Teirra: Alright! On with the show--or OS, or whatever! Confused!

Ame: *sighs* You're too weird! You can NOT be my creator.

Teirra: Of course I can! Be careful what you say, cause I can always give Ikuto to Amu…

Ikuto: Don't be so harsh, Teirra-chan…

Teirra: *faints*

Ame: There she goes. Thanks, Ikuto! Now whose going to do the Disclaimer?

Ikuto: I'll do it. Alright, Teirra-chan does not own Shugo chara or any of the characters, only the plot and her own imagination induced in the story. Nor does she own any of the song lyrics or references she may or may not use for Ame or Utau, see as how she doesn't know the Japanese lyrics.

Ame:…I love it when you do that *waves fan to wake Teirra*…

Ame's story!

Chapter one: The starting of myself…

Ame's POV

I rolled over to the sound of my phone vibrating, rubbing the dust of my sleep away from my eyes. My plush room of vibrant reds and melancholy grays did NOT help my headache, but I shoved the throbbing sensation to the outskirts of my conscience as I picked up my cell phone. I groaned as I remembered why I had my phone set to alarm for school--I became outraged with my standard alarm and chunked it at the wall. The pieces were still there, lying in a twisted heap of now scrap metal.

I raised my head and rotated it to stretch the muscles in my neck as I prepared to get dressed. Of course, I was at the high school now, finally, so I had a new uniform to try on. I glared menacingly at the skirt they expected me to wear, the black fabric clashing with the soft silver blue borders, hoping futilely that the board may consider letting me where the boys uniform, or at least pants. Maybe I could pull so strings with my Star status…

"Ame."

A cool feminine voice chirped at me from my left ear, and I saw the fist Shugo Chara that had hatched from my two eggs. A silver head of fur, pulled back into a funky braid that made her long hair short--much like my white hair--dangerous cat paws, cute cat ears, a swishing tail with a red string that tied around the tip of her tail that held three different strings with jingling little gold bells, her eyes pierced me with an angry sort of malicious edge that normally came with her yellow silver tint.

"Mina. You know very well I hate skirts, much less that puffy thing." I threw myself in front of a body length mirror, critiquing the body before me. She was pretty, I had to give her that. Her cloud colored hair shone in an uncharacteristic way as she pulled her waist length elbow length locks up and twisted them around into Mina's fashion--in a strange little butterfly bow with strands still too long to fit falling down. The jacket of the uniform fit snuggly to her body, pulling in tightly at her waist before her skirt took over with little crosses and lacy patterns. Her chest felt tight in the white dress shirt under the jacket, I knew. She opted to wear onyx leggings, something I deeply agreed with, seeing as how I hated it when guys looked at me down there, but something she and I had to deal with regularly.

But it was her face that sort of threw me off. She wore no make up, of course. She had the infamous Gold Hinamori Eyes that glared back in defiance, her small nose, her firm jaw set with anxiety. Her eyebrows tapered down in a strange expression. I could help but wonder what she was trying to figure out.

"If you don't hurry, you'll be late." My second, energetic and blissful chara informed. She had a lavish pink dress on and a sketch pad in one hand, her green hair pulled up to one side, and glasses framing her face. Her green eyes scorched me with happiness, so much as to where I had to smile, if only for her sake.

"Alright, Karasu." I closed my eyes in an attempt to shake her feeling, trudging out my room, waving bye to my little sister Amu and her three charas, Ran, Miki, and Su, and then out onto the street, Mina on my shoulder for protection. Being a cat had it's advantages, it seems.

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School was boring. School didn't mean much to me. If Mama hadn't wanted me to come back from my work as Hoshina Utau's Rival in the art of Pop Rock, I would still be there, working my butt off so I could finally triumph her in the top ten. She had me by like, five fans.

But I couldn't say I wasn't grateful to Mama. I 'd sort of been wanting to break free of my busy work schedule. I glance at Mina on the corner of my desk, curled into a ball as she napped. I smiled faintly. That urge of freedom had been the trigger to create Mina, to escape all of the world's troublesome little details. A stray cat, so to say.

A ruler slammed down onto my desk, making Mina screech in protest and I ripped my eyes to the man holding the dangerous school tool. My teacher, Nadamaru-sensei was glaring at me angrily from behind his square glasses.

"Himamori-san! If you want to daydream in my class, at least do it when I'm not standing right in front of you!" …It's Hinamori-san sir. "Now if you'd please answer the question on the board."…And No, I'm not free. Not from this life, as hard as I try with Mina.

He motioned to the blackboard with all the little chalk stains and the complex math problem. I stood, flushing slightly as I worked the problem out immediately in my head. The answer was simple, even for an advanced problem. I picked up the chalk and wrote a big, fat 0 beside the equal sign, then returned to my daydreaming in my seat.

What was I doing with my life? Other than chasing after my ultimate goal and fantasizing about a boy who hasn't noticed me yet, despite my title, I hadn't done anything yet. I want to do something important to help someone, to be someone, and more importantly, to figure out for once and for all who the hell I was inside.

That afternoon was the day all of it started. That afternoon was when I realized who I was inside, or at least, set me on the track to figuring it out.

That afternoon was the start of myself.

Teirra: Whoa! That's so short! Especially on Fanfic. I'm just going to have to learn how to lengthen mine out a little.

Ame: Wow, you're awake already? And what's the deal with me thinking about some other girl in a mirror? The girl is me right?

Teirra: Of course. Anyway, Ikuto, take it away!

Ikuto: Rate and review please! Don't be afraid to tell her how horrible she is!

Teirra: Hey!