Welcome! There isn't really much to say except that I don't own Princess Tutu, which sucks, and also there is slight OOC, but not too much that it makes all this really stupid... hpoefully. I do own Surprise!Cookies though xD

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Cookie, Anyone?

Chapter One - 'Surprise! Cookies!'

"… This is the slowest thirty seconds in the history of time, the world and everything."

The second hand on the large clock moved ever so slowly, and it seemed that as with each passing second, the interval between two seconds became increasingly larger. Fakir sighed loudly as he tapped his fingers against the floor in sync with the second hand. He, as well as an exceedingly large majority of the class, was determined to sprint out of the door as soon as the second hand reached the twelve. Sure there was virtually no time until the end of the lesson, but one of the worst ways to end a week was to watch Rue and the other stick thin, prissy snobs from the 'special' class flaunt their Pointe skills and make the rest of the class feel like complete and utter garbage. They were good, everyone got it, and quite frankly there was no need for them to perform so often; who knew what damage would be caused if their self-esteem levels got too high.

All of a sudden, the shrill sound of the bell filled the room, indicating that the class had finally ended, exactly two seconds after the oh-so-fantastic 'special' class were done with their confidence-crushing routine. As the rest of the class stretched their arms and remained silent, Fakir leapt out of his seated position, obviously ecstatic about the fact he could leave.

"Yes!" He triumphantly exclaimed, perhaps a little too loud. Determined to be out the door first, he began to sprint towards the exit, only to be stopped by the shrieks of a certain teacher. Gold stars for those who guess correctly.

"Fakir!" screeched Mr. Cat, causing everyone to immediately focus their attention on the two of them "Now, I know it's the weekend, but it's unacceptable that you show so much enthusiasm in leaving my class! I know you're a good student, but if you don't change your ways, I'm afraid I'm going to have to force you to MARRY ME!" The feline laughed maniacally while the wedding march began to play loudly in the background from an anonymous source.

The classroom instantaneously became quiet. This may have been due to the fact, that almost everyone got scared when Mr. Cat threatened marriage upon anyone, or that many lives of the female class members would have no purpose if their beloved Fakir was to be whisked away by their frightening teacher, and no longer availale for romantic pursuit.

"I…I … I'm male, Mr. Cat!" Fakir looked somewhat disgusted at the fact his teacher was so creepy enough as to consider that particular means of punishment, and possibly mistaken him for a girl.Thankfully, Mr. Cat was only known to use 'the marriage speech' as a means of threat, and never really when through with the process, probably due to the risk of being fired or arrested. However, just to be sure, Fakir continued to run out of the room, in an attempt to free himself from further embarrassment.

Soon after the large doors to the ballet studio had closed behind him, he ran in search of his belongings, and bolted out of the school. He didn't bother to say goodbye to his friends, or change his shoes, for that matter; it didn't seem to be all that important at the time. What did seem important was finally being rid of the ridiculous biscuit-y goods that prevented him from filling his numerous bags with anything of the slightest significance. He knew what he had to do; run madly around the town, annoying the living crap out of any passers-by until they surrender to him, sighing in defeat and saying "Fine, I'll take three boxes. Now, get out of my sight." If he could get through all of the streets first, pestering each and every person in town before anyone else, nobody would stand a chance in being the winner of the great cookie selling scheme.

Well, being the winner of this biscuit selling race didn't seem to mean much for Fakir; it was rather the …'punishment' for being last that irked him, as did it irk ninety-nine out of one hundred of the people he knew. Despite it being known amongst the students as a punishment, Mr. Cat happily referred to it as a prize. Surprisingly enough though, it was not marriage! Who would have thought?

The previous Monday….

All of the members of Kinkan Academy's ballet division were seated in the studio, whilst Mr. Cat licked himself, despite the fact he was supposed to be making some sort of long-awaited announcement. Surely it was going to be something about Rue, where everyone would have to clap and pretend to be happy, but in reality they would be cursing at her, and wishing she could stop being such an achievement hog.

To most people's surprise, Rue had not done anything particularly in need of a huge announcement in the last week, and said proclamation was of a completely different subject.

"The auditorium needs new curtains" … a rather anti-climatic start to the supposed talk that was supposed to have made each student's eyes light up with joy.

"No it doesn't…" mumbled Pique. Unfortunately for her, everyone could hear her, and as the wedding march began to grow gradually louder in the background, she apologized profusely and the music ceased.

"As I was saying" Mr. Cat spoke on, glaring at Pique "The auditorium needs new curtains. Now, someone tell me, how do we get new curtains... Rue?"

Trust Rue to be asked to answer the devastatingly obvious question. "With money?" she shyly mumbled.

"Exactly right!" Mr. Cat cheesily grinned. If the two of them weren't in front of an audience, they probably would have hugged, burst into song and then did another self-esteem-melting Pointe dance.

Fakir coughed hoarsely. Lillie sighed, and swooned. Pique slapped her in the arm, in an attempt to get her to stop making a scene. "The purpose of this is, happy get-together is, what exactly?" he looked at his watch, and for the second in this story, became increasingly annoyed at the speed in which time chose to move.

"Young people today, always in a rush. Okay, basically we're going to be selling 'Surprise! Cookies' to the wonderful people of our town, in order to raise money for these desperately needed curtains. Also, for extra motivation, whoever raises the most money, will receive an automatic A on their solo performance exam."

There was a sudden eruption of cheering from the relatively small group of students.

"However, whoever manages to raise the least amount of money, thus contributing next to nothing towards this wonderful education institute, will be forced to face the consequences!"

The previous cheerful atmosphere amongst the class instantaneously died, as everyone, especially the female students, grew extremely fearful.

"… Does one of us have to marry you?" shyly asked Pique as she feebly raised her hand.

Mr. Cat looked disgusted. "No! Honestly, do you think I live and breathe marriage! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Miss Pique. Besides, marrying me ought to be a maginifent privelidge , not a punishment. As I was saying, the consequences for the person who fails in raising enough money will be forced to perform a duet dance with me to the popular 90's hit Barbie Girl!"

Fakir shuddered as the thought entered his head. That was the reason why he was so determined to outsell everyone, especially Rue. Then again, she would probably enjoy every second of her bubblegum-pop dance with Mr. Cat. Sometimes he even thought that Rue would probably consider marrying the perverted feline for real. He chuckled to himself; that was something he would pay good money to see.

A smirk grew on Fakir's face. After a tiresome trek carrying some seventeen-or-so cases of immensely artificial Surprise!Cookies, he had finally come across a street filled with houses; houses which looked like they belonged to rich people, meaning surely the inhabitants of said houses would have plenty money to spend on worthless rubbish sweets. He hoped for the best as he walked up the steps leading to the large, ivory doors. He knocked three times and the door crept open.

"Wanna buy a cookie?"

Voila! The first chapter! Gold stars for reviewers :3 I really hope you liked it!