Sorry that this chapter took me so damn long. Mostly it's laziness, but there are other elements as well. Always are, I know. Whatever. Anyway, a couple of notes that YOU MUST LOOK AT BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER!!!! In the first paragraph, what seems to be my own personal view is in fact not. Um, that didn't make much sense, did it? What I mean to say is that, while this does seem to be the case at my school, I do not mean that this is true with everyone. I mean no disrespect. And I don't want any reviews telling me I know nothing about it, because I do, okay? If the first note didn't make any sense, or that I'm a huge bitch, it's because I have a tremendous headache and nothing is helping it. Also, I am a huge bitch. So there. Hope we're all on the same page now. My apologies. The band, song, and song title at the end are all made up. Not real. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't use the title or lyrics in anything. The band name is just something I did for French, so you can name your firstborn that, for all I care. Though you may not want to.

Michiru scowled angrily at her reflection. She resented having been forced into a relationship with a) a man, and b) one that she hated, at that. Unlike many so-called 'bisexual women' and 'lesbians', she didn't 'like' women to get men to hit on her more often or because of a trend. She truly loved Haruka, and while pretending to like men could be fun, she really wasn't attracted to them. With the help of a referee, Michiru and Yaten had decided to use Usagi and Chibi Usa's idea to go shopping. No other option seemed to work. Their personal interests had so far clashed over movies, music, conventions, books and entertainment- oh yes, as well as colors and cosmetics. At least with shopping they could split up and avoid each other for a while. A round of loud honking came from outside. Michiru picked up her turquoise purse and went to meet Yaten. He was in the driver's seat of a white convertible. Michiru rolled her eyes in disgust while he was looking. White was such a bland color- although, it did match his dull hair. As she got into his atrocious looking car, she turned to him and murmured nastily, "Why don't you dye your hair? It would take the color easily. White makes you look like an old woman- oh, sorry, I was forgetting that you are one. Darling," she hissed sarcastically as an afterthought. Yaten narrowed his eyes as his foot slammed against the gas pedal. "You know, even your appearance depicts you as the senshi of the sea, what with your kelp-like hair and your pale, fishy skin, sweetie." "How kind of you to notice. I'm surprised you can actually see, since your head seems to have been shoved so thoroughly up your ass," Michriu sneered, gritting her teeth. Yaten emitted a low growl. Their car was now on the highway, a white blur moving steadily past the other cars, or as Yaten was secretly labeling them in his mind, cows (a/n: turtles are so cliché, and for the most part, cows are pretty damn slow. Take a step, graze. Take another step, graze. Anyone else bored yet?). Michiru whipped around in her seat to look out the window. "Hey, you just missed our exit!" "So what's the lipstick lesbian gonna do about it? Doesn't look like Butch came along for the ride. What a shame." Michiru pursed her lips tightly. "Shut up." Yaten ignored her. "Did you know that a lot of people think you two are actually a straight couple because Haruka's really a guy?" "Shut up." The driver smiled faintly as he narrowly avoided a head on collusion with a red Toyota. "I don't believe that, though. Personally, I think Haruka's just a circumcised hermaphrodite. Wouldn't that make more sense?" "YOU JUST DON'T KNOW WHEN TO QUIT, DO YOU?!" Michiru raised her purse above her head and smacked Yaten (a/n: I've been reading too much GTO. I just had to backspace and replace 'Kunio' with 'Yaten'. Whoops.) Yaten cried out in alarm and took his hands off the steering wheel to defend himself against the savage beatings Michiru was inflicting upon him without mercy (a/n: shoot me now. This time I wrote "Michiru" as "Armand". Maybe I shouldn't read for four hours straight before working on this damn thing.). The car swerved dangerously close to another car. Michiru shrieked and shoved the steering wheel in the other direction- which just happened to be off the highway, built on a plateau about fifty feet higher than the land below. Both driver and passenger of the white car screamed in fear as they plummeted over the edge. In his panic, Yaten bumped the button that initiated the radio. It was playing Tokyo's number one recent single, "Murder of the Cradle", by La Petite Sadique. As Michiru and Yaten closed their eyes and prayed in anticipation of their landing, they heard, "I'm just gonna kill you, for once and forever some day.