I love the Haruka/Michiru pairing, so please don't eat me for breaking them up! And I'm even more sorry for making Michiru a bitch… But you know o.o Someone has to be the badguy. I mean girl.

I do love Haruka/Michiru, but I'm actually pretty fond of the Haruka/Usagi pairing too. Don't ask me how I suddenly got back into Sailor Moon, I don't know either xD

Anyway, I don't own the characters etc etc blah blah you know how it goes. On to my first Haruka/Usagi fic!

"Isn't there anything I can do to make this right?"

The words echoed in Haruka's head. Michiru had sounded so sincere – she'd really sounded sorry this time. But in the heat of the moment, Haruka had just stormed out of her lovers apartment. That had been last night – it was now 11.00am. She was late for school, and hadn't rung in to say she'd be away. She was in her yellow Ferrari. She had been driving all night, and had only recently pulled over by a café to grab a coffee. Sipping the hot drink through the plastic top, she leant on her steering wheel. Michiru had been unfaithful many times before, but Haruka had always taken her back, even when she didn't quite believe the sea-senshi's apologies and promises of future faithfulness. This time she'd stormed out before she could be seduced. She knew somewhere inside that Michiru was using her for the apartment and her convenience. She knew that the woman had long since stopped loving her. Maybe in the beginning it had been love, but that had faded along with their warrior lives. There was no passion between them anymore.

But despite all that, Haruka knew that by that evening they'd have made up and be lovers the same as ever. And that annoyed her, but she was powerless against it.

"Haruka-san!" A cheerful voice called. Haruka looked around, seeing Usagi standing on the sidewalk beside the passenger door. "What are you doing here? Isn't you apartment on the other side of town?" Haruka regarded the blonde-haired girl silently for a moment. Usagi more often than not had her hair in a pony-tail now, and rarely had them in her odango's of old. That wasn't the only change. Mamoru had left for the US, and Usagi was alone in their apartment. She was in her last year of high school, and had already been offered a place at one of the leading colleges. Haruka didn't quite have to force her smile. Usagi always made her want to smile.

"Unless you've moved within the last week then I'm pretty sure yours is also on the other side of town, Usagi-chan." Haruka teased.

"Mou..! Haruka-san!" Usagi pouted, an echo of her younger, more childish self. "This café does the best walnut cake in town." Usagi admitted, blushing. There was one thing that definitely hadn't changed. She still ate enough to fill up seven people. Haruka couldn't help laughing, despite herself.

"Well then, go and get your cake to take away and I'll give you a lift home." Haruka offered. Usagi beamed, and then ran inside the café. Haruka sighed in the silence left behind, feeling oddly like she'd been plunged into a bucket of cold water. It always felt warmer when Usagi was around.

Once again left to her own thoughts, Haruka sighed and leant back into her seat. Glancing back, her eyes caught on Michiru's sketchpad. Reaching back, Haruka checked that Usagi was still leaning over the café counter and then pulled the sketchpad onto her lap. Opening it, she skipped a few blank pages and came straight to the picture of her. The first one Michiru had drawn, of Haruka in blue, being rustled by the wind. Taking only a moment to recall the innocence of their first encounter, she flipped the page. It was a picture of a muscular man with big eyes. The next was of Seiya. Many followed that, all different kinds of men. Haruka knew that Michiru had slept with every one of them. It made her wonder why Michiru would leave the sketchpad lying around in her car. Maybe she wanted to see how far she could push before Haruka lost it? Closing the sketchbook, Haruka tossed it haphazardly into the backseat foot well.

"Haruka-san, am I allowed to eat in your car?" Usagi asked, her arms full of boxes of cake.

"I think I can let it pass for you, Kitten." Haruka teased with a smile. Usagi grinned and leapt into the front seat, opening a box and lifting a plastic fork from inside. Haruka released the hand-break and sped away.

A teeny taster chappie. I've started on the second, but no promises for when it'll be! Hope you enjoyed this, please review ^^