Ok, this being in an alternate universe you will be probably annoyed to see people a little out of character – BUT that doesn't mean that I'm not going to try to put elements of their original personalities in here. I think I made Haruka pretty similar. Anyways! Please let me know anything you are thinking, post a comment so I can get a feel of what you reader folks are thinking. Anyways, please enjoy!

Everybody Else's Girls.

- Usagi - Chapter one:

God help me. It happened again. I was staring at a poorly drawn picture of myself with enormous breasts and thighs that could probably crush small children had they been on a real person. I absolutely hated getting these pictures and I absolutely hated the "artist" who gave them to me. I crumpled up the terrible drawing and threw it over the fence, there was no way I'd let Minako's antics ruin my lunch. It was, after all, the only moment of peace I got in my school day.

I heard the ball of paper hit something, what I didn't care I was more interested in eating. "Hey watch were you throw your ugly drawings of yourself, Usagi." A familiar voice came from the other side of the fence. I looked up to see Haruka's messy head of blond hair poking over the side like she normally did. She was a senior last year, when I was a junior. We both had troubles fitting in at school and I guess that's how we became friends. We would both spend lunch together everyday and she was nice enough to keep up the tradition even after she had graduated. She was a good friend.

"I didn't draw that." I said as I took an angry bite out of my rather mediocre tasting sandwich.
"Really? But it looks just like you!" She teased as she showed it to me over the fence.

I swatted it away with my hand and kicked her through the wire netting of the fence, "Yeah, I've seen it already. In fact I've seen it every day for the last week!"

"Minako?"

"Yeah, I don't know what she has against me. I don't even talk to her!" I screamed as I picked up the piece of paper and spitefully tore it up. Minako Aino was the trashiest, yet most popular girl in school. She was a party girl by nature and every weekend she had two objectives. One: get drunk, two: get laid. Remarkably, this has been achieved every weekend for the last three school years. Every Monday morning in class I got to hear her boasting about it since she first lost her virginity in a gas station bathroom when she was thirteen. She was truly the VIP for team "slut".

What has always confused me is why she was so infatuated with me. Every day she would find new, more creative, ways of torturing me. Some days she would put tacks in my shoes, on others she would spread nasty rumors complete with props - don't ask about that one, and then there were the drawings that she seemed to fancy this particular week.

Haruka rolled her eyes and sighed, this wasn't the first time I had informed her of Minako's tricks, "Don't pay attention to that tramp." she told me, "That's exactly what she wants from you."

"You're right…" I murmured though I didn't really mean it. I guess I just didn't want to talk about it with her anymore, it was the same stale advice she gave me everyday. Of course she was one hundred percent right, but It was hard not to pay attention to her when she was zeroing in on me all the time. It was like politely ignoring a freight train while you're tied to the tracks.

"So you want to go to a concert tonight?" She asked me as she traced the top of the chain link fence.

"A concert? When have I ever expressed interest in those sorts of things? And no offence Haruka, I never took you as a concert type either..." I said as I continued my lunch.

"You're right, I'm not. I just have a particular reason why I want to go to this one." She said with a mischievous smirk.

"And what's that?"

"It's a secret." She said with a wink, this could have only meant bad things.

I cocked an eyebrow, "I don't know if I should…"

Haruka laughed and pushed her bangs back, "Oh, come on! I know you'll like it. Besides what else do you have to do tonight?" The bell for the next period began to ring. I sat up and dusted off my uniform. Haruka was giving me her impatient face as she anxiously shook the chain link fence.

"Come on!" She said in an exaggerated tone, her eyes wide, waiting for my answer.

It was rare when I saw her so enthusiastic. So with a sigh I broke down, "Fine…"

"Oh you're awesome!" She said as she jumped a little, "I'll come by your house at eight."

"Yeah, fine, fine." I said waving my hand behind me as I walked off into the school.

-

Haruka and I got out of the car at the Space Dome down town. It wasn't the sort of place I normally went to. Every time I had been there it was always too crowded and too loud. Of coarse every time I was forced to follow my father to the hockey games that were held there when he decided we needed some "father daughter" bonding time. I supposed this would have been the perfect place for a concert.

