Ve1's note: I really tried to get this chapter done before Breeze and I ran off to New York for Spring Break. But I didn't so sorry for the delay. And yeah, in the fifth paragraph of chapter 4 that was a spelling mistake I made on purpose. Chris doesn't use correct grammar all the time; she's got her own lingo.

Okay, my chapter updates are going to be even slower. I'm working on a Naruto AMV, which is taking a ridiculously long amount of time. And I'm working on a novel, yes a book, I'm making it way better quality than any of my fanfics too. The chapters are nice and long, full of action packed fighting. So says my friends, anyway that takes up a lot of time too. On top of that is Algebra. Evil, out-to-get-me Algebra. I also had to attend 'Math Olympics' because I'm supposedly am good at Math. I came in thirteenth place, though there were only twelve people I was up against. And that took up all the time I had planned to use to finish this chapter! (rips hair out)

Disclaimer: I don't own Angelic Layer

Claire trotted into her homeroom, in the usual perky way she cried, "Gooooooood Morning!" the rest of the Seakittie students didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Though Chris, who also had Algebra first thing in the morning looked up and nodded a good morning. Chris was still a little tired from the weekend and the battles, and dancing, and… the list just went on.

Her parents found out she left the house for a sleepover and were angry, for some reason. She really hadn't done anything bad. She came home as soon as she woke up and checked on the house, let the dogs in and re-locked everything just incase. So she was up till all hours being lectured on how-to-be more responsible.

Miyako only got in trouble for her room being a mess after their sleepover and she hadn't done her homework till that night. She still seemed a little grumpy from the whole gum thing. Rick passed her in the hall earlier and started laughing again and went off to tell his friends about it. By eight thirty it was posted on a bulletin board in large red letters on neon yellow paper. So it was kind of hard to miss.

Smoothing out her black and blue skirt Claire took a seat, placing her pink, book-covered books in the desk next to Chris. "So what's up?"

"The ceiling." The tomboy next to her replied, in a grumbling sort of tone.

"No silly! I mean what's new?"

"I know what you mean I was being sarcastic."

"Sooo…?"

"So what?"

"You haven't answered my question yet Chris!" Claire's vast amount of patience was starting to become thin.

The brunette heard her friend heave a sigh before opening her mouth to speak, "Nothing much. Miyako and I have been practicing for the show," On a DDR machine she mentally noted, "We bought a voice maker for Metallica and Haru and…"

Claire cut her off, "You bought a Angel Voice Creator!"

"Yeah."

"Can I borrow it?"

"Sure, I'll give it to you after practice today?"

"That would be great!"

The teacher who stumbled in interrupted their conversation, "Class! Quiet down and take your seats!" Chris and Claire were the only ones to quiet down; everyone else got louder, making the teacher very angry. "QUIET YOU HOOLIGANS!"

A cricket began chirping from outside the window as suddenly even turned to face Mrs. Turner in silence.

"Very good. Now class today we will be learning about…" she turned back into a very quiet happy-go-lucky teacher, and didn't seemed to mind the terrified looks on her pupils' faces.

Oscar's Dance Studio, 5:03 pm

"Did ya bring it?" Claire asked excitedly, while poking Chris's arm.

"Yeah." From her gym bag she pulled out the box the Angel Voice Creator was stored in. "Now would you stop poking me?"

The dance teacher, Oscar, glanced over in Claire and Chris's direction. Out of curiosity he silently joined their little group to get a better look at the box. "Is that one of those Angelic Layer things?" he asked.

Oscar was a really nice guy. He opened the studio awhile back, and his first three students were a little quiet red head, and tomboyish blonde, and a cheerful brunette. He always gave Miyako, Chris, and Claire special attention, though no one seemed to notice. Oscar had dark colored skin and gray eyes. He usually wore a black muscle shirt, black sweat pants, and a black, spandex, bandana like thing. (I think it's called a doo rag or something oo )

Claire nodded, "Yeah! We started playing a few days ago."

