Chapter Two

Disclaimer- Like I said, I don't own Princess Tutu or any characters. Oh, except for Diana.

Fakir- So, who's this Diana?

Ahiru- Yes, Fakir, who IS this Diana?

Fakir- I seriously don't know! Princess Ahiru better have an answer for this!

PA- What's going on?

Fakir- I-

Ahiru- (clears throat)

Fakir- We…want to know who this Diana is.

Ahiru- Yes, who is this girl?

PA- Ehehe, um… (Gulps and sweat drops) Let's just get to the story!

Ahiru- Whatever…

The morning was dawning and I could feel myself heavily lift my eyelids open. Bright lights shined on my eyes, and I immediately shut them again. After what seemed like forever, I rose and stretched my arms high above my head.

Yawning, I remembered last night's events. Fakir and me talked about what would happen. I was going to school with him today. Though I didn't want to, I had to. If I was left at home, Charon would see me, and we were planning to explain tonight on who I am.

Satisfied that Fakir had gotten me a separate room and had gone to a store. I never knew some stores could be open so late. I had some good clothes, enough to save me for a day or two.

Shifting and dangling my legs over my bed, I glanced at the clock and sweat dropped. "I'm late! Fakir's probably waiting for me already!"

This was like old times. Being late, it felt good. I thought I would never say that, but it brought back memories. Being late, and Neko-sensei saying I'd have to marry him. Things were going to be different.

By the time I was done with these thoughts, I was dressed in a new uniform. Yes, the store sold uniforms. This new town was quite convenient. I liked it so far. Plus Fakir's house was much larger. Charon would never notice me until tonight since there are so many rooms to search in.

I stared at myself in the mirror again and decided I didn't like my hair down. I tied it in a braid like before, and I smiled. That looked more like me than ever. I mean when I was three years younger.

Glad, I rushed down the stairs and bolted out the door. Squealing when I nearly ran into Fakir, I looked up at him and he sighed.

"It's about time. I was about to leave," he said, looking down at me.

"Deal with it." I noticed I had a new voice. It was more mature, and if you looked real deep into it, it was singsong. It was slightly lower, but still high-pitched. My attitude changed too. I'd never say anything like that to Fakir. But he only shrugged and started to walk.

I sniffed and followed him. "What's my name in this new school?"

"You are still Ahiru. You always will be," Fakir replied frostily. But I felt warmth in it when he told me I'd always be the same me.

"What's my part?"

"You're my girlfriend." He looked away from me. I could tell he was blushing. Badly. Knowing he'd hate it if I protested and he got rejected at this offer, I smiled and shrugged.

"Whatever." He turned at looked at me, then he put it aside.

"You'll be in exactly the same classes as me. I can't let you get out of sight. You never know if this human spell thing will last. You could change into a duck during a class," Fakir went on, walking along the path in the woods.

"Okay. What seven classes? Or was it six?" I sniffed, confused. I didn't like school and after three years of no school at all, it was easy to forget.

"Oddly, this school only gives six. There's math, science, history, health, etc. The basics. After school, we both have ballet, then we go home and we should be back at the house by"- he looked at his watch-"Four."

I could live with this schedule. "Sure," I replied hastily.

"Pretend you're my girlfriend."

"I really am though right?" I questioned.

He was silent for a moment. "Yeah. Now, wrap your arms around mine and lean against me. I want to try something."

I was really confused now. "Why?" He sighed with a tired expression.

"We're approaching the school. Hurry, before it slips."

I did what he told me too, but was even more confused. "Before what slips?"

"Just watch."

We approached the school, and the yard was bustling with kids. Several girls looked at me, with jealous expression plastered to their face. I could hear some girls whispering stuff like, "Wow, Diana's gonna be mad," and, "That's girls in deep trouble!"

I was worried, so I looked up at Fakir and asked, "What's going on, Fakir-san? Tell me."

He chuckled. "Just watch, Ahiru."

We kept walking and stopped in the middle of the courtyard. It wasn't long before a girl who had a face that was oval-shaped. Her hair, that was the same color as Fakir's, framed her face even more than mine. She had no freckles, like me, and her eyes were the color of dark grass.

She was slightly taller than me, and was slim. She was beautiful. But, not to brag, I really had to admit, she wasn't as pretty as me. No wonder other girls where jealous. This must be that Diana they were whispering of.

"Fakir, how nice to see you!" she said coldly. She smiled at him, but glared at me. Walking towards us, she put a hand on his shoulder. "Who's this, Fakir? When did you meet her?"

"Three years ago," he smirked. He must've been trying to make her jealous. I got his game, so I squeezed him tighter. I tried to follow along.

"This is Ahiru, my girlfriend." Diana winced at that. "I've been with her for all of those three years. We met in the town I moved to earlier."

"Fakir-sama? Who's this?" I asked, trying to get in his game. He seemed pleased. I let go of his arm and he wrapped it around me. I felt warm in his embrace.

"This is Diana, Ahiru. My old girlfriend. I used to live here before. So she's my old girlfriend." Diana winced again. She hated the sound of the words, "Old girlfriend." She deeply reminded me of Rue.

"Oh," was all I had to say. I stared at Diana for a while. She only glared back.

