Hey guys. So this is our first fan fiction EVER! Woohoo! We being my girlfriend and myself. Anywho, please handle as you would a small child, unless you are a registered sex offender, then you can only read it if you are 50 feet away from your screen. XD Critique is always encouraged and comments are always welcomed. We shouldn't have to tell you that this fic has some gay tendencies, it being a lesbian and, dare I say, CANON pairing and all. If for some reason or another you have sought out this pairing and are indeed homophobic, then you are also quite idiotic and must seek help from an outside source. We are not your therapist. :)

And now, for the disclaimer. If we owned Sailor Moon, it would consist of 90% Haruka and Michiru screen time, and we probably wouldn't be writing fan fiction in the first place. If at any point in time you are confused and actually do think we own the characters, feel free to send us a royalty check. We bid you good day and enjoy the story.

Symphonic Rendezvous

It was half past one and Tenoh Haruka was bored. Having played Beethoven's "Spring Sonata" over ten times already, her fingers were growing numb as well as her mind. Her pale blonde bangs fell into her eyes as she stretched her neck muscles. Being the only piano player in Mugen Gakuen had its ups and downs. Today would prove to be the latter, for she had the "privilege" of helping with the violin auditions for the upcoming fall concert. However, there were two strong points in her situation: the first being that it was an easy A, the second of course... well, the second had just taken her place as the next aspirant for lead violin.

Kaioh Michiru. Mee-chee-roo. Haruka loved rolling her name off of her tongue. She was by far the best violinist in the school and, as far as Haruka was concerned, this whole audition was a waste of time. Each note sprang from Michiru's violin in perfect crispness, almost as if she herself were goddess of the beautiful instrument. Her wavy teal locks danced across the wood as she closed her eyes, caught up in the melody. Haruka was so caught up in watching Michiru that it had escaped her attention that the song had finished, and now all eyes were on her. She abruptly stopped playing, and answered the questioning looks with a cough, signaling the teacher to continue on.

"Ah... thank you, Tenoh-kun. Well, that concludes the auditions for lead violin. Thank you all for trying out as well as a special thanks to Tenoh-kun for providing us with the piano harmony. Results shall be posted on my door early Monday morning. Thank you once again, you are dismissed." All the students began to get up and gather their belongings. Haruka pushed herself away from the piano, slowly getting up with less enthusiasm, waiting for the large crowd to exit first. With only a few students left, including Michiru and herself, Temori-sensei spoke up once again.

"Tenoh-kun, would you mind staying after for a few moments?" Haruka nodded, fighting off the urge to make her disgruntlement apparent. Her sensei had once again addressed her with the male honorific, though she didn't mind. She was used to being addressed as such ever since she moved to Tokyo three weeks ago. Everyone here had mistaken her for a boy, and Haruka didn't feel the need to correct them. It was her senior year at a new school, and she didn't see the point in trying to make new friends.

Temori-sensei than turned to regard the only other remaining student in the room. "Kaioh-san, I would like to speak with you as well." This perked Haruka up a bit. Looking up from her violin case, Michiru nodded as well. "Oh, of course sensei." Both Haruka and Michiru began to approach their sensei, the former trying to contain her excitement at the prospect of standing so close to the object of her affection.

"I know I told everyone else that the results wouldn't be up until Monday, however I would like to get a start on things right away. Congratulations Kaioh-san on earning the spot of the lead violin. As you may know, Beethoven's "Spring Sonata" is a duet. Tenoh-kun, being the only piano player at Mugen Gakuen, you will be accompanying Kaioh-san in this performance. With that being said, would it be possible for you both to get a jump start on practicing this weekend?"

Michiru was the first to speak up. "Of course, sensei. Er, well, if that would be okay with you, Tenoh-kun?"

"Oh-oh of course! We could practice at my house. I have a piano. Well, of course I do, I just meant that it would be easier if you carried your violin to my house, seeing as it is easier... to carry..." Haruka trailed off then, realizing how idiotic she sounded. Making a complete fool out of yourself in front of the most beautiful girl in school was never a good thing. Just then, Michiru erupted into a fit of laughter.

"Well unless you have super-human strength that I am unaware of, I would have no problem practicing at your house Tenoh-kun." Michuru's eyes glistened playfully as she spoke, and her cheeks were tinged pink from her laughter. Haruka was then glad at her own strange inability to blush.

Temori-sensei clapped her hands together. "Fantastic! Well, you two can go on home now. I look forward to hearing your progress on Monday."

Both Haruka and Michiru bowed out, and proceeded to once again gather up their things. Haruka was the first to leave, rushing out in embarrassment. "Tenoh-kun, wait up!" Haruka whipped around to come face to face with Michiru, the movement causing her head to spin. "We haven't exchanged numbers yet."

"Oh yes, right. Umm, do you have any paper?" Haruka started searching through her case looking for spare paper when Michiru grasped her left hand and pulled it towards herself. She began scribbling down her number with bright blue ink on Haruka's sweaty palm.

"My father is waiting outside so I have to go. Just call me in the morning and we'll set something up." With that Michiru smiled before running off ahead, throwing a quick wave behind her back. Haruka stood there dumbfounded, staring at the number written on her hand. The ink had already slightly smudged from her nervous palm.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. Haruka had known plenty of pretty girls before, and had even earned the title of "flirt" at her old school. However, as soon as she laid eyes on Michiru, she was smitten. Her calm, cool and cocky self was reduced to a puddle of bumbling idiocy whenever the teal haired maiden was around. With that being said, Haruka had absolutely no idea how she was going to call this woman tomorrow without embarrassing herself. Again.