I think I threw the house out the window...

Disclaimers: I don't own Bishoujo Senshi SailorMoon but I do own Juuban's Kindergarten and the principal is Michiru and if you believe all this stuff you better go check what's inside that big skull of yours.

Kindergarten

Haruka's big, watery blue eyes started wandering again, from boy to boy and from girl to girl, from a tree to another, to anything but her father, who sat with her on his legs, giving her the typical speech every father gives his daughter the first day of Kindergarten.

"... now, Haruka, what did I say?" Haruka's head jerked violently to face him.

"Huh?"

Tenou Masaouichi passed his hand over his face in a desperate, tired way. For a five year old, Haruka was exceptionally strong, and too smart for her stepmother's wishes. But what was her attention span, left too much to desire. He smiled tenderly at his daughter. "Just be good, okay, Haruka? And don't hit anyone, if he doesn't deserves it." Being five years old, and to Masaouichi's surprise, she had already knocked the daylights out of second graders who bullied her in the park. He straightened up the little denim overall Haruka wore over her white shirt, and put her in the ground. "Got everything?"

"Hai, Papa!" She replied enthusiastically.

"The book mama gave to you?" Why would a kindergarten girl would read? He had no idea. It seemed that Haruka got bored of her own house and started reading by herself. The 'book mama gave her' was the story of stars and planets, and the light that preceeded them. Haruka's mother had finished it just some months before she passed away in an accident. It was odd; Haruka knew about this. Every january the 27th they visited her grave and she talked to her mother. But she had never, ever asked her father why her mother had passed away or why he had been married again only two years from that.

"Uh-huh." She nodded in affirmation.

"Your blanket for nap time?"

"Here." She showed her backpack proudly at her father. He smiled; he had bought it specifically for that day. It was a deep blue, with a white, shiny star in the upper right and a manga-like superdeformed little girl on the inferior left. Haruka had loved it. The mentioned blanket lay neatly wrapped inside it.

"Mr. Snuggles?" Ah, Mr. Snuggles, how could she forget him? That bear that accompanied her since she was in the craddle. She nodded. He took the bear from her backpack, and talked to him like he would talk to a person. "Okay, Snuggles-san, you better take good care of my little girl, will you?" His hand reached out and ruffled Haruka's already messy hair. The little blonde giggled joyously.

"He says he will!" She said.

"I know he will." She put Mr. Snuggles back in the backpack. "Now give you father a kiss." He kneeled and Haruka jumped to plant a big kiss on his cheek. He walked her to her new classroom, where a lot of boys and girls of all the sizes thinkable for little people only five year old played with toys, their own and not their own. Haruka jumped in anxiety. She bid goodbye to her father (she knew he was going to be away for the rest of the day) and darted inside the room. Masaouichi sighed and walked to the caretaker-teacher, indicating her who was his daughter, alergies (she had none so he wanted the teacher to have an eye if she sprouted something), bloodtype and warnings-- for the classmates.

Hurricane Haruka had arrived and she was making sure no one would forget her. Ever.

******

Michiru Kaioh was a calm little girl... until she was given a candy. Then the sugar rush was so humongous no one would tire her down.

Her father commited this mistake, often. And him and his wife always payed for his mistakes, so today they were glad someone else would find out about Michiru's sugar highs.

Kaioh Kumori and Tsukime were a rich couple; Kumori was a violin conccertista, mainly known in Asia and Europe, that oftenly was obliged to take her beloved only daughter in hard, tiring, exhausting trips. Tsukime, in the meanwhile, was a painter, worldwide known, whose exhibitions took most of his time. He always had the hours of the countries in which the main museums and exhibitions were in display; all the hours of the world, excepting Japan's. Michiru had been born by a miracle of timing. Kumori couldn't believe it when she knew she was pregnant; her husband's schedule and her own never matched.

Michiru was coquet, too coquet for her age. She had woken up early that day, excited out of herself, to help her find a dress. She had picked her own shoes and put them on with a little help. Kumori was proud that her little baby was growing into such a nice, beautiful young lady, but wasn't she growing up a little too fast?