"So why are we here again?" I asked as I shut the car door behind me. Haruka signaled me to turn around, "What?"

"See that mark there?" She pointed out an enormous silver dent in her passenger's side door.

"Geez, how did that happen?! How long has that been there?" I asked in shock as I traced a finger around the sharp edges of chipped and dented metal.

"About a week." She spat. It was strange to me that I hadn't heard about it earlier. Haruka's car was her life. Every time I hung out at her place I would have to hold a conversation with her feet while she worked underneath it. For the longest time I actually believed the absence of a boyfriend was because of her love for that car. It must have been like her Romeo dying, or at least being badly injured.

"Where did it come from?"

"He did it." Haruka pointed at the sign above the Space Dome. A young man with long black hair standing dramatically with an arm outstretched was posted on it. His blue eyes were sharp and fresh, giving his best "I'm a sexy musician" look. In large modern font it said: SEIYA KOU, the "O" was cleverly shaped like a star. I guessed it was his theme. He didn't look particularly offensive, he was actually kind of cute.

"That's kind of odd, why would he want to scratch your car?"

"Ok, I saw him zipping around in his little Ferrari one night and I decided to race him, right? We raced, he lost. And he couldn't take it. So he pretended like he wanted to go again at the next stop light so I stopped and the little bastard opened his car door and slammed it against mine!"

"That's not a very nice thing to do." I said staring in awe at the dent; I sort of wanted to know what happened to his car.

"It was a dickish thing to do!" Haruka said waving her hands around, "I don't have this sort of money! He probably already got his Ferrari repaired. Meanwhile I have to scrounge up probably over two thousand dollars to get this fixed."

"So what do you want to do then?" I asked.

"I want him to pay what he owes me!" She screamed as she locked her doors. She then started to hustle into the back entrance of the dome; I blindly followed along feeling the insides of my pockets for change. If things got illegal I just wanted to make sure I had bus fare – which I didn't.

The back entrance was cluttered with groupies and various other people that worked for Seiya, they swarmed around him like flies on a carcass as he got out of his limo. All his fans begged at him like dogs screaming things like: "Seiya, look at me, look at me!", "Seiya, sign my autograph!", and "Seiya, I want to have your baby!" I felt a little embarrassed to watching those girls throw themselves at him like he was some sort of god, it was absurd.

"So how do we get in?" I asked Haruka, "Everyone here has one of those orange passes around their necks. I think we need one of those to get in."

"Yeah…" She agreed. She stretched out her neck and began to look around above the crowd. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as she spotted two of the fans that were standing idly around in back drinking coffee. Haruka casually strode up to the two men, her hands in her pockets like it was no big thing.

"Hey, how much you want for those back stage passes?" She asked them. They looked at each other for a minute and began to laugh hysterically and maybe a little overdramatically. I'm sure I shouldn't have thought it was funny but the way they laughed seemed quite similar to the old Beavis and Butthead cartoons I used watch behind my mother's back.

"We're not selling these!" One of the men exclaimed still laughing as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Haruka was getting angry and I was quickly beginning to see where this would lead to. "Why would a couple of tough guys like you be interested in Seiya Kou anyways? He's a singer performing for twelve year old girls. I mean…It's a little fruity, don't you think?"

The two men were now clearly offended and placed their coffee cups on the hood of someone's van. One of them started to walk towards us. His lip up turned showing a couple of missing teeth, "Hey, man, you wanna' start something?"

I was beginning to get worried; they thought that Haruka was a man. This happened often and normally it wasn't any big deal. But these men wanted to fight and Haruka couldn't take them both on and I certainly couldn't help her. I started to nudge her in the side to get her to move on and find other people but she didn't budge.

"I dunno', you like sweet sentimental musicians like Seiya…Maybe you're into other men…If that's the case then sure I'll start something with you." She said as she gave them a cocky little wink.

"Oh you did not just say that." The man said as he grabbed Haruka by her collar.

"Oh. I did." She said with a smile.

