Author's Note: Hey everyone, StarlitDuck here. This is the second Pretty Cure fan fiction that I am writing. I just want you all to be aware that while I write for an anime, I don't fully understand all the aspects of Japanese culture. I apologize if I get some details wrong; the last thing I want to do is offend anyone. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this

Full Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Cure or any of the characters.

Chapter 1 What To Name Her

I leaned over the table intensely as I worked on my new project. I have high hopes for this one. It's supposed to be an android who can think, reason, and feel like a regular human. Everyone I told about the project told me I was crazy. They said it was impossible, that I was aiming too close to the sun. What did I tell them in response?

"Call me crazy all you want. Personally, I take stuff like that as a compliment."

And you know what? That is the honest truth. There is a fine line between genius and insanity. Sometimes, that line is so thin that people can't even tell it's there, and they just assume that the person that they are interacting with is crazy. Well, guess what? If some people are so daft that they can't differentiate between genius and insanity, then I'm not going to waste my time and explain it to them. I'm just going to let them wallow in their ignorance and take the word "crazy" with a pinch of salt.

As I started wiring the connections that would allow my android's face to move, I heard the door to my lab open. I looked behind me and smiled. It was Aimi, my daughter. Well, if we are going to get technical we aren't biologically related. I adopted her when she was a little baby. I've always wanted a child, but the problem was that I never interacted well with women. I'm too shy.

"Hi, Papa," Aimi said. "What are you working on?"

I chuckle. I've told her that I was working on an android before, but she still likes to ask me. I try to be creative with how I answer her every time.

"I am capturing lightning in a bottle," I said, "and putting it into a mechanical human."

Aimi looked confused.

"How do you capture lightning in a bottle?" she asked. "Isn't it just light?"

"It's electricity, sweetie," I said. "It's electric current that travels through the clouds during thunderstorms."

Aimi leaned over the table. She grinned.

"I hear that lightning is hotter than the sun," she said. "It could roast you alive if you get struck."

I nodded and grinned slightly.

"And yet, there are still people who have survived lightning strikes," I said.

Aimi laughed.

"It's a miracle!" she said.

This causes me to laugh too. Truer words have never been spoken. But really, when you think about it, there are many miracles that are in this world. The ozone layer, the fact that the Earth is the perfect distance away from the sun. And that's just scratching the surface. There are a bunch of everyday miracle: finding your keys in time for work, the smile on someone's face when they see you, and the people who are in your life. I can tell you from experience that Aimi is a miracle to me.

"So, what are you going to name your robot?" Aimi asked.

"Okay first off all," I said, "it's not a robot. It's an android."

"There's a difference?" Aimi asked.

"A big one," I said. I've explained this to her before though, so I don't see the point of doing it again. "Secondly, I've only really thought of a surname."

"What is it?" Aimi asked.

I stood up straight and tall and made sure that my chest was puffed out.

"I've considered the name Amour," I said. "It means love in French."

Aimi nodded.

"So you don't have a regular name for her?" she asked.

"You don't think that Amour is a regular name?" I asked. I laughed. "You know, our surname is Traum, so I don't think you are one to talk."

Aimi stuck out her tongue at me.

"I meant a last name for her," she said. Then her face lit up. "I know! How about you call her Ruru?"

"Ruru?" I asked. "Isn't that the name of one of your dolls?"

Aimi's brow furrowed.

"Why would it matter if it is?" she asked.

I chuckled. I know to some it might seem like Aimi and I don't get along. But this is just how we interact with each other. This is one of the ways that only a father and a daughter can interact.

"I didn't say that there was anything wrong with that," I said.

Aimi's brow started to soften.

"No, that's not the name of one of my dolls," she said. "It's just a name that I think is cute."

I thought about it. I'm not sure if I'm going to name my android Ruru. I don't want a name that is "cute;" I want a name that inspires confidence. I want people to be able to hear my creation's name and instantly think "wow, that is a good name." Nevertheless, I didn't want to hurt Aimi's feelings, so I gave her a little smile.

"I'll think about it," I said.