In the first author's note I said I would try to keep the character's personalities the same as in the anime but I think that might be problematic so just take them as I distort them. I always forget the disclaimers so let me just squeeze this in. And thanks for being patient school gets very hectic in the last few days as many know.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Princess Tutu.

Ms. Cat was pacing the floor of the small balcony that overlooks the dance area, her tail twitching angrily and her ears perked up for the sound of the door opening. She didn't start classes until everyone was present, and very often the class would wait patiently for Fakir.

Ms. Cat's niece, a silver tabby, got up from the floor and padded softly over to the penguin at the piano, she timidly whispered, "Excuse me can you play some music?" The penguin nodded his head and she went back to a group of friends, to stretch her limbs to the quiet melody. Ms. Cat wanted to be sure her students still got a chance to practice, so she often let them work on there basics so long as the music was nearly inaudible and no one talked.

Eventually, Ms. Cat caught something with her acute hearing, and crouched down low enough to be under the railing and waited to pounce. The penguin saw this and began to play the music even louder and the dancers worked as if nothing was wrong. A slight creak was drowned out by the music as the door opened a sliver. "Oh no," Came a whisper from behind the door. Fakir had pieced together the clues as he often did when everyone was working hard but Ms. Cat was nowhere to be seen.

He jumped as the teacher's voice said, "Ah, Fakir, so kind of you to join us; please come in." Fakir sighed in defeat and shuddered while pushing the door fully open. He took a few steps forward without turning to look the readying teacher in the eyes. Fakir tensed when he heard the ruffle of cloth and held his breath when he felt feet come down on his back lightly and push him forward with great force. Fakir didn't fall face-first but managed to get a foot out first to steady himself.

Those who were dancing stopped to watch the regular show put on by the two. Once Ms. Cat pushed off of Fakir she started to twirl in the air and put one forepaw down on the ground as she neared impact. She stopped immediately and leaned backwards for a controlled transition from a handstand to a stance on her feet that faced away from the unlucky child.

"Mr. Fakir, the usual punishment after classes," Ms. Cat spoke without turning to face the boy.

"Yes ma'am."

"Now, class, to begin our lesson…" Ms. Cat began as she turned and walked past where Fakir was standing in the middle of the room. She stopped and referred to Fakir over her shoulder, "Mr. Fakir, go over to your place with your friends, unless… You want to marry me!"

Fakir gave a small whimper and quickly replied, "No thank you." He then proceeded rather quickly to his spot. Ms. Cat retreated to a corner to sulk while picking at loose paint on the wall. The boy to Fakir's left, a red fox, whispered to him while Ms. Cat's back was turned, "Wow; that was close."

"I know…" Fakir grew silent when he saw Ms. Cat's ear twitch to the sound of their voices.

"But at least you're safe for now," The boy continued.

Ms. Cat recovered and began to approach the boys. "Mr. Fakir and Mr. Fox, if you have to speak, please do it outside of class or else I'll have you both marry me!"

"No ma'am!" Both boys said at the same time. Many of the girls in the class began to snicker, since the boys were too afraid of Ms. Cat's threats of marriage to laugh, as Ms. Cat rolled around on the floor.

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Fakir's usual punishment was to pretty much work as the school's maid and the principle of the school often thought of paying him for the good job. The principle considered either this or firing the entire cleaning staff, but no matter what Fakir had a job to do.

The many times of cleaning taught Fakir how to clean thoroughly but quickly. He finished within an hour and ran back to the dorms for some rest so he could wake up early.

Once he reached his room Fakir locked the door swiftly, and went over to his window seat. He pulled the small latch up and spun it so it dangled on the piece of metal that held it to the half of the window. The boy watched the latch swing absentmindedly. Soon enough his gaze wandered over to the window of seniors Rue and Ahiru… it was open.

Rue sat with one leg bent at the knee with the foot sitting on the sill and the other leg falling through the window into the room. Fakir watched as canary mama flew to rest on Rue's outstretched finger. She held the bird up so it was in front of her face. Fakir could see that her lips were moving as she spoke to the mother. His eyes wandered over to where the yellow bird's nest sat.

There were three little puffs of yellow hopping closer to the edge of the nest. Canary mama flew over to help her fledglings from their home. The first two survived and flew off to somewhere else in the town. The final chick seemed to be just stepping around carefully in the middle of the nest anxiously.

Suddenly the middle of the nest breaks out and the baby bird began to plummet to the Earth below. Rue noticed and stood en Pointe on the sill and then jumped to catch the bird. "Senior Rue!" Fakir yelled and noticed in the shadows the old man from his dream. "Hurry and help her!"

The gray-haired man turned his head and chuckled out, "Run little duck, the princess is falling to her death and I say, having one of the main characters die at the very beginning is quite useless for that story." Fakir stared wide-eyed at the man and then his body reacted without him knowing. Only when he felt the wind hitting his face did he realize he had jumped from his window, but not just any window, the window from the top story of a four story dorm. "Little duck, hurry and transform to save yourself and the princess…" The man's voice echoed out as he disappears.

Transform what is he talking about? A red light began to appear and Fakir looked down to see the pendant that holds onto his shirt was glowing. The light engulfed him and his clothing changed.

I tried to make this longer and for once I don't have writer's block it's just I've hit a small temporary road block which will be solved after a small contest on the next page which will be removed once a winner is declared. Originally, I was going to have Ms. Cat tackle Fakir but that would seem a little too odd. And you may not think 'Mr. Fox' is a creative name for a fox but think Starfox, his name is Fox McCloud.