Ve1's Note: I started this immediately after I finished my other story 'Against the Odds'. Why? I started getting emotional after I finished ATO, I have no clue why. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this one, please review and feel free to point out what would make the story better or things that I might be doing wrong. Enjoy!

-Ve1

P.S. I was kinda silly when I was writing this so if no one knows what the word jim-jam means, it means pajamas. D'oh!

Disclaimer: I don't own Angelic Layer

"This is an egg… Filled with a dream." The promo-angel burst out of the egg, landing gently on top of another egg. "You too can enter the Realm of the Angels."

"Wow. That Angel is pretty!" Claire said in her high-pitched voice.

"Yeah, but I bet it's Deus can't battle for squat. That Angel is all show." Chris snorted back at her friend. "They probably only use it for the commercial's anyway.

"Sure Chris! Just go and burst my bubble!" Claire said angrily, she turned around crossing her arms. A small sigh escaped her, "Still, I wish I could play Angelic Layer."

"What is with that stupid game? Everybody is always talking about it!" Miyako said a little louder than she wanted too. Almost everyone in the studio turned and stared at her. "I swear it's driving me nuts!" she growled.

Miyako, Chris, and Claire were best friends since second grade. They had very few fights, and almost everything yet nothing in common. The trio all attended Oscar's Dance Studio where they had been taking lessons since it opened when they were in third grade.

Chris, a tall, tough, and no nonsense kind of girl, could some times be referred to as the leader. She had bobbed platinum blonde hair, she cut it all off herself when she thought it got in the way. Her eyes were bright brown, with heavy mascara all around. Chris could be really tough, if anyone every picked on Miyako or Claire she gave them the beat down of their lives. She had a short fuse too, but to let out her anger she set up a punching bag in her basement to attack whenever she felt like it.

Claire, the short, skinny, and utterly perky girl of the group. Claire has a high-pitched voice, and is never unhappy. Her hair is long, light brown and put up in a ponytail, her bangs were cut a little unevenly so she sometimes pinned them back. Her eyes are bright blue, so they stick out prettily from her auburn hair. Claire can be considered a crybaby, she got picked on a lot, and she cried for months after a boyfriend broke up with her. Thankfully Chris always beat down anyone that even made her eyes water.

Last but not least we come to Miyako, the cool, quiet, and laid-back girl of the group. Miyako had fire engine red hair put in two high pigtails. She thinks that her hair looks horrible in any other style. Her eyes are bright emerald, but usually hidden under some loose, red, locks of hair. Nothing ever seems to bother or excite her. In short she's pretty emotionless. Miyako makes good grades but she shrugs it all off, and boys are constantly asking her on dates but she turns them all down. Miyako gets lots of 'ninja' or 'Satan worshipper' comments because she mostly wears black with tiny bits of color. Not that she wears the eyeliner, mascara or black lipstick to go with it.

Claire and Miyako were fifteen; Chris was sixteen and already had her driver's license. The trio all attended Seakittie High-School and they were all in the same grade. (The person who founded it had a last name, its not named after a 'sea' or a 'kitty'. And Chris's birthday is in October so she missed the cut off date) All were equally interested in music and dance; they had actually tried starting a band before. The latest hot topic was Angelic Layer. It had just hit Virginia Beach's shores a few days ago. Only a few people had ACTUALLY bought Angels, it wasn't very popular yet anyway. The whole Angelic Layer thing had almost driven Miyako over the edge.

"It's supposed to be the best game Japan has to offer." Claire said giving Miyako a curious look. The red head ended up just rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, supposed to be fun. It's little dolls beating up other dolls, doesn't sound HALF bad. I only wish Barbie could do that…" Chris said her Barbie comment silently.

"I say after practice we all go over to the mall and get some Angels of our own." Claire suggested. Obviously she had sunken her teeth into this and was not going to let the subject go easily.

"WHY? It's a stupid game." Miyako was pretty irritated. It took a lot to make her irritated and not the usual cool and collected Miyako.

"Miyako! Your going! Maybe if you played it and you didn't like it then you could make fun of it all you want."

"I'm not going!" she growled, relieved that Oscar told them their break was up and it was time for practice.

"I can't believe I'm going." Miyako crossed her arms. Chris smirked, she didn't want to admit it but she was actually excited about getting her own Angel.

"Stop being a grumpykins! Lighten up! It'll be fun!" Claire turned around from the passengers seat next to Chris to look at Miyako.

"We can only be there a little while, my brother needs his car back by seven and it's five forty five. It'll be six by the time we're there." The blonde said, trying to get off the subject of Angelic Layer. It was obviously putting her friend in a bad mood. She pulled into a parking spot close to the mall entrance.

With some help from Chris, Claire was able to drag a less than unwilling Miyako into the Piffle Princess store.

It was brightly lit; decorate in baby blue and white with toys as far as the eye could see. Store clerks (mostly women) were dressed in white dresses with little angel wings and bore the Piffle Princess and Angelic Layer logo. Everything was cute and frilly, to Chris's horror, and Claire's delight.

The section they were keeping an eye out for was the less powder-puffy Angelic Layer. There was a huge space reserved, it must have been muy importante (very important). Long straight Angel hair decorated the shelves, in color order in every shade imaginable. Angel eggs themselves were in the middle piled high almost to the ceiling. Accessories, Home Layers, Beginner's Guides, Angel Armor, anything and everything about Angelic Layer was all crammed in to create a dazzling display. Even Miyako was amazed.