Tsukime had sighed during breakfast, commenting that he would miss having his 'little muse' running around the house. He, too, thought that life seemed to slip out of their hands and that their daughter was growing up so fast there weren't nearly enough hours on a day to see her grow up and learn about life.

"Mama, mama! Is that kindergarten?" Kumori felt Michiru's minute hand tugging at her skirt.

"Yes, Michi..." She took her hand and walked her down to the classroom she had been indicated. "And they will be you friends. Be nice to them."

"Uh-huh." Michiru nodded, her eyes closed into happy slits. Suddenly a face of terror came to her small features. "When are you coming back for me, mama?"

"In just a couple of hours, Michiru." She kneeled and gave her child a kiss in both cheeks, making her smile again by reasuring she would be back for her. "You've got your drawing book?"

"Yes, it's here." She pulled her backpack to her front. "And also my pencil and my crayons."

"I guess you're all packed then, Michiru." She smiled, thought her eyes were misting. She didn't want to cry over something as special as her child's first day at school, so she rushed it all out. "I love you. Be good, ne?"

"Yes, mama, I will be good." Michiru gave her mother a kiss and waved her goodbye. Her eyes then turned to the gentle teacher, who offered her her hand and presented her to her classmates.

******

Haruka had been playing with a toy car she borrowed to a classmate for about fifteen minutes. She was enchanted by it. Cars had to be the coolest thing in the whole wide world besides chocolate mousse and Mr. Snuggles. Her own father drove an imported Ferrari, and Haruka had insisted many times that she wanted to drive it, bringing up a laugh from her father and then a negation. She would pout and act angry until he took her to the Ice Cream Parlor; then he was all forgiven again.

She felt a strong push in her shoulder and being on her knees, she fell forward on her face, hitting her nose. Almost instantly, a huge sense of pain came to her face.

"You!" A big, fat boy had pushed her. "Why did you took his toy?" He asked rudely.

"I asked him *snif* to lend... *sob* to me..." She put both her hands over her nose. It hurt. She made an effort not to cry, as she didn't like to cry.

"I want it!" He lounged forward for the little car. Haruka put an angry face and took the toy with one hand, the other still covering her red nose.

"I'm playing *snif* ...with it!"

"You're not!" His chubby hand pushed Haruka back to the floor, making her fall down to the floor on her butt. Haruka sobbed, with the car in one hand, and the other over her face. She knew she could hit him unconscious, but her papa had told her to be nice to her classmates and she had promised.

"I AM!" She said loudly. "I don't want to give it to you!"

The boy and some other little boys closed on her, looking angry. Would she have to hit them and break her promise to her papa?

"Leave her alone!" The fat boy recieved a hit in the shoulder with a toy. A tiny, musical voice came from behind. The boys turned. An angry looking Michiru was behind them, a plastic baseball bat in her hand. She ran to Haruka, who had put the car in her frontal pocket and was now sobbing with both hands over her red nose. "Are you okay?"

"I t-think so..." She responded. The chubby boy put himself on his feet again and walked to them.

"Why did you pushed me!?" He yelled, by decibels not atracting the teachers.

"You're being mean to her!" She responded, hugging Haruka's side. Haruka smiled a little. Was this aqua haired girl her friend?

"I can be mean to anyone I want!" He lounged forward, this time pushing Michiru to the floor. She landed painfully on her buttocks.

Now, there's only so many times you can stand landing on soft parts. Michiru's eyes, painfully closed, opened full of tears. Haruka looked over at her, confused. Was she going to cry?

The boys sniggered. Haruka frowned.

Finally, Michiru couldn't swallow the pain of her hurt pride and butt. "WAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" She cried. The teachers looked over. The boys now were laughing, turning to go back. Haruka's sobs subsided and anger took their place. She made sure the borrowed car was on her pocket, and then ran over the boy, jumping over him and knocking him to the ground. She started hitting him with her minutes fists, as he covered his face and squealed in fear.

"Nobody hurts my friends!" She cried, anger tears coming out from her red eyes. Her nose, she hadn't noticed before, was red and bloody. "Nobody!"

Michiru still cried from her place in the floor, but she could see the way Haruka used the boy as a punching bag and felt better.

Haruka wanted to punch him, punch him bad. She wanted to make him cry as he had made her friend cry-- until the felt hands below her arms. A teacher was picking her up.