"Haruka…Are you insane?! You're egging them on!" I whispered to her through the side of my mouth, she didn't appear to be listening though. The man arched his arm back, his hand in the perfect round shape of a fist. Haruka spun out of his grasp and rammed her elbow into his stomach. He paused for a moment and bent forward, his mouth opened in the shape of an "o" as he placed a hand on his belly. Haruka then spun around behind him and slammed her fist against his back, pushing him to the ground. His friend came up behind him trying to jerk him back up to his feet but the other man wasn't interested in anything other than the pain and continued to moan on the ground.

"I am gonna' kick your fucking ass!" The man threatened as he ran at Haruka, she tried to dodge him but he grabbed hold of her arm, folded it behind her, and slammed her against the van knocking the wind out of her. Quickly, not knowing what came over me, I found the nearest metal garbage can and hit him against the head with it. It sounds much more effective than it really was, I could barely lift the thing over my head the weight of it was pulling it backwards the whole time so there wasn't much of an impact. The thug turned to me, unfazed, and grabbed me by one of my pig tales. I could see his hand coming at me from the corner of my eye and I quickly ducked my head down and closed my eyes, praying that someone would come and save me. I felt the quick motion of the man's arm but then it suddenly stopped. I looked up to see a hand grasping his fist, holding it away from me. I followed the hand to a man in a red suit with long black hair and blue eyes.

"That's no way to treat a lady." He said with his most cool and calm voice. The thug relaxed, his mouth dropped open in a dopey dumbfounded expression.

"O-Oh my god. Seiya just broke up my fight, Toshi! Toshi! Get up, man! It's Seiya, dude!" Toshi didn't stand up though. He was still trying to get his wind back from Haruka's punch. I had no idea she was such a good fighter, it wasn't too shocking though, she was kind of butch after all.

Seiya held out a hand and helped the injured man up, he then took out a pen and autographed both of the men's shirts and then pushed them into the crowd with the other fans. He looked back to Haruka and I with an odd expression as if he were thinking really hard about something.

"You…" He pointed at Haruka, "You're from a couple nights ago. We raced."

"That's right, and I'm here for you to pay me back for my door." She said very matter-of-factly placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh yeah…that…" He said with a little smirk on his face, "I'll pay you back. One second." He began to rummage around in his pockets for something. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and gave it to her. She unfolded it and was suddenly taken over by a rekindled rage.

"You pompous ass! This is your autograph!" She screamed in fury, "This isn't worth jack shit!"

"Yeah." He said with a goofy laugh, he then skipped off pushing his way through the crowd to the backstage door.

Haruka gave another scream of frustration and crumpled up the autographed piece of paper, throwing it on the ground where she then stomped it into a proper pulp. In a fit of sudden rage she took me by the wrist and pulled me into the crowd. It was so chaotic no one saw that she had randomly stolen two backstage passes from around a couples' necks. She then swung the door open and yanked me inside with her.

It was dark and very loud in the dome, I saw people running back and forth behind the curtain with red and yellow glow sticks around their necks. I tied my jacket around my waist, it was surprisingly warm in there. It must have been the heat from the lights floating through the rafters.

"Put this on." Haruka commanded as she threw a neon pass at me.

"I really think we should go...We aren't supposed to be back here…Not to mention I really don't think he plans to pay you back."

"Oh that's fine, if he won't pay then I'll just play eye for an eye…" She grunted. She pulled me over to a dark corner of the back room, "Ok, I am going to distract some of those AV guys over there, when you see them leave go over there and pull the wires out."

"Which ones?" I asked.

Haruka concidered this for a moment, blinked and said sternly, "All of them."

"All of them?" I repeated.

"All of them."

"What is it going to do?"

"Honestly, I haven't a clue." She stated as she walked off to distract the AV crew. I just sat in the dark watching her form disappear behind some equipment. Suddenly I heard her say, "Good lord! There is a drunken son of a bitch peeing on Seiya's guitar! I'm gonna' need some back up, here!" A few of the men heard this, jumped up and ran off to save the guitar. This was my cue.

