A/N: Couldn't resist more Pearl stories! An AU where Pearl, Blue Pearl, and Yellow Pearl were made in the same Kindergarten and were "sisters." They all grow a close bond to each other when being trained and decided to keep in touch secretly through letters when they are sent to their respective Diamonds. All takes place pre-Rebellion. This is in no way connected to "Renegade Pearl." Remember favorite, follow, and review!

When Pearls first emerged, they were blank slates, unremarkable and certainly not aesthetically pleasing. They hadn't been specially customized yet, so every Pearl looked drab and ordinary at first, with colorless hair and monochromatic tunics. They each were purely identical to each other: short hair, pale skin, graceful, lithe bodies designed for dancing, round innocent eyes, pointed noses, and perfect dainty hands.

After being hauled away from their Kindergartens, they were placed in training facilities, to mold them into becoming flawless servants. They were taught that they were little toys for their masters, their worth and value determined by them and them only. They were chastised into submission, learning that one mistake could lead to them being shattered.

Strive for perfection.

Your master's happiness is your only duty.

Nothing else should matter.

Not even your own happiness.

These words were drilled into their heads. There was a set of rules every Pearl must follow. Breaking them meant being broken themselves.

Your master expects you to be flawless, so never disappoint.

Every command from your master must be followed, no matter how grueling or humiliating.

Do not listen to anyone else's command, unless instructed.

Do not pay attention to other occupations; you could never be capable of doing it.

Every Pearl must learn of their value: they are common, they are expendable. Their master will not hesitate to shatter them. They shouldn't expect to live long, because perfection can always be improved and renovated.

As much as they were alike, each Pearl had their differences from each other; they were just forced to hide it. Each Pearl in the training facility had their own story, but no one could ever bother to listen to it.

But that can change.

Three Pearls; each of them made on the planet Atheros, a terrestrial inner planet in the Geode System, each of them a little different from one another; this is their story.

How they met, how they grew together, how they were torn apart.

They considered themselves to be sisters, coming from the same planet and the same Kindergarten.

No one could care less about their sorrow, except for each other. No one could ever know them as much as they knew about each other. They were never afraid, because they had each other. Bonds like that were unbreakable . . .

. . . at least that's what they thought at first.

The so-called "sisters" didn't like referring to each other with their serial numbers; those were too long and tedious to say. So they liked calling each other Eldest, Middle, and Youngest, according to when exactly they popped out of the once-rich Atheros soil.

The eldest was undeniably curious. She often snuck out of her rest chambers to view all the bustling work outside of their facility. When their trainer wasn't looking, she often mocked her, if only briefly and silently. She was often scolded, getting into trouble because she did something that was wrong in the eyes of her trainer and didn't believe her actions deserved punishment. She never regretted her transgressions, always smiling after being rightfully chastised. If anything, she liked being rebellious.

The other Pearls shook their heads in her direction, not wanting to get involved with her. She didn't care about the hostility directed at her; her sisters never got mad at her, so she ignored the others' discontent.

The middle sister emerged only a few minutes after the eldest, that fact often riled her up; mostly because she liked believing that she was the leader. She was short-tempered and bossy, scolding her older sister when she got in trouble. But of course, she would never hold a grudge. She was a strict rule-follower and took pride in being a Pearl, something that was especially rare. The eldest liked to joke that she was just as bad as the trainers.

She didn't like showing it; but the middle one cared very much about her sisters' safety. She was definitely the most hostile between them, but she showed her gratitude towards them once in a while.

The youngest one was perfect in the eyes of her superiors. She was graceful, quiet, and never spoke unless spoken to, and according to the trainers, that was what the perfect Pearl should be. Even when the trainers weren't looking in her direction; she was still silent and pristine, simply out of her own preference. But she did little, unnoticeable things that would earn her punishment if done loudly, such as laughing softly at her older sister's mockery of Homeworld or allowing herself to peek out a window to admire the night sky.

She was the most sensitive out of the three; often the first one to cry. Her sisters had their pride to hold onto; she didn't. Since the trainers didn't want any of their Pearls to show emotion; the youth covered her eyes with a blanket of hair to conceal her pain and sorrow.

Her older sisters worried about her the most. While the eldest could easily protect herself and the middle could talk her way out of trouble, the youngest sister broke down the easiest. She was fragile and delicate; anybody could take a snap at her if they wanted.

They made a promise to keep her safe, no matter how far apart they were from each other.

The day had finally come.

Dismissal Day: when all those centuries of training finally ended, and each Pearl was sent to their masters.

The day before, Pearls were assigned their masters and customized according to the holographic design the Kindergartners were sent. Now every Pearl had their own color scheme and hairstyle.