******

Haruka's nose had only a little cut. She was cured, put a bandaid over it, and felt much better. As for the boy, Haruka had left him in pieces. The headteacher understood why Haruka had fought with him, lectured Haruka about hitting her schoolmates, and send the boy to his home, with a note to his mother.

The teacher had told everyone that it was nap time, just about two hours before parents came to pick them up. Haruka and some boys helped her to put the mats over the floor. Everyone took out their nap stuff and Haruka took out her blanket and Mr. Snuggles.

Michiru looked ashamed. She had forgotten her blanket. The teacher asked her to tell her parents to not forget her blanket next day and looked around for someone with a blanket big enough to get Michiru in, as they didn't had spare blankets. Everyone was drifting of to Slumberland already. The teacher gently tapped Haruka in the arm. She wasn't asleep yet. "Tenou-san?" Haruka looked at the teacher as if asking what did she want. She had put Mr. Snuggles as if he was going to sleep too. "What's his name?"

Haruka smiled proudly. "Mr. Snuggles."

The teacher smiled inwardly, but kept the outside gentle. Haruka would get offended if she laughed at her teddy bear and she didn't want to wake up the already dormant infants. "Well, do you think Kaiou-san will fit in with you and Mr. Snuggles?"

"As long as she doesn't kicks Mr. Snuggles in her sleep." She said, being the smart- mouth everyone would love years later. The teacher laughed softly, helped Michiru into the mat and covered them both with the blanket.

"What's your name?" Haruka softly whispered, putting her head over her hand.

"Kaiou Michiru." She smiled. She loved to present herself, as any five year old would after long years of being presented by her parents. "Yours?"

"Tenou Haruka." She said.

"Who's him?" Michiru asked, pointing at Mr. Snuggles.

"He's Mr. Snuggles!" She presented her teddy bear enthusiastically. She then looked over Michiru. "You don't have a bear?"

"No, I forgot him at home..." Michiru said, her eyes dropping. Then she lightened up. "I will bring him tomorrow for Mr. Snuggles to meet."

"Good idea!" The little toddlers giggled gently, being then thrown a dirty look by the teacher, who stood by the door and had had a hard work driving all the kids to sleep. Haruka pushed Mr. Snuggles to Michiru. "Have him. I sleep with him everynight and you haven't got your teddy bear in here, so you'll sleep much better if you've got him!" She said smiling. Michiru blushed.

"Are you sure?" She asked unsecurely. "I wouldn't be able to sleep without my bear..."

"Sure." She said brilliantly. Michiru smiled, and hugged the bear to her small body.

"Thank you."

"Any time." Haruka then lay to sleep, biding sweet dreams to Michiru and closing her eyes. Still smiling, Michiru slowly did the same.

******

Haruka woke up in the middle of the night, thirteen years later. Her throat was dry, so she reached for the night table for her water bottle and took a couple of sips. She then looked down at the naked beauty that was displayed before her.

Michiru's entire long, slim body seemed to be bathed in the moonlight that entered from the window. Her slender legs, without a trace of accident nor scar (being the only part of her body that hadn't been attacked by a daimon or a monster in the general sense of speaking), were lightly flexed at the knees. She was sleeping on her side. But her arms... was she hugging something? She was on this end of the bed, so it couldn't be herself who Michiru was hugging...

She smiled when it dawned into her that Mr. Snuggles had the fortune of being hugged by her beloved. Her mouth opened into a yawn, she stretched, and hugged both Michiru and Mr. Snuggles, falling almost immediately into sleep, helped by both her favorite teddy bears.

Fin

I dedicate this to Ari-chan, whose short stories have absolutely no sense but anyway are lovely. We have been passing Mr. Snuggles, who was originally hers, back and forth between mails, and finally I thought of a story; a kinda loony one but anyway...

And I pull up an apology to Ari-chan: I'm sorry, this story doesn't fit into "The Origin of Mr. Snuggles", but it wouldn't anyway!

I ask you to please review. Believe it or not, feedback do works!

And also, magic will happen to whoever finds the hint I put into this fic. It had much to do with Bishoujo Senshi SailorUranus...

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