Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.

(A.N: For AmnesiaNymph. Here's your early Christmas present, Haruka!)

(A.N2: One word: Blondie. I was listening to the Blondie song 'Rip her to shreds' when I got the idea for this, so some of the ideas are from the lyrics of that. Yes I like old punk music… ehehe ah well XD.)

Miss Groupie Supreme
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

Chapter one

At first glance Juuban Highschool would have appeared to be just another normal school. It had the same run-down yet sterile look that all government-run buildings inevitabley posess, and there was nothing at all to indicate it was any different from any other school in the area.

When one saw the paparazzi gathered in huddles like penguins outside the building almost every day, however, you would probably have been inclined to wonder about what the hell was going on in there. After all, why would the media have any interest in a state-run highschool? The answer was simple; Juuban high was full of celebrities. In fact there were so many teen idols there that the school had earned itself the nickname 'highschool for the stars.'

Upon seeing the school most would wonder why celebrities were so attracted to Juuban. Indeed some of the students wondered this too, though most were more than happy to be sharing a classroom with some of the most famous teenagers in Japan. Not everyone was so exstatic about this though, namely the idols themselves, and especially one Ten'oh Haruka.

Ten'oh Haruka was in her first year at Juuban, but already everyone knew her, and everyone admired her… well almost everyone. She knew that she was a constant aggrivation to her teachers, but frankly Haruka couldn't have cared less; after all, what did grades matter to her? She was a formula one racer, what use was a passing grade in maths to her? Nothing that's what, hence the fact that her classwork hardly ever got done and her homework even less so; oh well, at least she had an excuse for that.

No matter how poor her grades were and no matter how much most of the teachers seemed to hate her, Haruka was adored by pretty much the enitre student population of the school… and by that she wasn't exaggerating. She constantly found herself being hit on by members of both the same and the opposite sex, not that this bothered her, and indeed this was probably in part because she was thought to be a 'he' by most people. Androgyny, she supposed, was her strongpoint, albeit that her insistance on wearing the boy's uniform was another thing that made her far from her teacher's favourite student.

Having heard all of this, most would assume that Haruka would be glad that there were other celebrities in her class and that the attention was drawn away from her at times. In fact there were two other idols in her class, the first of which was Tomoe Hotaru, a petite girl with black hair and startling eyes like embedded amethysts. Haruka honestly found the girl somewhat attreactive, albeit that she always looked somewhat vampire-like, something that was accentuated by the Lolita get-ups she always seemed to wear when performing. Talking of Lolita most of Hotaru's fans probably had lolita-complexes, she mused, because Hotaru, despite being the same age as Haruka herself, only looked about twelve at the oldest.

Haruka didn't particularly mind Hotaru, but as for the second idol in her class… well that was a different story. In fact it was about as different a story as it was possible to get.

Aino Minako was relatively new to the idol scene, but was the type of prima donna who seemed to have been born with a silver spoon in her mouth and a microphone in her hand. She was the typical voluptuous blonde that girls envied and guys just wanted to sleep with – and indeed sometimes the other way around as well. She was hardly taller than Hotaru but had the figure of the goddess Venus, which, Haruka rmeinded herself sometimes, was why Minako's fans had nicknamed her after the Roman love goddess.

At first glance Minako would have appeared to be the perfect girl, but sadly she had not only wonderous beauty but the complete and utter stupidity that sterotypically seemed to go with it. Minako, Haruka had decided, brought the phrase 'dumb blonde' to a whole new level, though she tried not to call the other girl a 'dumb blonde' as she herself had sandy blonde hair. Add to this the fact that the girl had a total inability to handle alcohol, as Haruka had found out at her own expense a few months beforehand…

As well as the ditzyness that Haruka detested, Minako also seemed to be on a completely different planet to everyone else. Haruka wasn't sure whether this had only set in since the small girl had become famous or whether she had just been born on Venus rather than Earth. You see for an idol Minako had an astonishing lack of modern fashion sense. She would often be found teaming modern styles with retro ones in the most bizzare way possible, and even worse than that she would wear make-up that would have looked strange on an alien let alone on the golden haired girl.

An example of Minako's outlandinsh dress sense caught Haruka's eye that day as soon as the girl strode into class, singing a song that was blaring from the MP3-player she was listening to, seemingly with no regard for the fact that they had been banned in school. Still if Minako's disregard for the school's rules about music was obvious, what was even more obvious was Minako's decision that the school's uniform regulations, and indeed its uniform didn't apply to her.

Haruka couldn't say that she was entirely surprised by the fact that the girl had appeared in class wearing a green mini-skirt, green shirt, red jacket and red cowboy boots as well as her trademark red bow. Perhaps even more shocking than her garish outfit though was her make-up, which that day consisted of blood-red eyeshadow and lime-green mascara. All in all Haruka decided that Minako looked like a Jolin Tsai video with the colouring completely messed up.

Needless to say the teacher noticed Minako's crime-against-fashion-appereal as quickly as Haruka had, and the blonde was quickly sent from the classroom to the principal's office, accompanied by a lecture that consisted of something along the lines of 'if you're going to turn up to school just before lunch then why bother coming in at all?' It was just another standerd morning where Aino Minako was concerned then.

