WARNING: This is rated PG-13 for a reason and the rating may well go up to

R so if you're under 13 go away. I mean not like I seriously think you

will... I didn't when I was your age but... bleah, I felt obligated to

tell you to shoo. *sweatdrops* Oh yea, and shojou-ai. I love the Lights

dearly, by they belong as women.

Disclaimer: *blinks* did you seriously think I own Sailor Moon? *blinks

again* Whatever.

AN: Hey! I know that this is kinna weird for a SM fic... NOT! Dude, you

have no idea how many "bad girl" SM fics I've read... *rolls eyes* But I

was reading yet another one and got a little inspired because recently I'd

re-read an old original of mine that I wrote mostly listening to Flame

Sniper and I was like hmmm maybe I should write a "bad girl"-ish SM fic.

But of course first I had to go find a Flame Sniper mp3 because the last

time I'd heard it was like four years ago on this awesome russian site

that closed down around then and yea... so after about 20 minutes (which

is really long for me to be looking for something) I found one and

downloaded it and now I am ready to write this thing! HOO-HA!

Oh yea, and at the moment I have no idea whether this is going to be an

Usa/Seiya fic or an Usa/Yaten. Sorry to all you Mamo-chan fans out there,

he dosen't seem appropriate for what I have in mind! (and I don't like him

anyway =P)

*grins* So sit back, find an appropriate playlist, and enjoy the story!

There is a minimal amount of japanese in this, but only what I use in

everyday life so just guess what it means. ^^

P.S.- the title means "Fizzy Orange Juice"

Tansan-iri Orenji-juus

By: Lioness Blackfire

Chapter One

As the three teenage girls walked up to the front doors of their

new apartment building an aluminum can could be heard rattling along the

ground in the nearby alleyway. Only the shortest one did so much as to

flick her green eyes in the direction of the noise. The apartment building

was relatively nice-looking - not too many broken windows, no yelling from

within, and only faintly smelling of cigarettes and alcohol. It seemed to

be a good place for a new band to get off the ground.

"Hey." Said the clerk as they entered the front room. "Newcomers?

At this hour of the night?"

"We called ahead of time." The tallest stated. "It would be under

Kou."

"Ah... yes. Three-bedroom flat with living area, bathroom,

kitchenette, and streetside balcony." The clerk put three keys on the

counter. "It's room 301. Good night to you." The three girls each nodded

and took a key, but as they were leaving the clerk spoke again, "Chotto,

sumimasen. Gomen, but I'd warn you to just avoid some of our other

tenants. They tend to be on the... bitchy side, if you know what I mean.

Just thought I'd warn you."

"Arigato." The black-haired one said and gave a polite smile and

nod of the head. "Good night."

The three went up to the third floor and arrived at their room.

It was just as the clerk had described it - three plain bedrooms each

containing but a bed and closet, a simple bathroom with the essentials, a

kitchen with counter, stove, and fridge, and a small living area furnished

with an old sofa, small television set, and a carpet that may have been

light red at one point but was faded to a vomit-like pinkish gray and had

a suspicious greasy spot in the far corner.

The black-haired one dumped her bags (all two of them) on the bed

of the room she claimed as her own, and headed out to the balcony. The

view was very nice, in the way views go when in that peculiar area just

between inner and outer city. From where she was, she could see a park

just a couple blocks over...

"Nice, isn't it?" a voice said, startling her. She looked around

to find a young woman leaning on the rail of the adjacent balcony. Her

blue eyes looked out across the city, and her long blonde hair was falling

out of a pair of buns atop her head. Beneath a white blouse that was open

to the third button a crimson lace bra was visible, and her cutoff jeans

shorts showed off long shapely legs.

"Yea." The black-haired girl replied, making an attempt not to

stare at the other girl. "I'm Kou Seiya. You are...?"

"Tsukino Usagi." she took a drag from the cigarette between her

shiny crimson lips. "You new here? I don't remember seeing you before."

"Yea. Me and the rest of the band" she motioned at the apartment

with her head, "just got here. You?" Usagi tapped her cigarette against

the balcony rail and a slight frown passed across her generally unreadable

features.

"I've been here a long time." Far away, a gunshot could be heard.

Seiya stared out across the buildings and down the streets in the silence

that ensued. Usagi took a deep breath and sighed, stretching and cracking

her back. One of her buns fell out entirely. Seiya glanced over, Usagi was

facing her direction entirely, and she could see the crescent moon shaped

scar on her forehead. "Well, I'll seeya'nother time. Oyasuminasai, Seiya."

