feline cleaning himself.

"classes will begin shortly" and with that he left the room...

"What a waste of time." the green-haired teen huffed turned away from the three boys, now lying on the floor.

One of the boys lifted himself up to glare at him, yelling "What did you say! Hey! I'm not done with you yet!". The dark green eyes of the first boy didn't even blink as he caught the bat aimed to the side of his head in his hand, the boy behind him cursed in shock before dropping the bat to leave with his partners. Fakir threw the bat to his side, ignoring the aching pain in his shoulder, sighing in annoyance. It was only the first week of his second year and already people were picking fights with him to prove themselves, he looked down at his watch and decided to skip home-room, since it was almost over anyway, and go straight to his next class with Mytho.

Fakir was tall compared to some in his year, his long dark hair and glaring eyes seemed to add to his threatening aura without him having to try. Because of this and his habit of skipping class whenever he liked, most people thought him to be a delinquent, and so he often found himself attacked by others- whether from his school or not-, this had only fuelled the rumours about him more.

Of course he didn't do much to correct these rumours and had refused Mythos' offer to do so, they made the pupils of the school give him space and avoided any unnecessary conversation making it easier for him to concentrate on more important things, all he had to do was stand beside Mytho and none of Mythos' jealous peers would make a move, it also made research and study easy since he could use the library in silence without trouble, and so he decided a few fights were a reasonable price for privacy and his cousins' well being.

Fakir flinched as he moved his injured shoulder. ~If Mytho notices this he'll get worried...baka~

Deciding to skip lessons for the morning, he made his way to the back of the school with his school bag slung over his shoulder...

A swan-haired boy stood in front of his class room, his golden eyes searching for his freind down each hall way only to find countless other students and admirers.

"Ōji?" the teen smiled lightly as he turned to the raven-haired girl beside him, her ruby eyes staring up at him in worry.

"Rue, please call me Mytho" he looked down at her with gentle eyes as she blushed

"O-ok, Ōj- I mean Mytho" she smiled before returning to her worried expression, "Is something troubling you?"

Mytho sighed and closed his eyes as he nodded, not many could read him like Rue and he knew it was impossible to lie to her but that was one of the reasons he loved her since he was still unsure of his emotions. Ever since his and Fakirs' parents had died, Mytho had gone into a state of shock that had muted his emotions, Fakir had often tried to snap some sense into him but had also suffered terribly from their loss, over the years Fakir had made himself Mythos' protector while he fought to regain some of the feelings that had been shut away inside of him. It had not been long until he met Rue and she soon managed to sooth some of his worries and bring out some of his old self, this had earned her some of Fakirs acceptance but he still refused to believe she was the ideal partner for him, the two tended to argue over him but they got along well enough and Mytho was grateful for that.

"Fakir hasn't arrived yet and I'm worried for him"

Rue's face immediately changed from one of worry to that of annoyance at the mention of her boyfriends' 'guard dog'. "Your cousin makes so much fuss about keeping you out of trouble but causes you trouble by being so stubborn, you shouldn't worry about him that much, he always turns up eventually"

"He has good intentions Rue and I know I shouldn't worry but I can't help it...I'm the only family he has and yet he refuses to accept my assistance, I'm afraid he's taking too much on..." he sighed again before reaching for her hand, "but your right, he'll arrive eventually"

The beautiful second year nodded as he lead her back into class...

Ok that was short but this was just a bit of a prologue to 'set the scene' really.

Please tell me what you think so far, the next update may be a while since I'm still stuck on 'Sorcerer's Heart' at the moment.