This story was Co-written with Silent Wrath. I do not own the characters in this story although...they are similar to some people in real life. So, DON'T sue me, but please DO enjoy this story. All reviews are welcome, but if I snap at you all...Flamers Beware. :grin: Also! Before I forget, this is written from a dream that I had, so it's based on that specific dream. Ta Ta!

ALRIGHT!!!!! I got pissed off and decided to edit this damn chapter to make it look decent. I wasn't happy when I first loaded it up in the beginning in all cases. I hope this eases all of the headaches. See ya!

Wrath: I admit the characters may be a bit OCC, but this is an AU some OCC is acceptable.

Chapter One: Dirty Laundry.

All was quiet except for the clicking of the keys as long pianist fingers typed away. The young blonde smiled contently as she paused to sip on her hot chocolate. Even though it was afternoon she was always up for a mug of her favorite drink topped with whipped cream.

Usagi was sprawled out in the little space she'd made on the bed. The older woman's room was a total disaster. There were clothes strewn across the bed and on the floor. There were trails between the clothes that she had made in order to get to her bed and computer from the door.

Usagi often warned her, that if Setsuna came over, and saw this mess she'd be pissed and make her clean it up. Unwisely she ignored her warnings and often suffered the wrath of their eldest friend. Setsuna was a total neat freak and anything out of order drove her up the wall. It didn't matter to her that it wasn't her room, or her house for that matter.

It wasn't long before the tall woman showed up unannounced.

"My god," Setsuna said, the older woman placed her hands on her hips and took a breath preparing her strike against the girl.

"What?" Haruka asked, she still concentrated on the computer screen in front of her; not really caring or understanding why her friend was upset at the moment. "Why my god?"

"Why my god? Because it's the only one who knows what's breeding in this disaster." Setsuna retorted.

"Please not now," The younger blonde would have tried to defend her territory, but it would have been to no avail she still would have lost. "I'm busy."

"Clean this place up," Setsuna told the blonde sternly. "Before I call the A.S.P.C.A and tell them I have a pig living in poor conditions."

"I'm not a pig!" Haruka growled angrily, still trying to concentrate on the conversation she was having. "I'm just really unorganized."

"Could've fooled me." Setsuna retorted.

"What's going on?" Usagi said moving into a sitting position, all the commotion shook her awake.

"Nothing," Setsuna said. She pointed to Haruka's computer with a questioning look on her face.

"She's talking to that girl again." Usagi said.

Usagi watched as Setsuna peeked over Haruka's shoulder. The younger girl allowed her to peek, not really caring that her privacy was being invaded. She didn't really notice when Usagi joined in on the snooping.

"She's amazing," Haruka murmured to the other two girls.

"Anyone can be amazing over the internet," Setsuna said, and received a light pinch from Usagi.

"How Hotaru fell for you, I'll never understand." Usagi told her.

"I warned her but she just wouldn't give up." Setsuna said with a light smile.

"Afternoon ladies!" Another one of their friends came into the room. If it hadn't been for Usagi's standing in the way the young man would have fell face first into a pile of Haruka's dirty laundry she'd stacked up.

"Watch it Mamoru." Usagi said with a small blush, He'd been her crush since they'd met each other in elementary school. "You might get sucked in."

"Dude this is just wrong." Mamoru said looking around as if he was afraid something might pop out at him.

"I've heard it from her already." Haruka said pointing a finger at Setsuna while turning her attention to the new intruder. "Don't you people knock?"

"I did," Mamoru said teasingly. "One of your dust bunnies answered the door."

Haruka bristled as Mamoru ruffled her already tussled hair.

"Don't be so uptight," Mamoru said smiling. "I'm only kidding."

"How was you're trip to Paris?" Setsuna asked.

"Amazing!" He said with a dreamy look on his face. His mind took him back to his stay, the wonderful food, beautiful women and first class hotels made him weak in the knees.

"You sly bastard!" Haruka grinned, as she brought her older friend back to reality. "I can't believe that you're traveling the world and you're not taking me along!"