As quickly as I could, I ran over to the strange black board the AV men were keeping such close watch over. I ran my fingers over a few of the colored wires and violently yanked a few of them out. Suddenly I heard the music in the background stop. For a few seconds the people in crowd were making their typical mummer but then after the music didn't come back on, people began screaming in protest. Suddenly realizing that I broke my rule of "no illegal activity", I began to sprint to where I saw Haruka disappear as men swarmed around the tampered board like bees on a broken hive.

I could hear the angry fans start to riot at the sudden power failure that I had caused. I was starting to feel uneasy. I envisioned the national news reporting how a schoolgirl was catalyst that started rampant mob violence at a popular musician's concert. My mother would obliterate me.

"What the hell is going on back here?! People are freaking out and coming up onto the stage!" A voice screamed from behind the giant curtain. What had Haruka gotten me into? I quickly turned a corner and began to search for my transvestite, trouble maker of a friend but in front of me stood the angry silhouette of a man. "No big deal," I thought, "I'll just go through his legs or something! I've done crazier things already!"

Unfortunately, this plan wasn't ever executed as I had tripped over some large black wire that was lying around on the floor. I tumbled forward and ended up skidding on my knees, stopping at the feet of the man who would most likely turn me into the police. I slowly looked up with my sweetest "It was an accident?" face only to see that Seiya was standing over me looking very, very irate.

He yanked me to my feet by my elbow and pushed me up against a wall looking me straight in the eyes. I would have found this very romantic had he not looked like he wanted to kill me. "Did you pull those wires out?" He asked. I quickly shook my head, though I'm positive he knew I was lying.

He grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look into his eyes, "Do you realize you have just ruined my reputation as a musician?!"

"You can do other concerts! It's no big deal…Right?" I said with a nervous laugh trying to make the situation seem not as bad. But his face was still very angry and almost fearful looking; it seemed uncharacteristic for someone who built their career around being a bad boy.

"Are you stupid?!" He screamed through a clenched jaw, "I was lip synching!"

That was a shock, now I knew why he looked like he wanted to eat my soul right then. He was probably going to be fired now that his secret was out. I didn't know what to do. I tried to look around him but he was holding my head in place.

"Haruka! Where are you?!" I thought.

"Maybe you shouldn't lip synch then?" A voice called out with a laugh from behind him. He finally let go of my head and swirled around, Haruka was standing with her hands on her hips and a satisfied grin on her face. He through a punch at her but she caught it with her hand and threw his arm to the side causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

She squatted down beside him and blew a kiss at him, "It's not very nice to throw punches at women…" she said with a laugh as she took me by the wrist and led me out. I looked down at Seiya who hadn't bothered to get up from the ground, I felt sorry for him, even if he was a cocky ass. No one deserved that type of humiliation.

We sprinted through the Dome and ran into a group of men who were probably looking for us. She pointed her finger out and said, "Two girls went over there!" The men weren't the brightest because they had fallen for another one of Haruka's "look over there" tricks. We ran past them and slipped out the door with ease then bolted to the parking lot.

Out of breath, I placed my hands on my knees, "Don't you think you went a little too far?" I asked.

"Absolutely not." She said in a cruel tone as she unlocked the doors to her car.

"We might have just ruined his career back there! All because he dented your car," I shook my head as I sat down, "It's just not right."

There was silence for most of the trip back to my house. Haruka's face was twisted up like she had eaten something sour. I could see that her conscience was starting to get the better of her. We turned on to my street and she opened her mouth for a second as if she had something to say, then closed it figuring she shouldn't say it. Then opened it again, "You know, I think a man who shakes his ass on stage while pretending to sing needs his share of humility. Especially after purposely wronging me and not feeling he needed to repay me. Once I got this car fixed up I was going to sell it. So I see this whole ordeal as an eye for an eye. He ruined my livelihood, I ruined his."

I opened the door and sighed, "Haruka I don't think the two things weigh the same at all. He dented your door, and in exchange you ruined his entire career, at least you still have your reputation as a mechanic, don't you?"

Haruka looked down at her hands resting on the steering wheel and didn't say anything.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Next time keep your grudges to yourself, you almost got me arrested today." I said as I slammed the door.