Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the Sailor Moon characters, though I wish I did. I could be pretty well off right about now, wouldn't you agree?

She revved her engine at the horde of people slowly making their way across the road. So this was college? Idiots' walking around in large groups was a more proper term for it. She pushed the clutch in slightly and allowed the car to drift down a slight hill, only to have her progress hindered by more people.

"Really?!" she hissed through clenched teeth. She forced her lips to move upwards in what she thought would look like a smile, but rather came off appearing as a look of utter exasperation. One girl in the midst of the crowd looked at her with a smile, but the smile faltered quickly and she moved along with the rest of the pack.

"Try to make friends, Haruka. New school, new you," she mocked her mothers words. It never really bothered her that she had little in the way of friends. Yes, there were people she knew, but she could not truly consider them a friend. Oh, but it bothered her mother. Her mother was always so upset that she never needed anyone to talk to, that the only thing she needed was a good run or a long ride on her motorcycle. She sighed.

"Who needs friends mom?" she thought out loud as she pulled into a parking space.

The room was a lot smaller than she was accustomed to. As soon as she entered the prison-style door she noticed it: white. White walls, white floor, white heater. Too much white. Thankfully the closet, dresser, beds, desks, and sink were brown. Oh, and the steel-grey prison door broke up the white a little. But only a little.

There was one closet and one dresser. There were two beds in the room, as well as two desks. There was also only on medicine cabinet. Brilliant blue eyes slowly made their way around the room, taking in every inch of the small square. She obviously was suppose to share this cell with someone, the question was, who?

"Ah, Miss Kaioh, I see you have found your room already," her chauffeur, Hiroshi, arrived at the door, his arms laden with several teal suitcases. He brought them into the room and sat them down near the closet.

"It isn't much, is it Hiroshi? I mean…it isn't home," she glanced at the small window on the opposite end of the room, which got her an excellent view of the parking lot. She sighed. No trees, no birds, just cement, a fence, and people. Damn people. Just as she went to turn away from the window, a flicker of yellow caught her attention. It was a modern style sports car with the top down due to the hot weather. Michiru's eyes strayed to the person exiting the car. He, for she assumed it was a man, had sandy blonde hair, windswept and hanging in his eyes. He was wearing a sleeve-less navy blue shirt, and a pair of loose blue jeans. Michiru tore her gaze from the window. No man had ever caught her attention like that; she had always been more attracted towards more feminine qualities.

"Is that everything Hiroshi?" she questioned, for while she had been intrigued by the man with the yellow car, he had managed to go back to the car for a second load. He carefully set his cargo next to the other pile.

"There are a few more items, though; you may want to bring those in yourself. I know how you won't even allow your own mother to touch your violin," he smiled softly at her. She brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"I should have brought it up with during the first trip, I was so excited to see my…" she glanced around the whiteness. Hiroshi nodded apologetically.

"Miss Kaioh, it could be much worse, I assure you. I'm sure that once your room mate arrives, you two will find ways to spruce it up," he stated, as she walked past him into the hall. They walked down to the car in silence, Michiru biting her lower lip. What if her room mate didn't like her? What if they didn't get along? Did they send students home if they didn't get along with their room mates? Also, would she be able to do this.
Sure, she had gone on tours, stayed in countless hotels, but she had never in her life lived with a stranger in such a close proximity. Hiroshi rested a hand on her shoulder, as if he sensed her concerns.

"If you and your room mate do not get along, they'll assign you a new one. If you weren't so dead set on getting the full "college" experience, your parents would have bought you a house nearby. Remember, you insisted that you would be fine," he said. He reached into the inner pocket of her blazer and pulled out an ice blue cell phone, tied with a red ribbon. Michiru's eyes lit up.

"How did you know I liked this phone?" she asked as she took it, and carefully undid the ribbon. She flipped it forward with her thumb, the keypad instantly visible as the screen flashed with life.

"I've been watching you hover over the display case for months. It's a welcome to college present from me. Now, will you be okay from here on out?" he inquired. Michiru nodded, and he enveloped her into a hug.

As she turned off the ignition, she slumped back into her seat. She leaned her head back against the head rest and allowed her eyes to fall closed. Before her lay the red brick building which she was to live in for the next several months. She groaned.

"Stupid scholarship. I didn't even want to come here," she slammed her palms against the steering wheel in frustration. The college she wanted to go to was a technical school, where they had a program designed specifically for students who wanted to race for a living. There was a vigorous selection process, which she had passed with ease. Then, a package arrived in the mail for her from Nippon University, in which a full scholarship was offered to her for track and field. Her mother threw away all of her paperwork for the tech school, and sent in all of the necessary paperwork to Nippon University without Haruka's knowledge. When the letter came telling Haruka that they were excited to see her at Nippon and on the nationally ranked track team, she was furious. She hadn't spoken to her mother since.

Finally, she grabbed the handle and forced herself to get out of the car. She stood there for several moments, allowing the sunlight to pour over her naked arms. Sighing, she walked to the trunk, opened it, looked inside, and shut it once more. She walked back to the driver side door and got back in. She turned the ignition on, and started to shift into gear, with her intention being to call Hiroshima Tech and explain to them what had happened. Her instincts told her not to go, but to stay here at Nippon University. She turned the car back off.

Michiru sat on the edge of her fully made bed. She had put away her clothes, made her bed, and had put everything in their proper place. Her room mate had still not shown up. She sighed, and reached for her violin case, which rested against her pillow. Suddenly, there was a key in the lock and the door swung open.

In the doorway stood Mr. Yellow Sports Car himself, though, he wasn't a him. Michiru felt her mouth fall open just a little.

"Hi, I'm Haruka, and I guess we're going to be roomies,"

A/N: Sorry for such a short first chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less! Also, since the story is set in Japan, therefore the characters would be speaking fluent Japanese, no? With this being the case, I see no point in adding random Japanese words and honorifics at the end of names. This is coming to us as a translation.

Enjoy!