AUTHOR'S NOTE: Amaya: Soooooo funny story, we're kind of at a writer's block for our FMA story right now. But in the meantime, we kinda fell in love with the series Uta No Prince Sama. And we fell HAAAAARD!
Shiro: *whine* Masato-samaaaa~!
Amaya: Syo-kuuuuuun~! *squee* …Uh anyway. *ahem* Yeeeeea our squees could be heard for miles. I'm surprised no one called the cops.
Shiro: For all of the fans of our FMA story…we sorry, we don't mean to cheat on you!
Amaya: But we'll get back to it though, we promise! We're just taking a little break from it to do something a little more fun and light-hearted. And we just need a little time to figure out where we're gonna go with the story. By the way, if you haven't seen Uta No Prince Sama yet, GO. WATCH. IT. NOW. You will thank me later! Trust me!
Shiro: It's cheesy as FUCK, but it's fun to watch!
Amaya: We're still using the same names, but this story has nothing to do with Completely Intentional Wrath of the Fangirls. Just so ya all that being said, enjoy our first chapter of I Wanna Be Your Princess! Oh by the way, I'm gonna be the more crazy, nonsensical one in the story this time!
Shiro: Yea, I'm just the closet crazy here…for once.
Amaya: Enjoy!
Disclaimer: We wish we owned Uta No Prince Sama! But we don't…*cries in the corner*
Chapter 1
Shiro and Amaya gazed up at the towering gates of Saotome Academy, hardly believing that they had actually made it into such an elite school.
"I remember it being…smaller," Shiro commented nervously.
"That's because you were wearing heels that day," Amaya teased. Her voice was cheerful but it still cracked with apprehension.
Shiro glared at her, and gave a deep defeated sigh. "This is what I get for coming here with you," she muttered.
"Oh come on, lighten up," Amaya said with a roll of her eyes. "Do you have to take- everything so seriously?"
"Yes," Shiro answered flatly. "Because if I don't, who will?"
"Does it even matter?"
"Yes."
"Well at least you're straightforward," Amaya sighed in defeat. But then she smiled. "That's why I ignore you!"
"Of course," Shiro mumbled. "Now we have to hurry or we're gonna be late."
"We are?" Amaya paused to look at her watch and gasped. "CRAP! WE ARE!" She grasped her friend's wrist and bolted for the academy doors.
"This is why we come early!" Shiro scolded.
"I wake up early!" Amaya retorted as she ran on. "I just…get distracted on the way over!" A pleasant smile spread across her face, and she slowed to a trot. "Oh by the way, did you see the garden out there? It's gorgeous!"
"Not now!" Shiro shouted in distress.
"Oh, right, running!" Amaya quickened her pace again. But an instant later she stopped dead in her tracks as a blonde blur passed them by.
"Coming through!" the blur shouted with urgency.
Amaya had only caught a sideways glance of the short blonde boy as he ran by, but he had been without a doubt the most adorable person she had ever seen. "His eyes are so blue," she whispered to herself. Stars filled her eyes and she began to ramble incoherently. "His face is so soft, but so determined. He's so short, but he's incredibly fast…how athletic! And that hat! How cute!"
As Amaya raved on about the mysterious sprinting boy, Shiro tried to urge her on by pushing her forward. "Hurry up!" she shouted.
"Syo-chaaaaaaaaaan~!"
"Eh?" Both girls turned around to see a very tall guy with glasses and an unsettling smile running after the blue-eyed boy.
"You can't get away from me Syo-chan!" the tall guy called out cheerfully as he breezed past them.
"Shut up! Leave me alone Natsuki!" the blue eyed boy shouted back in panic.
As both guys diminished down the distant halls, Shiro and Amaya blinked in awe.
"So, that's how idols in the making act?" Shiro said disinterestedly. "Great."
"You shouldn't be so condescending, Shiro. We're gonna be idols too!" Amaya pointed out.
"And composers," Shiro reminded her.
The girls had been excited to find out that they could take both the idol and composer courses at once. Though their workload would be nothing to sneeze at.
"Let's just get to class."