"Sorry there are no pets allowed at the places I'm going," He quipped just to be an ass.

Setsuna laughed lightly figuring the abuse was good for the blonde, it was incentive to keep her area clean. Usagi tried to suppress a smile but failed miserably as the blonde bristled again.

She was slightly jealous of the fact that Mamoru got to travel the world while she was stuck at home. It wasn't that she no longer enjoyed racing, its just that she wanted more adventure.

She wanted to see more of the world than what she'd seen. There were so many things to see, so many adventures to partake in. She hoped that some day in the future she'd be able to get away from her work.

Travel to foreign countries with her "love" and write beautiful music together.

Her lover, and online girlfriend Michiru, was a wonderful violinist. She often played for her, sending her small sound bites via the internet. It was enough to keep Haruka content. She loved knowing that she was the only one her Michi wrote music for out of love.

It saddened her to think about the fact that she had yet to meet her courageous beauty face to face, but she had a bigger issue to deal with at the moment...she really had to clean this place up, these animal jokes weren't funny.

It wasn't until she heard the buzz alarm go off on her computer that she was alerted by the fact that her "love" was talking to her.

The younger woman had gotten offline, and Haruka sighed before banging her head against the desk.

--

Michiru sighed as she pushed one of her aqua locks from her face. Her blonde beauty probably got distracted by something and accidentally forgot about her.

That was fine, she'd just scold her for it later like she usually did when it happened. It didn't happen very often and she had to make sure it didn't start. It was cute how her blonde would apologize like the world was going to end tomorrow.

She smiled happily and rose from the position behind the desk. She had a lunch date to attend soon and it would be very rude if she were to be late. But instead of heading straight for the shower she didn't. She went for her cell phone and called her wild girlfriend.

--

"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" Haruka screamed while continuously banging her head against the keyboard.

"That's what's wrong with her now." Mamoru whispered as he watched the young blonde kill off her brain cells.

Usagi grinned.

The room quieted as Setsuna stopped her from sending herself into unconsciousness.

"Why don't we all go to the hotel I'm staying at and chill over there?" Mamoru offered.

"Great idea..." Haruka said while holding her head in her hands.

"Not so much," Usagi said.

"Awe come on," Mamoru said giving Usagi a soft kiss on the cheek.

"You're going to ruin Haruka's Chances."

"What chances?" The blonde asked suspiciously while turning around and glaring at Mamoru. She knew Mamoru was a sneaky little thing and wouldn't put it past him to have some plan cooked up.

"What are you planning now? or did you plan already Mamoru?" Haruka said angrily

Haruka heard her cell phone ringing but almost ignored it until she noticed that unique jingle it played belonged to Michiru.

"Where is it? Where is it!" The young blonde yelled desperately while frantically searched her pockets.

"Awe come on!" She whispered, looking through the stacks of paper she had on her desk.

"Shit!" Haruka said when she finally found it on her bed. It had stopped ringing the moment she got her hand around it.

--

Michiru was a little disappointed when no one answered the phone. She shrugged it off, perhaps she'd gotten pulled away due to something very important. Michiru didn't think too much of it, she'd talk to her on a later date.

She thought about how it was quite sad that it was afternoon and she was still lounging around in her pajama's like she had nothing to do that day.

She stretched as she made her way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water out of her refrigerator. She had to admit the hotel room she was staying at was very nice. Sure it was due to the fact that she would be playing at a benefit for cancer children but that was beside the point.

Tomorrow night she'd be cutting off ten inches of her hair at the benefit for locks of love, and that would leave her with shoulder length hair.

She drank the first bottle happily before grabbing a second bottle and heading for the shower. Many of her friends told her she had an unnatural obsession for the stuff but she ignored them most of the time.

She only agreed when there was none around and it pissed her off more than anything. It was so bad she hired a personal assistant whose job was solely to make sure she always had water.

"So spoiled sometimes," Michiru muttered to herself.

She set her half empty water bottle on the counter before entering the bathroom and turned on the shower.