"Oyasuminasai, Usagi." She replied, and Usagi slid open the glass

door into her apartment and slipped inside. Her apartment was

significantly smaller than the Kous', being for only one person, and had a

much more lived-in feel. The kitchenette had dirty dishes in the sink and

various colors of hair dye on the counter, while the living area sported a

fresher rug and newer television set, though the couch was in the same

general state of disrepair and there were carry-out chinese food packages

on one end.

Usagi walked over and leaned on the back of the couch, pulling

out the bun that was still up. From the midst of the food containers she

grabbed a remote control and switched on the TV. Some late-night movie was

on, but it seemed she turned the set on simply for the noise because she

walked over to the counter and selected a few choice hair dyes before

setting to clearing the sink.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The shortest girl from the night before woke up first of the

three, and wrote out a note to the other two before heading out to find a

cafe of some type. But when she reached the lobby, she found the clerk and

a young woman with blonde hair that had blue and black streaks arguing in

hushed whispers.

"I told you I'd give you the rent when I got paid, and I don't

get paid until end of today!" the girl whispered harshly.

"But the policy is rent has to be in by the 27th of each month or

you have to pay interest." the clerk stated.

"But I told you what was going on! And I won't have enough to pay

the extra and still... oh, eat next month you know. C'mon, I've been

living here long enough for you to know I'll get it in..."

"You're lucky you get those smokes free from work..." the clerk

muttered under his breath, but then said, "Okay Usagi. One more day. Pay

me by tomorrow morning and no fine, but one second past noon and the

deal's off."

"Arigato gozaimas, Foronto-san." and Usagi turned and almost ran

straight into the staring silver-haired girl. "What'r you lookin' at?" she

asked, pulling out a cigarette and heading for the door.

"Nothing." the silver-haired girl muttered, and waited for a

moment before leaving the same way Usagi did. It wasn't long before she

found the Crown Cafe and Game Center and, deciding it sounded alright,

entered. Usagi was sitting on a stool at the counter.

"You following me?" She asked, narrowing her blue eyes.

"Why would I? I don't even know you." The silver-haired one

replied, and sat a few stools down from Usagi.

"Ohaiyo gozaimas, what can I get you?" the blonde boy behind the

counter asked.

"A black coffee, please."

"Coming up." as he set the coffee maker to doing it's thing he

looked over his shoulder at Usagi. "So, you know this new band is in town,

Usa?"

"No. What's it called?"

"The Three Lights. It's three girls all with the last name Kou."

Usagi perked up.

"Kou? Like that kid I met last night. Sss.. s-something..."

"Seiya." the silver-haired girl provided as she received her

coffee.

"You know her?" Usagi asked.

"I live with her. Kou Yaten des, hajimemashite."

"Tsukino Usagi." she paused. "So when she said 'the rest of the

band' she meant literally, band." she chuckled. Yaten raised an eyebrow.

"I met Seiya last night, out on the balcony. I'm in the apartment next to

yours."

"Ah." They sat in silence for a long moment, each drinking their

coffees. "So, there any nightclubs in this town we could play in?"

"You could play here. Downstairs's a club at night."

"I'll tell the girls. Arigato." She put money for the coffee

under her cup and stood. "Well, sayonara."

"Sayonara." Usagi watched Yaten go and sighed, putting out her

cigarette.

"You really should stop, Usa."

"I know, Motoki. But really, smoking is the least worry in my

mind right about now." She stood up as well. "I need to get on to class."

"What's on your mind?" Motoki asked as if she hadn't said

anything. Usagi smiled and shook her head.

"Just my birthday. And Chibiusa's."

"Oh..." Motoki looked down. Usagi rolled her brilliantly blue

eyes and boosted herself up and sat on the counter.

"Motoki-kun, it's been nearly three years. You need to stop

blaming yourself for what that bastard Mamoru did." Tenatively, she put a

thin arm around his shoulders.

"I know." he looked up at her and grinned slyly. "I guess I'll

stop blaming myself about the same time you give up smoking."

"Baka." she laughed playfully and slipped down off the counter.

"I'll be seeing you. Can't be late to class." She called, but he stopped

her just as she was about to leave.

"Oh, you working tonight, Usa?"

"Yea. And have my paycheck ready! The landlady's gonna flip if I

don't pay the rent soon."

"Alright. Ja, mata!"

"Ja!" and she left the arcade.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Juuban College?" Seiya asked as the three girls approached it.