~~~~~~~~~~A few minutes later~~~~~~~~~~
"There!" Amaya cried out as she pointed towards their classroom door. She burst through the door, panting heavily from the run. "We're here sens-!…eh?" No decipherable teacher was in sight just yet, but all the students were giving her annoyed and questionable looks. She glared at Shiro as she flushed in embarrassment, "And you were SO worried about being late!"
Shiro sighed in exasperation. "Just go sit down."
Amaya crossed her arms and turned away. "You know I'm right," she argued under her breath.
Shiro turned to the rest of the class, offered a bow and said, "Gomen, minna. She's just an idiot."
"Hey, I heard you!" Amaya snapped.
"No shit, I just told the whole class. Of course you could hear me," Shiro deadpanned.
"Well…yea. But it was still mean!"
"And that's why you have me around."
Amaya threw up her hands in defeat and made her way towards an empty seat.
In spite of her words, Shiro took the seat next to her.
Boredom quickly took over as Amaya glanced around the room, looking at all the other chattering students, almost certain that most of them were currently talking about her strange outburst. A little disappointed sigh escaped her as she noticed that the cute blue-eyed boy from the hall was not here. She leaned over to Shiro and whispered, "So when do you think the sensei is getting he-,"
Suddenly, the curtains drew shut, darkening the room. Multicolored spotlights flitted across the ceiling, causing everyone to look up in awe. "Good morning!" A sprightly voice called out. Seemingly out of nowhere, a very, very, very feminine man in a large pink wig appeared. "Alright everyone, take your seats!" he ordered cheerfully. "I am the very maidenly Ringo Tsukimiya! I'm in charge of this class. Call me Ringo-sensei!"
As the rest of the room gasped at the sight of the popular crossdressing idol, Shiro's eye twitched in disbelief. "Is anyone at this school normal?"
"Why do they need to be normal?" Amaya asked excitedly, not taking her eyes off Ringo-sensei. "That's what makes this school more fun!"
Shiro gave her friend a deathly glare…as usual. "The principal made my eyes bleed."
"…Okay, you got me there," Amaya agreed, shuttering at the memory of the grotesque, eccentric man. "But this school wouldn't be here if it weren't for him, so he deserves our respect in that regard."
"…True," Shiro concurred reluctantly. "Damnit."
"What, were you planning on assassinating him or something?" Amaya asked jokingly.
Shiro only gave her a stone-faced glance.
Amaya swallowed at the menacing gleam in her friend's eye. "Sorry I asked."
"Shiro!" Ringo-sensei called out unexpectedly.
The entire class turned toward the short newcomer.
Shit. Shiro cursed mentally, feeling trapped. She stood up from her seat. "Yes, sensei?" she said calmly.
"Why don't you do us the honor of playing the first score of the year on the piano?" Ringo-sensei asked brightly.
Motherfucking bitch, I don't wanna! Her less than pragmatic conscience screamed. "Sure sensei," she replied as she made her way to the piano at the back of the class. She sat down and looked at the sheet music before her, not quite making out the notes. There was a long pause and many suspicious whispers throughout the room until at last she said, "Amaya?"
"Eh?" Amaya inquired, looking up at her friend.
"Let me borrow your glasses," Shrio ordered passively.
Amaya frowned. "That was a command. I did not hear a 'please'!" she argued.
Shiro's eye twitched as an angry vein ticked on her forehead. "Let me borrow your glasses, please."
"That's better!" Amaya exclaimed with a smile as she handed Shiro her thin wire frames.
Without a word, Shiro took them and put them on. The air in the room buzzed as people held back their laughter.
"Now where's my 'thank you'?" Amaya provoked with a triumphant grin.
Shiro gave her a cold stare in return.
Amaya flinched and backed away. "I'm gonna sit down now."
When Amaya took her seat again, Shiro at last began to play. A beautiful melody replaced the chorus of the student's whispers. The soft, slow tune seemed to send warm, comforting vibrations throughout the room.
How ironic, Amaya thought, considering her nature.
All seemed to be going well, until Shiro hit a single sour note. Though no one else seemed to take much notice, this did not comfort her in the least. Nonetheless, Shiro did not falter in her playing, but she inwardly cursed herself for her mistake.
