Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon! be warned this fic is sort of a Michiru basher/Michi x Ruka bashing fic (not that I don't love this couple I just wish their relationship had more depth. I mean I thought Usagi x Mamoru's relationship was shallow, but atleast they have an excuse it's their destiny to be together.) This is very srongly a Seiya x Haruka centered fic if you don't like it make like a ball and bounce. Btw Seiya is a female in this story. BE WARNED MY FIRST DRABBLE! don't be harsh.

Haruka had spent the last two days and three nights in the house wandering some what aimlessly through each spacious room since Michiru had left her.

"Hey. Can you come over? Kay. Yes it's important I need to talk to you OK? Bye."

Haruka hung up the expensive cellphone, a gift from Michiru and the only thing, it seemed, the woman had left at their once shared home. Defeated Haruka slumped down on the couch and hung her head waiting for her guest to arrive.

Seiya arrived at Haruka's house not even a half hour after recieving her call. What did she have to go back home to anyway? Two bandmates that would irritate her and vice versa for the rest of the day. So she decided a much more fun afternoon would be seeing the woman she hadn't been able to resist since the day they met for a joint concert only a month earlier.

Seiya rapped on the door. A few seconds later it opened revealing a disheveled looking Haruka. Even her usually well groomed boyish blonde hair was a mess.

"Come in." She said shortly.

Seiya did as she was told. "Do you need a hug?" Seiya asked sympathetically.

"I need to talk to you." Haruka replied not even laughing.

"Sure. Can I sit?"

Haruka motioned toward the couch. Seiya sat. Haruka sat. And for a long time they just stared at each other until Haruka spoke up.

"She left me." Her green eyes bore into Seiya's and suddenly Seiya knew why Haruka needed her there.

"She's not coming back." Seiya said calmly.

"Why?" Haruka asked.

"Why did she leave you or why is she not coming back?" Seiya answered.

"Both."

Seiya stared at the woman and saw a side of her that she never thought she would. Vulnerability. She looked lost, sad, and lonely. Seiya wondered just how deep her feelings could run for a woman who was blander than oatmeal with no cinnamon.

Seiya had never particularly cared for Michiru when she first met the woman.

A month earlier. Rehearsal for joint concert.

Two women entered the rehearsal space. The first, a well behaved lady with blue-green hair and teal eyes. She had a pleasant way with words, but Seiya instantly sensed the snobby vibes she gave off. As the woman talked and moved Seiya noted her sense of humor: Coy. She was beautiful, she was poised, she was elegant, she was sophisticated, she was playing a classical instrument, and she was boring Seiya to tears. If there was a such thing as perfection this lady would be about as close to it as any woman could get. The Mary Sue of femmes.

But her partner on the other hand, she gave off a completely different vibe. The vibe of someone who was exciting and fun, but contained. There was a firey passion in her eyes that her teal haired companion just did not have and it drew her movements and mannerisms...she behaved like a wild horse that had been broken, and her girlfriend was no doubt the one holding the reigns. Seiya couldn't help, but think: She'd be better off with me...

"Seiya!" Haruka said suddenly. Seiya was snapped out of her daze.

"Ahem ano gomen. Michiru, she was a perfectionist?"

Haruka seemed a little surprised by the question, but appeared to be pondering it.

"Yeah...Quite."

"So how do you think she felt about her reputation of 'perfection' potentially being soiled if word got out that her relationship was sullied by our affair." Seiya paused to let Haruka absorb the thought.

"Do you have any idea where she may have gone?" Seiya questioned.

Haruka looked down at her elegant hands.

"She always talked about going to France. She didn't tell me, but I know in my heart that's where she is."

Seiya stared at the woman in front of her for awhile. Then she joined Haruka on her side of the couch, and wrapped her arms around the taller woman's strong shoulders. To her surprise Haruka didn't stiffen, or pull away from the embrace in fact she welcomed it; sank into it, and let out a sniffle. Seiya really didn't want to see her cry.

"Gomenasai." Seiya apologized for no other reason except that she felt she needed to.

"Don't be. I'm actually relieved."

"Why?"

"She's not coming back."

"Are you OK with that?" Seiya asked unassuredly stroking Haruka's messy, dirty blonde hair.

Haruka looked deep into Seiya's dark blue eyes. A month earlier she never would have dreamed that this young woman would be someone she turned to for reassurance. Especially not after the little stunt she had pulled with Michiru in the dressing room after their joint concert. But then again she also never would have dreamed that she would cheat on Michiru with said young woman either. She also realized that she didn't regret it at all. Yes Seiya was cocky, annoying, and a tad immature. But she was also passionate, spontaneous, impulsive, exciting, fun, loyal, a great listener, and three dimensional. So in a nutshell almost everything Michiru was not. And Haruka had realized all this within only a month...how many more layers were there to discover? And did she want to?

"Yeah," A slow smile spread across her face. "I believe so."