Still, Haruka mused, the one good thing about having Minako in your class was that it made lessons a little less boring than they were otherwise. She could feel herself dropping off to sleep where she sat: why did this class have to be so boring? In fact she couldn't even remember what class she was in, but she speculated that it was probably literature; she hated that class more than she hated wearing girl's clothes, and that was saying a hell of a lot.

"Ten'oh, wake up!" the teacher's voice reached her ears, but she couldn't be bothered to move. Gods why couldn't she just go to sleep now and wake up whenever her next race was? This was torture in its most vile form. Why couldn't they just let her go free?

And there it was, her saviour: the lunch bell had sung its heavenly chimes and shown that Hell had been supressed once again. Class was over!

Haruka made to dash away when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned round, angry at her escape being delayed, and this anger grew even worse when she realised just whom it was that had hindered her: Kou Seiya, the fourth and final celebrity in their class, whom she hadn't bothered to think about beforehand because he was such a stuck-up, arrogant, coneceited prat who had only got anywhere because his father owned one of Japan's largest record companies.

Kou Seiya was taller Haruka, which was quite rare even for the boys in their class considering how tall she was. This was one thing she didn't like about him; he was looking down on her literally as well as figuratively. God she hated him, those dark eyes of his. And that long black ponytail, she just wanted to cut it off: he looked more like a girl than she did, the twat.

"What do you want now?" Haruka growled, showing the boy that she wasn't interested in whatever he had to say.

"Oh I just wanted to congratulate you on how well you did in your last race," Seiya replied and Haruka felt herself growing pissed off with him immideately. She had done particularly badly in that race, what was he going to say next? She didn't have to wait long until he spoke again. "It just proves it, doesn't it?"

"Just proves what?" Haruka asked, not really wanting to know what he had to say.

"That girls like you should stick to lip-sincing," he replied. "I mean come on, where would women get anyway, none of you have real talent, especially not in sports."

Haruka was tempted to ask Seiya what he, as a 'singer', would know about sports, but he had annoyed her too much for that. There was only one answer to what he had said…

"Are you hungry, Kou?" she asked as nicely as she could.

"Why? Going to buy me lunch as a way of acknowledging how much more talented I am than you?" he dralwed. "Or are you sorry for seducing that bitch and breaking my brother's heart by doing so? Then again Yaten deserves better than her, you can take her; you're just as bad as each other."

At the mention of that incident, Haruka decided she wasn't going to wait any longer; she quickly punched the boy in the face, sending him sprawling to the floor, clutching his now broken nose.

"There you are, Kou: knuckle sandwich for you," she smirked.

"You bitch," Seiya hissed as he stood up.

Haruka just walked off, a smug look on her face; he had been asking for that for such a long time, the male chauvenistic pig. At least Haruka started to walk off then another voice called her.

"Ten'oh!"

Oh dear… maybe socking Seiya in front of the teacher hadn't been the smartest thing she could have done in that situation.

Haruka had long ago come to the conclusion that the only place worse than world history class was the principal's office, or waiting outside of it to receive a lecture that would inevitabley be even worse than the previous hundred you'd received. The principal of Juuban High was an old fogey with no sense of what 'now' was: he lived about six hundred years or so in the past, Haruka was certain of that.

That was why Haruka hated being outside the principal's office in lesson times. Standing there during what should have been her time to be eating lunch though… well that just didn't bear thinking about. It was like all the demons in Hell were conspiring against her for some reason. All she'd done was give that prick what he deserved, so why was she having to stand out there and wait for what was probably going to be one of the biggest bollockings of her life?

And as if things couldn't have been any worse, which Haruka would previously have thought to be the case, she found herself standing outside the principal's office during what should have been her lunch break with none other than her dear friend Aino Minako beside her while Kou-suck-up-Seiya got away with everything. Next time she was going to put him in a coma, she really was; he was a git, he deserved every bit of what he got after all.

She sighed and leant back against the wall, taking time to once again observe the chronically dumb blonde beside her. Minako was leisurely chewing bubblegum while curling her amazingly non-peroxide-blonde hair round one of her fingers. It was then that the smaller girl turned to face her and Haruka realised just how horrific the clash between Minako's eyes and her make-up really was. She had lovely eyes, Haruka was shocked when she thought that but Minako really did. Her eyes weren't astonishing to the eye of the beholder like Tomoe Hotaru's, but they were unusual in their hue, like sapphires, no, paler than that, opals. But weren't opals supposed to bring bad luck or something? If so then they were even more fitting for the girl. She'd brought nothing but bad luck to Haruka so far after all…

"Oh, I didn't notice you here, 'Ruka-kun," Minako smiled, still with those strange eyes of her's fixed on Haruka, who was infuriated somewhat by the girl's informality towards her.

Why did Minako always look so vancant? Why was she always so vacant? There was something about her expression that Haruka had seen somewhere before, but where? Then it hit her and she just had to say it to Minako.