As she at last finished the melody, the class clapped politely, including Ringo-sensei. "That was great, Shiro!" he commended. Shiro offered no verbal or visual reaction to the praise as she returned to her seat.
"You play so amazingly, Shiro!" Amaya added delightfully.
Shiro's scowl was even more seething than usual. "Don't you ever say that unless it's true!" she snarled.
"Eep!" Amaya cried as she shrank back. "You're so scary sometimes Shiro," she muttered, trying to regain some of her dignity.
"So what? I know I am," Shiro replied snidely.
"You're hopeless," Amaya sighed, turning her attention back to the front.
"Hmm," Shiro grunted. I can't believe I failed so hard! she internally bawled. But I have to keep trying, if I want to be an idol…
~~~~~~~~~~Later, at lunch hour~~~~~~~~~~
"Classes on the first day were never this interesting back in middle school!" Amaya exclaimed enthusiastically. "But what's up with all that 'no love allowed' nonsense?"
"Everyone here is training to be a professional," Shiro pointed out. "You can't do that when you're distracted."
"Well yea, love can be distracting," Amaya reluctantly agreed. "But it can also be inspiring!" She threw her arms out with flourish. "Love has inspired some of the most captivating melodies of our time!"
"Okay, then what happens when their heart gets broken?" Shiro retorted cynically.
Amaya slumped in annoyance at her friend's ongoing stream of pessimism. "Well…it's…bad. But, heartbreak has inspired some beautiful work too!"
"Well it's been my experience that when people go through heartbreak they fall into a deep depression, and never get anything done," Shiro replied.
Amaya deflated and groaned. "Hopeless," she sighed. In an attempt to release her frustration, she bonked Shiro hard on the head.
"Owww!" Shiro cried. "What'd I do?"
Amaya smiled. "Oh good! You're awake!" she exclaimed.
Those who surrounded the two looked on in confusion, but otherwise kept walking.
"What are you babbling about now?" Shiro asked, sounding more befuddled than angry now. (a/n Amaya: For the record, she's only a massive bitch in the morning. But when she starts to wake up around lunch, she's a lot nicer…at least in tone. Shiro: Yea, my choice of words still suck. …But I mean them to be nice!)
"You know what I'm talking about," Amaya replied simply.
"Owww, why'd you have to bonk so hard?"
"Cause you never look on the bright side!"
Shiro stared blankly at her friend, and stubbornly replied, "Well it still is a distraction you know. In any case, we should probably stick to the rules for now."
"Yea I guess," Amaya sighed in defeat. "We just got here, and I guess we don't want to get kicked out too fast."
Shiro raised her brow in suspicion. "'We'?"
"Well, we're in this together right?" Amaya said with enthusiasm.
Slowly, Shiro averted her eyes. "Suuuuure…"
"You don't sound sure," Amaya muttered to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar flash of platinum gold. She turned to see the sprinting boy from this morning talking to a girl with strange yellowish eyes. It's him, she thought as she stared in wonder. Suddenly, her hands tightened into fists and her teeth gnashed together. "You know what Shiro?" she said eerily.
"Whaaaat?" Shiro groaned apprehensively.
Amaya was silent for a few more moments. But then she inhaled deeply as if to shout…which she did. "Screw the rules!" she yelled, pointing to the blue-eyed boy. "I will make him mine!"
"I don't like where this is going," Shiro cried comically from the embarrassment of everyone staring at them.
Amaya too froze as she recognized the confusion of the crowd. "That was louder than I intended!" she tried to explain to everyone. They all simply shook their heads and turned away. Miraculously, despite the loudness of Amaya's voice, the blue eyed boy did not seem to hear her. She sighed in relief.
After the girls got their lunches and sat down, Amaya could not stop herself from staring at him from across the cafeteria. He's so far away, she lamented. Look at me, look at me, look at me!
Mortified by her friend's display, Shiro hid her face and trembled slightly. "Amaya, stop," she begged.
"I can't help it, he's just so cute!" Amaya exclaimed, her cheeks reddening.
"But you're making people stare at us…again!" Shiro whined, on the verge of tears as she felt dozens of eyes upon her.
