Author's Note: OMG this is my first highskewl fic, so like, be nice!!!!..! lol it's gunna be FF/Yugioh/SailorMoon crossover! My frends told me this was an awsum idea, so I'm riting it! Oh and I don't own Britney Sprs, or her song, but it's one of my favs!! However, I do own my original char, Amathera, so don't stel her! Read and revw plz!

Chapter One

Amathera sighed dramatically as she stared at her reflection, intent fiery crimson eyes staring back. It was her first day at her new high school, having been transferred about twenty times this year; well, to be honest, she had been kicked out for fighting. Some of her fellow classmates had not seen eye to eye with her about certain issues, and she had found it appropriate to set them straight.

No one else saw her perspective though, and so here she was, going through the drama of being introduced to another school.

Despite the fact that this school had a uniform, Amathera was rebellious by nature, and thus wore her own clothes, carefully picked for such an occasion. Her slender, perky form was clothed in a form-fitting, low-cut tank top showing off her glorious décolletage, a snug mini-skirt struggling to keep her covered. Her long, glittery, silver hair flowed past her shoulders in waves, curling around her bosom and emanated a pleasant scent of strawberries and flowers. Her skin was pale, creamy and smooth, a single birthmark resting on her jawline that did not detract from her obvious beauty. She had chosen to wear all black this morning, to fit her mood and emphasize the pale sheen of her skin.

"Hurry up!" a voice called from downstairs. "You're going to be late, Thera!!!!"

"Coming, mother!" Amathera called, her voice sounding like a dozen songbirds. She stared at her reflection for another few moments before snatching up her posh Guuci (note: omg I am not sure how to spel that lol) schoolbag and dashing downstairs. She gave her mother a quick peck on the cheek, threw on her shoes, snatched up her lunch, and darted out the door calling a quick goodbye to her father, who was in the kitchen reading the paper.

The weather was beautiful, the sun shining, the breeze light and airy. A few other students were also out walking; she knew they were students by the class uniforms they were wearing. Her crimson eyes darkened lightly at the sight, before she heaved a weary sigh and straightened her shoulders. No use wallowing in her past, now, was there?

Clutching her bag tightly, Amathera glanced around at her surroundings as she neared the school, feeling an itch between her shoulders. She spotted a strange student, leaning against a concrete wall covered with graffiti. He had spiky white hair and tan skin, a rather nasty scar trailing down from one eye and crossed over with two more scars. He was dressed in the school uniform, but his jacket was unbuttoned, as was most of his shirt.

His eyes were as deep crimson as her own, and they were fastened onto her scantily-clad form as if she were a lone star in the night sky.

Amathera gasped, her heart beating faster; he looked just like her old boyfriend!

Well, except for the whole tan, scarred, and badass-vibe part.

Rubbing her arms briskly and nearly dropping her Gucci bag in the process, Amathera scurried into the school, brushing past dozens of students without really seeing them. She quickly made her way to her homeroom, surprised to see it empty.

"Where is everybody?" she asked aloud, staring around in amazement. "Oh well; this means I can pick my own seat!!!" Giggling like the schoolgirl she was, she proceeded to flop down into one seat after another before finding one that suited her perfectly. She then perched in it artfully, stretching out her legs to display them cutely.

Time ticked by slowly, and she began to grow bored, so she decided to sing a little song; after all, it did not seem as if anyone was coming into the classroom soon, and she knew she had a good voice.

Calling out your name

Your face is everywhere

I'm reaching out to you

To find that you're not there

I wake up every night

To see the state I'm in

It's like an endless fight

I never seem to win…

She did not notice as a student slipped in, blue hair tied back in a ponytail and an angsty expression on his face. He was wearing a pair of baggy black pants that threatened to fall off of his narrow hips at any moment, so weighed down by chains it was, and a black shirt with the words "APC" emblazoned across it in bright red lettering. He had a spiked collar and a cross hanging from his throat on a thin chain. He paused when he noticed the slight girl singing, but did not interrupt her.

I can't go on as long as I believe

Can't let go when I keep wondering

Where are you now?

What have you found?

Where is your heart

When I'm not around?

Where are you now?

You gotta let me know

Oh baby

So I can let you go...

She is pretty good, he thought to himself. He briefly considered all the ways he could kill her and dispose of her pretty body, but quickly checked himself; he was far too angst-ridden to do anything of the sort, plus he was ugly, a wimp, and a loser. He twitched, feeling an insane urge to burn the school down and trap all of its occupants inside, listening to their desperate screams as he sat outside in safety, laughing as their stupid, pathetic little lived were purged from the world forever. A wadded up piece of paper flew into his head, hitting him with an audible thwack! that somehow did not disturb the girl's first-class singing. He rubbed the back of his head and wallowed in a sea of self-pity.

I can hear your voice

The ring of yesterday

It seems so close to me

But yet so far away

I should let it out

And save what's left of me

And close the doors of time

Revive my dignity

But I can't go on as long as I believe

Can't let go when I keep wondering...