"My son just started playing, the tyke's not bad for a seven year old." Oscar grinned.

"Maybe we'll battle him someday!" Claire dug in her bag and pulled out Shanti to show her teacher. "This is my Angel, Shanti."

Oscar studied the doll for a moment, "A ballerina? I'm not surprised since its Claire." His grin widened as the brunette fake-pouted. He next studied Metallica, which Chris has dug out. His eye's first fell on the black and blue sword the Angel held, "You might want to put that away, parents might be worried that it's real. Once again, I'm not exactly surprised. They both look excellent." For a moment they were all silent, "Where's Miyako?"

"Not sure." Chris and Claire replied.

Miyako's House, 5:25 pm

The red head stared wide-eyed at the laminated card in her hand. Since Piffle Princess wasn't too far away they had managed to send her Angel Card in impressive time. "I got my Angel Card…"

Deus Haya Miyako

Angel Haru

Even though it as just a simple red card it meant so much. "Hey! You know what Haru? We can enter real tournaments now!" she paused, glancing at her watch, "Oops… I forgot about practice today… I know the routine anyway so I'm sure Oscar won't mind."

She rolled over on her bed, picked up her remote and turned the TV on. Apparently Angelic Layer was so popular it had it's own channel. The first thing that showed up on the screen was a fight going on between a star spangled, pink-haired Angel and a huge green-haired Angel with a pink dress. "I wonder which Angels are fighting?" Miyako wondered.

The balance Angel wasn't doing so well in this fight. The bigger Angel kept blocking all her attacks. She leapt backward staring coldly at her opponent.

The Angel's Deus, a tall brunette seemed really worried, she was fidgeting with her fingers. She took a deep breath and calmed down, sending her Angel back into the fight. The larger, Power Angel grinned, grabbing the other Angel by a fist that was ready to punch.

In an instant the Angel swung her other arm around but the Power Angel also caught that. She then swung her leg up in another attempt to attack, but that was blocked when the Power Angel shifted her arm and blocked it. Only having one other leg to attack with she made a final attempt, this time putting all she could into her kick, which was successful. The Power Angel was forced to let her grip go and was blown out of the layer.

"WHOA!" Miyako stared at the screen. "THAT WAS AWESOME!" She rolled back over on her bed to talk to Haru; even though it was kind of pointless talking to a doll, "Don't you think that was cool Haru?"

She blinked, and then turned red from embarrassment, "Wait! Why AM I talking to you?"

"Our next battle will be between…" the announer said.

Miyako squealed, which was very un-Miyako-ish, "Cool! Another battle!" the red head glanced back at her TV.

A red haired Angel in a long kimono was battling a blue Angel. They wre both doing very well throughout the whole match, which only lasted a few thirty seconds. The red haired Angel shed her robes to become faster and quickly knocked the enemy out of the layer.

Her emerald eyes grew wide, "That was awesome too!" Miyako was being very un-Miyako today. Squealing, showing emotion, and actually being excited for once was all something Claire would do. This thought came to her, why do I act all excited when I'm watching and playing this game?

It reminded her of something she wrote down a while back. Sliding down the ladder on her bed and stepping over to her desk, Miyako pulled a small black, and yellow book. It was very old, the silver sharpie on the front that read, Miyako's Diary, had begun to fade.

I haven't looked at this in awhile. My old sixth grade diary, how I missed it. Sitting down in her chair she flipped a light on her desk on. Flipping to an entry that was book marked Miyako began to read to herself.

December 7, sixth grade, fifth period

Dear Diary,

I just realized something! It may sound kind of silly but I've noticed that Claire, Chris, and I have begun to sort of bleed into each other's lives. I'll explain.

I always take a wooden, cooking, hammer thing and always hit my ramen a good few times to make sure it's broken up. I find it easier to eat that way. For lunch I was at Chris's house. We decided to have ramen, she pulled out two Maruchan© bags and started hitting them with a mallet. I know that Chris never used to do this before.