Now slightly more willing Miyako stepped over to the Angel eggs. Chris and Claire each grabbed one and giggled to themselves, one was shoved into Miyako's hand. Claire darted off towards the pink shades of hair, while Chris went to the black shades. Miyako was left alone, to stare at this little object in her hands.

"May I help you miss?" a clerk asked Miyako's back cheerfully.

"CRAP I DIDN'T DO IT!" Miyako leapt a few inches in the air, scared. The egg went flying too; thankfully she caught it after she landed. Clutching the winged orb tightly the frightened girl spun around to look at the clerk. "Oh, uh, I was going to buy an Angel and… can you help me figure out what I'll need?"

She must have been scared, since now she wanted to buy this Angel.

"Right this way miss." The clerk rested a gentle hand on her shoulder directing Miyako to the Angel hair first.

Chris watched as her friend got scared and jumped into the air. She couldn't help but chuckle. Turning back to what she had been originally doing Chris pulled a shade of black off the shelf. It was shiny, glittery, no… metallic. In the light It changed from black to silver, how cool! She decided to go with this color. Turning back to Miyako she watched as a store clerk took her friend off to another section of the Angel hair. I'll just leave her alone. Chris thought heading off to the Angel Armor section now.

"We have a lot of new features for the American debut of Angelic Layer. Your Angel can now have a voice and have a weapon."

"Whoa…" Miyako mumbled. She twiddled with the soft, tiny, wig in her hand. She had pulled a shiny silver color off the shelf, for no apparent reason at all. "Where can I get the weapon at?"

The clerk giggled, "Right over there Miss Miyako." She bent down and whispered this part, "If you wait one second I'll show you some special weapons we just got in today!"

Miyako smiled one of her rare smiles and whispered back, "Please and Thank you."

She watched as the clerk darted behind the counter, opening up a locked drawer with a pink key. Making sure no one was looking she quickly pulled out three, beautifully crafted Angel Weapons. There was a silver bass guitar like weapon, with red strings. The second was a long, white, sword with a blue hilt and shiny blade. And one long pink baton, with purple ribbons at the top and bottom.

Instantly Miyako picked the bass guitar, it would make an interesting weapon but it felt heavy enough to do some serious damage. The clerk smiled, "Weapons can only be used in certain battles but they are handy when you can use them. That guitar can actually be played by Angels in the Layer."

The red head nodded, smiling gratefully, "Thank you so much for your help. I have to go get my Data computer, a scanner, the cord, and the armor. Thanks again!" Miyako darted, almost skipped off to the Data computers.

It seemed Claire and Chris had already made their purchases, they were outside talking up a storm. Not wanting to slow them down Miyako picked out her computer, a scanner, and armor quickly. She picked a strong lightweight armor with lots of different colors. The cord selection was hard though.

There were pink cords, black cords, blue cords, cords shaped like cat ears, and etcetera. One stuck out over the rest though, a red cord with a black music note. It seemed to just call, 'Pick Me. Pick Me.' to the red head. She snatched the cord off the shelf and ran to the cash register.

The two other girls were having a blast tormenting their friend on the way home. She had actually spent over fifty dollars on a toy. That was something very un-Miyako like. "So what weapon did you pick Miyako?" Claire asked, this time she was in the back seat and her friend in the passenger seat.

"A guitar."

The car was silent, before two voices burst out laughing.

"A GUITAR? HAHAHAHAHA!" Claire giggled up a storm, rolling back and forth, as much as she could with a seat belt on, in the back seat. "Whew… I picked a pink scepter."

"And you're laughing at me? You picked a pink stick!" Miyako fake laughed, not impressing her friends.

"I got a sword. Nothing special but it'll get the job done- Hey Miyako this is your stop!" Chris screeched to a halt, almost passing Miyako's house.

The auburn and red head flew forward, despite the seat belts. Miyako opened the door and got out, resisting the urge to yell 'LAND!'

"Open near a bathtub or sink or in a place with a drain." Miyako read the directions out loud. She was already in her bathroom with her Piffle Princess purchases and dressed in her ninja jim-jams; which were actually just black pajamas with lots of ninja stars printed on the pants. "Alright so I just open this…" The shock-absorbent liquid flowed out of the egg into her blue sink. "Wash with Luke-warm water." Miyako read while pulling the base doll from it's egg.

She paused a moment to examine the base doll, "She's kind of creepy looking." Miyako summarized after thinking for about half a minute. The rest of the shock-absorbent liquid was washed off the doll and the red head was set of the next step.

Snip. Snip. Miyako cut off some of the silver hair, back in her room of course. She didn't cut off too terribly much; she intended to braid it so she wanted it long. "Perfect!" she thought, placing the hair on the doll's head.

"Now I just put these two rings here… and…" the scanner hummed as a bright light shot between the two rings and just floated there. "Cool. Now I put her in the scanner, and wah la!"

The base doll floated in the humming scanner, and the data computer popped to life. "Please Type your name." The computer asked.

Haya, Miyako

"Speed or Power?"

Speed she selected.

"Lightweight or Heavyweight?"

Lightweight

"Balance or Defense?"

Defense

There were several different options, you could choose a minimum of two choices, and so you could have an emphasis on anything. Miyako just decided to go with all three to be on the safe side. She clicked on several different things, eye color, gender, hairstyle, and etcetera.

"Please give your Angel a name."

Haru

The scanner hummed once more, the tallish Angel rising from the scanner. Two bright crimson eyes opened, blinking and staring blankly at it's new Deus.

"Haru! I've made my Angel!" Miyako actually seemed excited about this whole Angelic Layer thing.