A few more students filed in: a short boy with spiky, multi-colored hair and an open smile; a girl with bright blonde hair done up in two buns, eyes a crystal blue, stuffing a donut into her mouth; a mousy girl with short blue hair and a laptop; and a tall, handsome boy with short blonde hair, tannish skin, and lovely blue eyes. Of course she did not notice the newcomers, so wrapped up in her song, but they noticed her, stopping dead and listening with awe.

Where are you now?

What have you found?

Where is your heart

When I'm not around?

Tell me where are you now?

You gotta let me know

Oh baby

So I can let you go

I should let it out

It's time to let you go

Oh baby

I just wanna know…

Her eyes closed and her head tilted back slightly as she belted out the last verses, her voice reverberating off the walls of the classroom. The tall, tanned boy stared at her appreciatively.

Where are you now?

What have you found?

Where is your heart

When I'm not around?

Where are you now?

You gotta let me know

Oh baby

So I can let you go…

As her voice drifted off, she was startled back to reality by applause. She jerked violently and stared towards the doorway, where several students stood staring at her. A blush crossed her features prettily as she quickly dismissed the blue-haired boy and instead, her eyes locked on the tall blonde boy, who had a slight smirk on his face.

"You have a beautiful voice!" the blonde girl said, before stuffing another pasty into her mouth. The rest echoed her comment, save for the blue-haired boy, who had taken to his seat and sat sulking, muttering under his breath and pulling out a notebook with the word "DEATH" written on it.

"T-thank you," she stammered, her blush deepening.

"Hn," came a deep, husky voice from behind the group. "It wasn't THAT great."

She stiffened as the boy she had seen outside stalked into the classroom, gazing around as if he owned the place. He sat at the far back corner, propping his feet up on the chair in front of him and looking smug.

She gave a start as someone touched her shoulder gently.

"Don't listen to him," a girl said, smiling brightly. She had black hair done up in an elaborate bun and dark eyes; her uniform top strained across her chest. "I'm Lulu," she said, extending her hand.

"Amathera," she replied shyly, gently taking the girls hand in hers and squeezing.

Lulu smiled. "Pretty name," she said with a wink, keeping the girl's hand in hers a little longer than necessary. "I'm guessing you're new?"

"Yup."

Lulu gestured around. "I suppose I'll let you know who's who then," she said brightly; her dark eyes gazed at her shrewdly, completely belying her friendly tone. "That's Usagi," she said, pointing to the blonde who was busy stuffing herself with pasties between whining about failing the last test and having not done her homework. "The blue-haired girl with her is her friend Ami. They're not the most popular people."

Amathera nodded, glancing at the girls and shrugging.

"That boy over there," Lulu continued, pointing to the blue-haired boy who looked like he was on the verge of either crying or committing rampant homicide, "Is Seymour. He's a big loser and a total perv, so don't pay any attention to him." He seemed to hear, for he paused in his moping to glare dagger at the two girls; Amathera blinked in surprise at his sudden change in personality. She did not have much time to consider it, however, for Lulu did not wait for the smaller girl's thoughts to tread down that path.

"That's Yuugi," she said, gesturing to the small, pointy-haired blonde sitting way up front, chatting happily with a few other people. "The rest of them are his friends; they are unimportant as well. You will find that most people are unimportant here. Now, that blonde over in the corner…I noticed the way you looked at him. Well, his name is Tidus, and he has all the girls after him."

"Really?" Amathera asked, feeling another blush sneak up on her. Oh my god he is so hot!!!!!! There is no way I have a chance with someone like him.

Lulu eyed her, tilting her head to the side, a few wisps of pitch black hair falling across her cheek. Her eyes traveled up and down Amathera's slender form, smiling slightly in approval. Gasping at the surprising wave of pleasure that pervaded her entire being at that one simple smile, Amathera grasped at something to divert her attention.

"Who is that?" she asked frantically, pointing rudely at the tan boy in the back of the room.

"That?" Lulu asked, blinking before looking back. "That's Touzoku."

"Tou…zoku?" she asked, feeling her heart skip a beat and her mouth go dry.

At that moment, the teacher walked in, a bright, portly fellow who bellowed for everyone to shut up so he could take attendance.

"We have a new student!" he exclaimed at the top of his lungs. His beady eyes found Amathera easily, and he gestured her to the front of the room. "Don't be shy; introduce yourself!!!"

Amathera sighed and fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, staring at the now-full classroom with wide eyes. She tried to ignore the murmuring of the students, loud enough for her to hear.

"Man she's pretty!"

"Yeah, she definitely is, and she sings like a pro!"

"Oh my god, I love her hair! I wonder what her name is!!!!"

Yuugi stared in wide-eyed amazement as he heard a voice exclaim in his head: "Aibou, that's my wife!!!! She had finally returned to me!"

Amathera really hated this part. She took a deep breath and prepared her speech.

OMG there's the frst chapie, lol. Did u all like it?! Lol omg what is Thera gunna do?!?! And why is that white-haired guy so mean 2 her ?! ?! lol and what duz yami mean she's his wife?!?! well I'm gunna make u all wait for the next chappie so r&r plz k thx bye!