A/N: UWAHH…! I can't believe I didn't recheck my story. This is where there might be some opposites from the actual Swan Princess. The 'Swan' Princess turns into a 'swan' at night and is human in the day, unlike the actual Swan Princess who was vice-versa .Well, this sections gonna be a bit longer, so have fun! ;)

Ash

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"And this is when the Meiji era…" the teacher blabbered.

I gave a sigh and looked out my window. I took out a pencil and doodled on my notebook. It began as a circle, but after a while of 'modifying' it, it looked like a pokemon.

"What was the name of this thing again?" I asked myself quietly.

Just then I heard someone clear their throat.

'Maybe if I pretend to not have heard it, maybe I can…' those words repeated over and over until I actually began to whisper it quietly.

"Mr. Satoshi, is there a reason why you're not listening to my class?" he asked with a frown.

I kept my head low and gave a quiet moan.

"Well?" he asked.

"N…no," I whispered quietly.

"I'll see you for detention this afternoon, Mr. Satoshi," He said loudly with a small grunt.

I looked around to find some girls laughing with their hands covering their mouths, pretending that I didn't see them. Some of the other girls quietly gossiped about me with snickers in their conversations.

The guys just laughed at me out loud.

"Have fun at detention, asshole!" one of them cheered.

My face turned deep red. I couldn't tell if I was angrier than I was embarrassed.

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I stayed after class and sat in my normal homeroom chair. I kept myself busy by imagining what the afternoon clouds looked like. It was so interesting to do that. I had always done it when I was younger. My dad told me that was how he escaped mom. I couldn't blame him. My mom was always kind of 'over protective'.

"Mr. Satoshi you may go now," Said the teacher waving his hand about as he read his novel.

"Thank you, sensei," I bowed respectively and took my book bag over my shoulder.

I stuck my hand in my pocket and noticed that it had already turned dark. The streetlights began to flicker on. The neon lights in the streets also began to flash nervously on the bar windows and doors.

I walked quicker until it felt like I was jogging.

"Nothin' beats a summer afternoon, eh?" I asked myself.

Just then, a spark flew from the side of a bush. The sparks lasted for just a second, but I noticed it. I slowed down and stopped in front of it.

"It's probably just a broken line," I told myself. I moved the leaves over to find a replica of what I drew that afternoon.

"Pikachu…".