"Well, I'll be going now. The bell's ready to ring," she replied, pretending not to notice I was there. "Bye-bye Fakir-san." Glaring at me one last time, she spun around and walked off toward one of the three building that surrounded the courtyard. The one to the right of us.

"Good job, Ahiru," Fakir finally said. Then we started to walk to the center building. "You followed along perfectly."

"Were we supposed to make her jealous?" I questioned, blinking up at him, still letting him hold his arms around me.

"Yeah. She was always so clingy of me. I actually used to like her, I think." I laughed at that. I wasn't surprised he didn't like her anymore. She had a bad attitude.

Once we reached inside the building and got to our lockers, which, fortunately, were next to each other. We let go of each other and opened them. Fakir had done a combination for me and told it to me. After all, we couldn't be several feet away from each other, all at times. Anything could happen.

Apparently, he had put textbooks inside the locker as well. I shrank back in a disgusted manner. "Fakir, we need to decorate this locker."

"Then do so. Our first class is math. Get everything you need." He slammed his locker shut and waited. Grabbing my math textbooks and the notes Fakir had taken for me, I shut the locker, unlike Fakir, calmly, and sighed.

"I'm ready."

"You'll be introduced as a new student. Be ready to give good first impressions," Fakir replied, turning around to walk down the busy hall. "The bell is going to ring real soon. We have to hurry." He started to walk faster. I struggled to keep up with him.

We had to rush up two flights of stairs and down three hallways to get to math. I was panting by the time we got there. We stood in front of a chestnut door that had a sign that said, "Mrs. Neko, math." Interesting. Neko-sensei and Mrs. Neko. I liked that for a reason.

Fakir grabbed my hand and walked in. The loud, noisy class suddenly stopped to look at us. I could feel the blood rush to my face.

"Fakir, why are they starring at us?" I whispered desperately. Suddenly, a loud thump came from a desk in the class. And there was Diana.

"Why, hello, Fakir-sama, glad you could make it with…" she started. She added the coldest voice I've ever heard to my name, "Ahiru." It felt like the room suddenly got chillier and my body was shivering of the cold.

"Just don't try to get her in trouble, Diana," Fakir stated as he sat down. He plopped me down in the empty seat beside him.

"It's okay. I won't. I'll treat her like my best friend," Diana smirked. Her green eyes were icy, and her thin lips quivered into a cold smile. Her pale skin seemed to get paler, and I was suddenly afraid of her.

Fakir only replied to this by becoming deadly silent.

"Fakir?" I blinked. I turned to face him, but a hand was placed on my shoulder. Startled, I jumped and faced a friendly face. It was warm and inviting. Nothing like Diana's.

"Hi," said a sweet clear voice. "You're in a pretty big mess aren't you?" I was facing the heart-shaped face of a girl who was about as tall as me. Her ocean green hair was down and it rushed to the middle of her back. Baby blue eyes stared at me in curiosity and I suddenly felt warm and safe. The girl seemed friendly.

"I'm Mirabelle." She held out a hand. I took it, and got a more clear view of her face. Round glasses were perched upon her nose, and it looked like she could befriend anybody. Even Diana if she was lucky.

"I know your problem, Ahiru. Diana is trying to make you break up with Fakir. It happens every time. Just don't listen to that preppy beautiful freak; she'll lead you the wrong way. Oh, and good catch, Fakir is a pretty good person."

"Oh," was all I could say. Then the bell rang. Loudly. Then a young woman stepped in. She looked exactly like Mirabelle. Like twins. Her hair was slightly lighter though, and her eyes were larger. The only difference was that she didn't have glasses. Plus freckles, like me.

"That's my mom," Mirabelle whispered behind me. "She's real nice, just don't get on her bad side."

"Mrs. Neko!" a loud voice said from the back. I automatically recognized it as Diana. "We have a new student."

Mrs. Neko smiled warmly, like Mirabelle, at me and nodded. "Welcome…" She struggled to find out my name. Apparently, nobody had told her yet.

"Ahiru," I suddenly said. I sniffed and took a quick glance at Fakir. He was staring straight at the teacher.

"Ahiru, welcome. Now, we will begin our class with…" The class was slow. I really didn't care much about school. But I oddly became smarter. Every time I was asked a question, and I wasn't even paying attention, I could answer it with a snap. Honestly, school wasn't much to me. What duck would be able to get a scholarship?

Classes passed, and then came after school ballet. As Fakir and I walked in, I saw a quick glance of Mytho and Rue's face in the crowd that was piling up to get in. I gasped and tears welled up in my eyes. "Rue? Mytho?"

Fakir- Diana is my ex-girlfriend?

Ahiru- Fakir! How could you?

Fakir- W-what? (sputters amd backs up against a wall as Ahiru growls savagely at him)

PA- Hope you enjoyed the chappie!

Both- NO!

Fakir- Don't ever make another chapter like that again!

Ahiru- Yes, please don't!

PA- Whatever. You should just know that Diana's just made up ya know.

Both, again- JUST DON'T WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER LIKE THAT!

PA- Okay, okay! So, please get ready to enjoy the next chappie!

Both- Remember, PA!