Note: I do not own sailor moon or any characters in this fan fiction, other than Akira Aito.
The halls of Juban High were buzzing with excitement by the time Haruka and Michiru got to school. As they made their way to their lockers they could hear bits and pieces of multiple conversations happening around them.
"I can't believe he is going to be coming here!" They heard one girl say to another, her voice screeching with obvious excitement
"…I'm so excited, and he is so cute", said another girl, whose friends formed a tight circle around an opened locker.
"I know", screeched the girl's red headed friend, "I've seen all of his movies".
Haruka leaned against her locker as she stared off into space, her face held a displeased expression. Michiru stared at Haruka with softness in her eyes. "What's wrong love?" Michiru asked. She was staring at Haruka's face- examining her exquisite features. Although they had been together so long, Michiru was always astonished by her lover's beauty.
"Nothing" Haruka replied." this morning has just been a little odd, haven't you noticed?" she asked staring into her lover's eyes.
Michiru closed her locker and held her books tightly to her chest. " Maybe a little bit..." Michiru started leaning gently into Haruka, " but I must say I am intrigued, I wonder who they're all talking about" Haruka sent a hard stare, Michiru smiled at her causing the blonde to soften.
Haruka took Michiru's books holding them firmly under one arm, draping the other over Michiru's shoulder as they walked.
Usagi saw them walking towards her, and ran up to them full of excitement.
"Ohayo Kaioh-san, Ten'ou-kun" she greeted the two with hugs and a big smile.
"Ohayo" replied Haruka and Michiru in unison.
"Usagi…" Haruka began, " What's that?" she pointed, making note of the large rolled up paper Usagi clutched firmly in her hand.
Usagi gasped in excitement. She thought they would never ask. She carefully unrolled a large poster of a strikingly handsome man. He had short-cropped black hair, deep blue eyes and was wearing a black suit jacket with no shirt underneath and a pair of stone washed jeans. Usagi looked back and forth between Michiru, Haruka and her poster.
Michiru marveled at the man's seemingly flawless appearance, Haruka glanced at Michiru whose eyes were fixed on the poster. Michiru's expression sparked slight jealousy in Haruka.
"Who's that?" Haruka asked her voice was dry and slightly harsh.
Usagi's jaw dropped to the floor. "Who is that?" she repeated. "That is none other than Akira Aito, Actor 'slash' model!" she waited for the pair to laugh in recognition, but their faces remained slightly confused, though Michiru's also seemed intrigued.
Just then the bell rang and Usagi parted ways with the couple. Haruka and Michiru walked quietly to Michiru's first class.
"Here…" Michiru began, taking her books from Haruka. " You better not be late again" she smiled and winked playfully. Haruka sighed. After placing a soft kiss on Michiru's forehead, she turned around and walked down the hall to her classroom.
-In the principle's office-
Ami sat quietly facing the principle's desk, her hands shook violently in her lap. She couldn't be anything but nervous. It wasn't everyday that the principle requested her presence.
"Calm down miss. Mizuno" the principle laughed. "This isn't about anything bad"
With that, Ami felt reassured, her body relaxing and she began to feel more comfortable, despite the cold wooden chair on which she sat. She became quite confused. "But sir, if this hasn't anything to do with my academic performance, then why have you called me here?"
"Well miss Mizuno, I'm not sure if you've heard but we are getting a new student at Juban this semester". His face became more serious as he straightened his back and interlocked his fingers atop his desk.
" Hai! Aito, Akira-kun, if i'm not mistaken" she said.
She hadn't noticed the man who stood quietly in the shadows against the wall behind her. He walked gracefully into the light that shone through the windows and stood beside her chair.
" Please, just call me Akira". He said softly, extending his hand, which Ami took without question.
"A-Ami" she choked out.
As their hands touched, Ami couldn't help but feel an attraction to this new student. Akira bent down slightly and raised Ami's hand to his lips. Ami stared at him; she didn't expect that, especially from a stranger.
Ami stared at his face, his strong jaw line and perfect lips made her shiver, and his smooth skin was accompanied perfectly by his cropped black hair and stunning blue eyes. Ami found herself lost in his eyes, the deep blue color held a warmth and friendliness that she couldn't explain; but there was something else, something charming and mysterious.
Ami's conscious mind left her with images of her and Akira together, alone.
"Ami-san?" Ami was suddenly pulled from her reverie
Realizing that she still held Akira's hand she quickly let go and blushed feverishly. The smiling Akira winked at the blushing Ami and sat on the arm of the chair beside her. Ami felt so embarrassed, her hand was shaking in her lap. Akira took note of this nervous reaction and gently took her hand in his. Ami froze. she felt the heat of embarrassment creeping across her cheeks. Akira leaned closer to Ami, his lips barely touching her cheek. "There is no reason be embarrassed", he whispered softly into her ear.
"Well…" the principle said clearing his throat, slightly embarrassed himself. "You two should get to class".
Akira stood up to help Ami out of her seat. He looked back at the principle and extended his hand, which the principle politely shook. Then Akira placed that hand on the small of Ami's back as he held the door and guided her through.
To be continued…