"They're not staring at us…they're staring at me!" Amaya corrected. Usually, she would be at least half as petrified as Shiro, but those stares didn't seem to matter. "But I don't care anymore," she sighed contently, looking at the blue-eyed boy.
"I…hate…you so much right now!" Shiro half-sobbed, half growled.
At that moment, another more distant pair of eyes fell upon Shiro.
"That's nice," Amaya breathed obliviously, not taking her eyes off him.
"You're so cute!"
Shiro looked up in terror at the man standing over her. It was the other guy from this morning with the unsettling smile!
Her terror intensified as he threw his arms around her, excitedly chattering, "So small! So cute!" Horrified comical tears began to flow down her face.
Amaya broke her gaze long enough to be startled by her friend's predicament. "Shiro!" she cried. She turned to the one with the unsettling smile. "Where did you come from?!"
But the man seemed oblivious to her as he still clung happily to Shiro, who had gone limp in his grasp.
"Natsuki!" An angry voice called out in warning. "Put her down! You're scaring her!"
"Eh?!" Amaya looked up in alarm, recognizing the voice. Her eyes grew wide. It's him.
"Oh!" the one called Natsuki dropped Shiro, and smiled as if he were innocent. "Sorry, it's just that when I see something so small and cute, I can't help myself!" he explained.
"You better learn to help yourself!" Syo scolded.
Even more tears flowed down Shiro's face as she thought, Why does everyone have to bring up my size?
Amaya seemed frozen in her seat as she watched her blue-eyed boy scold Natsuki vigorously. He's so cute when he's angry. She clenched her fists tightly, drawing in a forced breath. Suddenly, she bolted out of her seat "Is your name Syo?!" she shouted in question, pointing dramatically to him and nearly touching his face.
"Uh…yes?" Syo replied cautiously.
Heat suddenly blossomed across Amaya's face. Even his name is short and cute. She thought back to all the songs she had written in the past. The words seemed to flow easily then. But now she could not think of a thing to say! It felt as if everyone around her could hear her rapidly increasing heartbeat. Say something say something say something! But then the irrational part of her mind took over…
"Yoink!"
Amaya's chair nearly toppled over as she suddenly bolted for the cafeteria door.
For whatever reason, Syo felt as if his head had gotten lighter. "Eh?" He reached up to find that something was missing… "Hey! My hat!" Immediately, he made a dash for Amaya.
Delirium still possessed Amaya's fragile mind. He's chasing me! She thought joyfully as she clutched the hat to her chest. But in a jolt, her sanity (what little of it there was) returned to her. What am I doing?! He thinks I'm insane! (a/n Shiro: You kind of are, Amaya!) "I'm sorry!" she shouted as she tossed the hat behind her, not slowing her run as she exited the cafeteria for the day.
Syo's hat floated to the floor, causing him to stop. He stared after the quickly disappearing Amaya, dumbfounded at what had just transpired. He picked up his hat and turned around, finding that nearly half the cafeteria was looking at him with an odd expression. "What just happened?" he muttered as his brow twitched in irritation.
Back where the odd chase scene had started, Shiro sat slumped in her chair as she sighed. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she whispered to herself, "She left me here…alone…with people!" I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE DID THIS! I'M GONNA KILL THAT BITCH! She mentally raged, fire in her other half's eyes. She clenched her hand so hard around her fork that if she were to let go of it, imprints of her hand could be shown on the metal.
Little known to her, a stoic bluenette was watching the scene unfold, placidly drinking his tea.
END AUTHOR'S NOTE: Shiro: We have entered a new fandom, Amaya!
Amaya: Indeed. Aren't you glad I showed you this anime?
Shiro: YEEES! MASATO-SAMA!
Amaya: Umm….spoiler alert? Anyway, it's fun being the more crazy one for once! Now I see why Shiro does it all the time!
Shiro: You are only young in my ways grasshopper. *bow*
Amaya: Teach me oh great one!
Shiro: …I want a cookie!
Amaya: …Weeeell anyway! We hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new series! We'll see you at the next chapter!
Both: *sexy voice* Are you ready?