They were still identical in a way; each one possessing some form of short pixie-cut and sheer tulle garment. But not one of them complained, since it was the first time they ever looked unique.

It was also the first time they shed their serial numbers; now being referred to by "(insert master's name)'s Pearl."

Since then, the Atheros trio decided to rename themselves for the sake of it.

The eldest sister was renamed White.

The middle sister was renamed Yellow.

And the youngest sister was renamed Blue.

Their new names corresponded with their new color schemes and masters. Coincidentally, they were all assigned Diamonds, the highest rank a Pearl could ever be assigned to.

"It's an honor you should value," their Kindergartners said.

Yellow arrogantly believed that they were chosen for the Diamonds because they were the best out of the batch.

White denied that, saying it was only a coincidence. Every Pearl was of the same value and model, so their names were merely picked out of a bowl.

Blue's opinion of it was unheard, but one could conclude she was afraid.

All the Pearls gathered in the lobby to bid each other goodbye and to get a glimpse of what the outside world looked like. Their Kindergartners surrounded them, staring at their screens to prepare the next batch of Pearls.

White was surprised when she was suddenly embraced by her youngest sister in a tight hug that was so unlike the stoic Blue.

"I'm going to miss you," Blue mumbled into her sister's neck.

She was closely followed by Yellow, who pried her off the eldest sister.

"This isn't the last time we'll be seeing each other," Yellow informed. "We're Diamond's Pearls, and the Diamond Authority surely meets each other once in a while."

"This is the first time we'll be apart," Blue sniffled, gripping onto Yellow's waist and burying her face into her older sister's shoulder.

Yellow was never fond of physical contact, but she always made an exception for her little sister.

"I, for one, am excited," White boasted. "Finally, we're allowed outside of this pathetic facility."

"Shush," Yellow scolded, holding a finger to her lips. "The Kindergartners could hear!"

"They wouldn't care," White replied, shrugging her shoulders. "They're too busy preparing the next batch of Pearls. They're just as excited to see us go."

"You look beautiful," Blue commented on White's new outfit.

"It's still pretty drab in my opinion," White complained, fingering her colorless skirt. At first, she was excited to be personalized, but was shocked to see that White Diamond's design was just as boring as her old form.

Her hair now took on a pale silver color and was styled in a feathery pixie cut, brushed away from her face. She wore a pale tunic with a sheer wrap skirt that barely brushed her thighs; underneath it was a pair of gray leggings. A pair of gray ballet slippers adorned her feet. She envied her sisters' brighter color schemes.

"I think we look fantastic," Yellow bragged. Her new golden hair was styled in a bob-like fashion, similar to Yellow Diamond's iconic hair. Her clothes consisted of a light olive leotard with a keyhole neckline and frilly yellow sleeves that resembled the wings of a butterfly, yellow stockings, and a pair of cream-colored ballet flats.

Surprisingly, Blue Diamond let her Pearl keep her long bangs, since it was a style common in her court. Blue was clad in a strapless blue bodice with a flowing skirt made of a sheer fabric that reached her knees. She was barefoot and her color scheme was purely frost blue. Her eyes were a sparkling cerulean, but it didn't really matter since it was concealed behind a curtain of hair.

"You don't think we'll end up forgetting each other, right?" Blue whispered.

"That could never happen," White reassured.

"Not in a million years," Yellow added.

"We'll be so far apart," Blue quivered. "And you know what the Kindergartners say, once we are assigned, nobody but our masters will matter."

"We'll keep in touch," White chimed in. "We'll be given communicators to contact other Diamonds and we can talk to each other then. If not, letters will work."

"That'll take decades," Yellow whined.

"Better than being cut off from each other entirely," White retorted. "The Diamonds only meet each other during crisis, so we'll likely be planets away from each other. But we'll manage. We won't forget each other. We won't abandon each other. Promise me that."

"As long as you promise you won't get shattered on the first day," Yellow snorted. "You'll get me all worried and that is not attractive."

"That's sweet," White replied, knowing that was about as sentimental as Yellow could be.

Several bells began to chime, signaling that was time to be loaded onto the ship that would deliver them to their respective masters.

"It's time," Yellow gulped.

The three sisters all stared at each other uncomfortably. White pressed her lips together, trying to think of what to say. Yellow crossed her arms, pretending not to care but failing miserably.

Finally, the silence was broken by Blue.

"Together?" she asked, putting her hand in the middle of their circle.

White and Yellow smiled at her and put their hands in.

"Together," they all chanted.

A/N: The next chapters will be letters written by the sisters to each other. Rose will be included in this story. Don't forget to review, I'll probably update faster that way!