Y'all have read the disclaimers. No need to repeat. And remember…REVIEW, or I will send pink, fluffy, harmless youma after you! Ahem…Enjoy.

Remember also….

When some one talks in (teal parentheses), it is Michiru. When they talk in (blue parentheses) It's Haruka.

Chapter 2

*Two days later, On the way to school*

Michiru sighed as she walked along. Lugging a bookbag *and* a violin for half a mile this early in the morning was never fun. She couldn't get the dream off her mind.

(well, michi-girl, you did eat those cookies before bed…but those eyes…they were so similar!!)

"Hey, Michiru-chan!"

Michiru smiled as Haruka walked up beside her.

"So you go to my high school?" the blonde haired, half-asleep girl asked.

"Yeah. So, how've you been?"

"Eh, okay. Kami-sama! Gomen, but my brain's back in my sock drawer."

Michiru giggled a bit.

"I know what it's like."

"Yeah. Hey, That violin looks heavy. May I carry it for you?"

"Oh..um..thanks…" said Michiru, as Haruka pulled it easily from her hand. Their fingers touched for merely a second.

(God, it feels like the person in my dream...arrgh!!! will that damn dream ever get out of my head!!!)

An image flashed in front of Michiru's eyes of everything the way it was in the dream, that magical violin, Haruka in shadows, and Michiru in a flowing seagreen gown. This caused her a slight shock, and she stopped and gasped.

"Michiru, are you okay?" asked Haruka.

"Yeah, fine…just the bookbag…lots of books." she answered with a small smile.

When they got to school, Haruka handed her back her violin.

"Hey, Michiru, if it's okay, you wanna hang out sometime?"

"Sure. Hey, if you see Ms. Moto around anywhere, could you tell her I'll be by at study hall?"

"Sure. Seeya Michiru."

*Later that night*

Michiru slumped down onto her futon bed. Her pajamas were warm; fresh out of the drier. She reached over and grabbed her walkman, ensuring that her StereoMud c.d. was inside. She laughed at the irony. A concert violinist who listens to rock bands. She clicked off her lamp and dozed off after the third song.

She was standing in the middle of a forest. The only things there were herself and the aquamarine violin.

Before her was a pond edged by stones. The water was sparkling as if a thousand blue and white jewels resided upon the surface of the water.

She saw someone floating in the air above the pond, and she stopped playing. By its own devices, the violin disappeared.

The only discernable features were blue eyes

(such striking blue eyes, like Haruka's…but I can't *possibly* be in love with her…can I…?)

but a voice, a mature and wise one, resounded in her head.

(Of course you can. And your hearts can be one. Love knows no gender. Love has no limits or boundaries.)

(What? What do you mean? Are you…Hauka?)

(No. I am not. Haruka's soul, Hauka's spirit: yes, that is what I am. I'm telling you this. Haruka is in trouble. She needs your help. You know where this place is. Go to her. You can choose not to. Deciding whether or not to go is your choice, but either way, destiny will be affected. Choose wisely. Choose now.)

(I…I…)

Michiru debated for a moment.

(I'll go.)

(I'll show you the way.)

Michiru was pulled into Haruka's spirit, and felt an upward rush. She was suddenly set down in the forest.

Haruka was there, a nasty looking youma in front of her. Haruka had a strange sword made of a golden-colored gem.

Michiru felt the violin in her hand.

( You know how to use it, Michiru. You Need To Help Haruka! Now go. We will meet soon enough.)