"You're on drugs, aren't you?" Haruka asked, yawning in boredom as she did so.

Minako blinked and turned to her, "You're talking to me, 'Ruka-kun?"

"No I'm talking to the invisible girl behind you," Haruka rolled her eyes. "Of course I am you moron."

"Oh," Minako replied. "No, I'm not on drugs. Why do you ask, looking for a dealer or something, Ten'oh?"

Haruka groaned; if anything Minako's reply made her think her previous speculation had been right. No one could be that spacey if they weren't on anything, could they? And then Minako had the nerve to ask her if she was looking for a goddamned drug dealer? That girl could not be real, she realy couldn't!

"So why are you here?" Minako asked, blowing and popping a bubble of gum.

"None of your business," Haruka snapped. "No prizes for guessing why you're here; you got sent out for violations of the school's uniform code for about the fify sixth time this month."

Minako raised an eyebrow, "I can't have been sent here that many times already this month."

Haruka gave her a look of complete disbelief, "Please tell me you know exaggeration when you see it."

Minako blinked, "Oh, oh yeah! Oops."

"Anyways, Aino," Haruka began but Minako interrupted her.

"Call me Minako."

"Fine, Minako, why the heck are you wearing red and green to school?" she asked, mentally adding 'and what the Hell is up with the horrific make-up?'

"I just wanted to," Minako replied. "I was only late because I overslept. Oops, forget I said that."

Haruka rolled her eyes, "And there was me thinking you were trying to dress up as a Christmas tree."

"What?" Minako asked, frowning in confusion.

"I thought you were trying to get yourself mistaken for a Christmas tree, seeing as it's nearly Christmas and all," Haruka replied, smirking.
"Maybe you should come in wearing tinsle tomorrow."

"Now there's a thought," Minako mused and Haruka almost fell over in shock. That girl really was oblivious to just about everything,
wasn't she? "Anyway why are you here, 'Ruka-chan, you still haven't told me."

"Kou Seiya was being a prat so I decked him," Haruka replied. "No more than he deserved if you ask me."

"I like Seiya," Minako replied, "He's pretty cute. Not as cute as you though, 'Ruka-kun."

Haruka wanted to be sick when she heared that. Being compared to Seiya was never a good thing, even when she did come out on top. Luckily she wasn't forced to listen to any more of Minako's banter as the girl was called into the principal's office, leaving her to wait and waste away what should have been her lunch break.

Haruka wanted to kill something. This day had quite possibly been the worst day she had ever had to put up with, ever, and that was saying a lot. She hated school, she hated Seiya and she hated Minako, but even more than that she hated whoever had decided to change their seating plan according to their latest exam results.

She turned to the blonde girl next to her, who was wittering away completely oblivious to Haruka's boredom and irritation. Whoever had said that she was going to be sitting next to Aino Minako until the end of the school year was going to die a slow, horrible and immensly painful death she decided. Yes, a very slow, horrible and painful death.

Haruka groaned and decided that she was going to listen to Minako prattle on at least until the bell rang at the end of the day. Double world history, could she kill someone? Please? All she wanted to do was disembowel someone… or maybe she would cut her own ears off so she couldn't hear. Gods alive, Higashi-sensei's lessons were so boring she would rather have gouged her own eyes out with a rusty compus than sit through them.

"You know most people wouldn't believe this but I really love all kinds of sports," Minako said, catching Haruka's attention. Maybe they had something in common after all. "You know formula one racing, right? Of course you do, you're a driver! You know I love watching you race, 'Ruka-kun; you really know what you're doing."

"Thanks I guess," Haruka shrugged, mildly surprised by the fact that the blonde girl watched racing at all.

"Hey, 'Ruka-kun, can I have your autograph? I gotta say I'm a pretty big fan of yours," Minako grinned, her question catching the other girl by surprise.

"Sure, I guess," Haruka shrugged, signing a piece of scrap paper and shoving it into Minako's hand. Yep this was much more interesting than class would have been if she were attempting to pay attention to it. After listening to Minako talk incessently for a few more minutes, Haruka had come to a conclusion about Minako, a conclusion she didn't like much at all.

"You sound like a groupie, Aino," she sighed.

"It's Minako, I told you earlier," Minako replied. Then she blinked and a frown appeared on her face. "What?"

"You heard me, Miss Groupie Supreme," Haruka yawned.

"TAKE THAT BACK!" Minako suddenly yelled, causing Haruka to flinch away. Man that girl had one hell of a loud voice on her…

"Aino, I would appreciate it if you would shut up and pay attention," Higashi-sensei shouted from the front of the class. "And Ten'oh, stop flirting with Aino; I know she's pretty but that sort of behaviour is innaproriate for class."

Minako flushed and Haruka glared at the teacher: that bastard, how dare he assume… Right, she was having a bad day, a very bad day, and someone was going to get hurt. Well she supposed this day could get worse in one way… and then Higashi-sensei announced that they did indeed have homework.

Yep, now she was in such a bad mood that she'd kill god or the devil or whatever if they annoyed her. Or maybe she'd just sucker-punch Kou Seiya again. Yes, that was a much better idea.