When Claire was over at my house for dinner (which was spaghetti) a while ago, I found myself twirling the noodles in my fork. I never, ever used to do this. I found slurping the spaghetti more fun. So I have picked up one of Claire's habits.

Before school I noticed Claire was getting picked on, like usual. A couple of really tall guys took her favorite, pink-colored, binder and were tossing it around. Before she would always sit down and cry, but today she waltzed right up to one of the guys, and slapped him. He automatically dropped the binder and recoiled backwards. I remember that same approach being used by Chris once, same situation except she marched up to one and slapped him.

Anyways I just wanted to write this down. I'm rather sure there are more things I've picked up from my friends.

She smiled at her memories. I guess I must be becoming more cheerful like Claire or something.

Stealing a glance at Haru, Miyako grinned. "I've finished all my homework, and there's another public tournament today. Let's go by ourselves and try some of your own moves." She picked up her Angel, the silver bass guitar and was out of the door in a flash.

6:03, Beach Public Tournament

Shani dodged every punch thrown at her. She was so graceful, so light. It seemed as though she wasn't putting any effort at all into the battle.

The enemy, Angel Karah, who was dressed from head to toe in a red, peacock outfit, was having a hard time in this battle. It was impossible to lay a finger on this Angel! Shani was just too light. Just a little too light. Karah had been built with a maximum emphasis on speed too, so why couldn't she keep up?

Karah's Deus, Amelia, was horrified when her Angel threw a punch and Shani caught it. With the same lifeless look Shani wore through the whole battle she pulled Karah forward and pushed her out of the layer. The ballerina Angel won.

"Angel Shani wins the match! Karah couldn't even lay a finger on this graceful ballerina!"

"We did it Shani!" Claire squealed excited. The ballerina looked up at her Deus, eyes halfway closed as if she were sleepy. On Sunday Claire's brothers had gotten a hold of Shani and messed up the joints in her eyes. She could only open them halfway now. Claire still loved her Angel anyway, at least they didn't mess up her mouth joints, and so Shani could still smile!

Miyako, who had been watching in the crowd, clapped softly and flashed a smile. She'd already signed up for a battle and was going to be up soon.

"Next, we have Deus Lila and Angel Loki. Versus Deus Miyako and Angel Haru!" the announcer read off a card that was handed to him.

The red head trotted up on stage, with Haru on her shoulder. Her opponent, Lila, was a girl much older than herself. She looked Asian; she had black hair and black eyes, but also had a warm smile. Angel Loki, was an Angel looked about the same height as Haru, probably the same parameters, with blonde hair. She wore a blue ball gown type outfit, long blue gloves, and a tiara in her hair.

"Good luck," Lila said sending Miyako another smile.

"Likewise." Miyako nodded.

"Angels to the Layer!"

The silver haired Angel and blonde Angel both fell in.

"Weapons may be used in this fight. Now… Angelic Fight!"

Haru instantly went on the defensive, Loki didn't have a weapon but she was coming at Haru with a punch. Ready to pull the guitar up and onto her shoulder so she could attack Loki with it, Haru accidentally strummed a few notes. And they were pretty loud ones too. The Layer began to rumble as the deep, low sounds came from the little Angel.

Surprisingly Loki lost some hit points. This gave Miyako an idea, do that again…

The silver haired Angel plucked the strings in no particular order, sending more loud, rumbling sounds to shake the Layer. The enemy Angel lost her balance and fell on her back. Bingo!

Dropping the bass Haru darted over before Loki could make another move. She swung her leg down and dealt Loki a sharp blow to the side. Her hit points dropped dramatically. The enemy landed a few inches from the edge of the layer, and in a flash tumbled to the floor as Haru attacked again.

"Victory Haru!" the announcer ended the match with a wave of his hand.