She checked the temperature before stripping out of her bed clothing and hopping in.

She purred softly as the slightly cold water travels over her body, but soon after that she groaned as she turned up the hot water. Both had their quirks with her but cold was better. It made her feel more at peace, like she was home.

--

"You all could have helped me!" Haruka huffed at her friends. "now what if she thinks I don't want to talk to her?"

"Why would she think that?" Usagi obliviously asked Haruka.

Everyone stood there looking at her, expecting a good answer.

"Maybe because, I didn't pick up the phone!" Haruka said a little upset. "I mean, why else would she think that I don't want to talk to her? Dammit!"

Usagi just blinked at Haruka, ignoring her tantrum as she tried to scoot closer to Mamoru without him noticing. She blushed when she noticed she'd been caught by Setsuna but grateful when she remained silent.

"You should have asked," Setsuna said with a shrug, ignoring her friends tantrum "we're not mind readers."

"Yeah..." Mamoru agreed with Setsuna, earning another glare from Haruka.

"You think I should call back?" Haruka asked nervously. "What if she called by mistake? Then I would look foolish calling her back."

"You look foolish now standing around wondering if she called you by mistake." Setsuna retorted.

Frowning at the cell in her hands she scowled at Setsuna.

"What kind of best friend are you? Shouldn't you be trying to relax my nerves?" Haruka grumbled.

Haruka looked at Setsuna for reassurance but like always the dark woman said nothing.

Usagi didn't answer her, as she was stuck in her own little world while staring at Mamoru.

"It's okay Haruka, maybe she'll call back later?" Usagi says trying to reassure the older blonde a little.

"Just come to the hotel with us." Mamoru said, Wrapping his arms around Usagi's shoulders and leading her out of the room. "You can even go swimming, and if you're lucky I'll even buy you some ice cream."

"But I still don't think this is a great idea," Usagi said. She was only complaining because of the fact that she wanted to curl back up on Haruka's air bed and go to sleep. "But that ice cream's enough motivation."

"You're so lazy Odango." They heard Mamoru say as they slipped out the door.

"I hate swimming," Haruka mumbled, but turned around to ask Setsuna after a few moments of silence. "Are you coming?"

"I promised Hotaru lunch." She said "one of her friends is here from out of town."

"Good luck to you." Haruka laughed. "I know how much you love Hotaru's friends."

"Hey! If it gets me laid at the end of the night, most of the time I'm all for it," Setsuna joked.

--

Michiru wrapped her hair in a towel before grabbing her robe and slipping it on. After she left the bathroom she grabbed her water and downed the rest gratefully.

She was recovering from a small cold so dressing warm would be her best option. She looked outside and noticed the wind was unusually unsettled but shrugged it off as she went to get dressed.

She rummaged through her wardrobe for something to wear. And settled on a white turtle neck and jeans, there was no use dressing up only to be uncomfortable for her time out. She was suppose to be enjoying herself not worrying about how much trouble she'd be in for spilling on someone's four hundred dollar designer dress. Sometimes it was difficult to be graceful.

Her phone rang in the distance and she walked over to her desk to answer it.

"Moshi moshi?" Michiru answered.

"Drop the Japanese,"

Michiru laughed lightly at the sound of her young friends voice.

"Sorry, it's a habit." She explained.

"I understand." Her friend explained. "Are you almost ready?"

"Give me twenty," Michiru said.

"No problem, She isn't home yet anyway."

"Held up at the office?" Michiru asked.

"Yeah right, more like made a few stops on the way."

--

Haruka grabbed a light Jacket and followed Setsuna from her home.

"It's cold," Setsuna muttered.

"You're such a girl," Haruka muttered. "Maybe Hotaru will give you her Jacket."

"Yeah right. My arms are way longer than hers." Setsuna said. "I'll pass."

"Your loss," Haruka said, as they met up with Usagi and Mamoru outside of her apartment complex.

"On both ends," Mamoru said. "We'll catch up later."

"If I get lucky we won't." Setsuna grinned.

"You're such a pervert." Haruka joked.

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