"You sure about this, Taiki?" The tallest girl, brown-haired and

purple-eyed, nodded.

"If the band dosen't do well, we should each have a back-up

plan." Seiya shrugged. Behind them, the sound of motorcycle roared. Yaten

rolled her eyes, picturing some super-macho guy showing off to a crowd of

drooling girls. The motorcycle roared all the way to it's parking spot

right next to the sidewalk where the three girls were. The rider stepped

off, removed her helmet, and tons of blonde, black, and blue hair fell in

two pigtails to her ankles. She turned strikingly violet eyes up to look

at the three taller girls.

"You sure you're not some stalker?" She asked, looking at Yaten.

The silver-haired girl met Usagi's eyes squarely.

"I could say the same. I was here first this time."

"I thought your eyes were blue." Seiya commented, completely

changing the subject.

"They are. Colored contacts."

"I thought you almost couldn't afford rent this morning and now

you have colored contacts?" Yaten stated pointedly as the four started

toward the buildings. Usagi grinned.

"Those, the hair dye, and the smokes are all perks of my job.

They're just about the only reason I keep it, actually."

"So what is your job?" Yaten asked, becoming curious. Usagi

dismissed it with a wave of her hand.

"Nothing important." she looked at Taiki. "I don't beleive we've

met. Tsukino Usagi des, hajimemashite."

"Kou Taiki des. Hajimemashite to you as well."

"So, what classes do youall have first?"

"Literature." Taiki said brightly and Seiya grumbled at the same

time.

"Algebra." Yaten said after blinking at her companions.

"Well, I've got Lit too, in room 415 with Koosoobiru-san." Usagi

commented. Seiya's expression lit up a bit.

"Hey, that's my class too." Usagi looked at her.

"Cool. And that means we have to turn right here to get to the

room. Dewa mata, Taiki, Yaten." So then it was just Usagi and Seiya. Seiya

walked slightly behind the shorter girl, feeling a little out of place,

expecially when a tall blonde boy stopped Usagi to talk.

"Koneko-chan, ohaiyo."

"Ah! Haruka! Ohaiyo gozaimas! We still on for that bike race

after school?"

"Absolutely." He spotted Seiya, who was wishing she looked small

and inconspicuous. "Who'r you?"

"Kou Seiya des. You?"

"Ten'ou Haruka. Koneko, a word?" Seiya watched as the tall blonde

boy led Usagi over to a row of lockers.

"Don't be... something funny about..." Seiya began wishing that

she either could or couldn't hear the conversation, as opposed to little

snippets.

"Haruka-san... next to mine... at the Crown at night anyways..."

"Okay, fine. But watch yourself." And Haruka and Usagi rejoined

Seiya.

"There you are, Haruka." a very female voice said, and a girl

with wavy sea-green hair approached and took Haruka by the elbow. "You're

going to be late."

"Gomen, Michiru. Ja, Usagi."

"Ja, Haruka!" Usagi replied, and the two walked off. Seiya could

feel her face heating at the boy's attitude. "Don't mind Haruka, Seiya.

She's always like that with strangers." Usagi almost grinned as the

realization hit Seiya.

"Wait, SHE? Haruka's a... girl?"

"Surprised?" Usagi asked, looking up at the taller girl through

her eyelashes. Seiya suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Usagi smirked

and looked back down the hallway. "The classroom's right there." When they

entered, the last two seats were halfway up, across the asile from each

other. (AN: When picturing the room, think of that place Ami first met Ryo

in the anime) The class began not too long after they sat down.

Seiya not being one to particularily enjoy literature (Taiki had

made her take it) she turned her gaze to Usagi for the first really good

look at the girl since the night before. Her hair was up in two buns with

long streamers to her ankles, but which pooled at the ground as she was

sitting. The streaks in her golden-blonde hair were black and cerulean

blue, which set off her strikingly violet contacts and pale skin. She wore

a white blousy top which was untucked over light flare jeans that had tan

laces up the sides. Under those were visible black knee-high platform

boots which added a full two inches to her normally small height.

Seiya smirked. That would make her taller than Yaten, who only

had a inch on Usagi to begin with. Usagi moved, pulling a small

star-shaped locket out of her pocket. She opened it. Inside was a picture

of a pink-haired toddler smiling up at something off-camera. From the back

of the room, a ball of paper went flying and hit the picture. Usagi,

without even turning, showed a select finger to the one who threw it and

put the picture away.