-1A/N: Okay, so most of you are either waiting on new stories from me, or you just so happened to come across another one of my awesome fan fictions.

This one is to the Sailor Moon fans. It's all about Haruka and Michiru. To the fans of the two most incredible Sailor Senshi, please don't flame me on certain parts.

Contains rape, language, and some sweet lemons.

Title: Beginnings

Chapter: 1

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Haruka brushed her fingers through her sandy golden hair. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, slipping on her uniform jacket for school. She eyed the mirror, giving herself a fake smile before grabbing the keys to her motorcycle. She went out the door to her apartment, locking it behind her. She ran down the flight of stairs of the two story building. In the parking lot next to the apartment, stood her navy blue bike. Pulling her helmet on, she mounted her bike, turning on the engine. Leveling out, she pulled out of the small parking lot and sped towards the high school.

Haruka pulled in front of the school, turning off the engine to the motorcycle. She heard some giggling from the freshmen girls, but put it out of her head. There was one freshmen girl that she was keeping an eye out for, but none of the silly ones standing nearby.

"Haruka!"

Haruka turned around to see a another freshmen girl running towards her. Haruka smiled warmly as the sea-green haired girl smiled back.

"Michiru, how are you today?"

"I'm just wonderful, Haruka."

Haruka smiled at her again. Michiru was much shorter than Haruka, her wavy hair gracing her shoulders.

Michiru placed a hand on Haruka's shoulder. Haruka always smiled at her kindly, treated her as though she were special. But Michiru knew her current boyfriend hated Haruka. All the man did was say how Haruka was just posing as a woman to win the hearts of other women. Michiru knew he didn't make any sense, but she would usually ignore him.

"Michiru?"

She snapped out of her thoughts, seeing Haruka look down at her, a look of concern across her face.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright?" Haruka leaned down, looking into Michiru's eyes.

"I'm fine. We should head to class now." Michiru smiled, leading the way up the stairs to go inside. The first bell had begun to ring, chiming throughout the school. Haruka opened the door to her and Michiru's advanced Japanese class. The second bell had begun to ring as Michiru took her seat and Haruka took her's, behind Michiru. Michiru turned around for a quick moment, smiling at Haruka and turning back around as the teacher sensei came into the room.

Haruka felt as bored as usual. She lightly drummed her fingers on the desk, listening to the teacher with the monotone voice. It was a freshmen class, but seeing that Haruka had decided to skip most of her own freshmen year, she was making it up in her sophomore year. She softly chewed on her pencil, blankly staring at the back of Michiru's head.

Michiru could tell Haruka was bored, she always was. She giggled to herself.

"Miss Michiru, is there something that you wish to share with the class?"

Michiru could feel a small blush crawling across her face.

"No teacher-sensei, I apologize." Michiru felt her blush starting to disappear as the teacher turned to continue writing on the board.

Michiru quietly tore a piece of paper from a notebook, writing on it.

Haruka cleared from her daze as a folded note was slid onto her desk. She looked at Michiru, then back at the note. Unfolding Michiru's note, she smiled.

"Let's go to the café today after school. Unless you want to study tonight?"

Haruka smiled, writing something on the backside of the note, slipping it on Michiru's shoulder. Michiru felt Haruka's warm hand and took the note.

"Sure. But your place though, mine is a mess."

Michiru smiled and nodded.

Haruka went back to her daydreaming, not paying attention for the rest of the class. She sighed as the bell finally had rang once more, telling the students to go to their next class. Haruka stood up, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. Michiru had already left.

"She's avoiding me.."

Haruka sighed out loud. The giggling persisted as Haruka left the classroom. It seemed to follow her everywhere she went. Boys were always picking fights with her because all the girls wanted someone like Haruka. She almost hated all the attention.

"Haruka." She whipped her head around to a familiar voice.

Setsuna was standing nearby, looking right at Haruka.

"Setsuna, I didn't think I'd see you here anymore. I thought you transferred to Crossroads High."

Setsuna shook her head, her dark forest green hair flowing along her waist. Setsuna was a senior now, she had been the only one of the girls that Haruka could stand to be around. She was a mature young woman, ready to graduate and set out into the world.

"Haruka, so who is this young lady I've been hearing about? All the rumors are that you made a friend from the first year students. I'm glad, meeting new people is important."

Haruka shrugged at Setsuna, as she twirled her keys on her index finger.

"Yeah, Michiru. She's a good friend now." Haruka turned around heading towards the front doors of the school, "I'm too bored today to pay any attention in class. I'm going for a ride."

Setsuna gently laughed, shaking her head.

"The same old Haruka, that's for sure."

Haruka smirked. She knew Setsuna would normally lecture her about being in class in order to pass, but she also knew Setsuna would let her go anyways. Waving goodbye to her friend, she walked out the front doors of the school, down the stairs towards her motorcycle. She put on her helmet, getting on her bike once more. Starting up the engine, Haruka smiled. She loved her bike, loved racing and speed was her best friend.

Michiru looked out the window of her class in time to see Haruka speeding off.

'I hope she doesn't forget. We're meeting later."

A/N: So….how's that for now? It's going to be a short one though, not as many chapters as my Inuyasha story. But it does have a plot to it, short and sweet….most of it.