Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon.

Warnings: Shoujo-ai. Some OOC? Unbetaed. (If anyone is interested in becoming the much-needed beta-reader for this fic, please e-mail me.)

Notes: This was a short chapter, but I did my best in making it come to life. Hope you guys enjoy. ^_~

Vocabulary:

Senshi – warrior

Mugen Gakuen – Infinity School

A Quiet Scene V

"I wish you the best in academic pursuits, and in life!" Professor Tomoe, founder and director of Mugen Gakuen smiled over his podium as he adjusted his glasses. Students began to clap, signaling the end of the orientation. Haruka Tenoh sighed in relief as she rose from her red velvet seat; she was itching to get out into the nice spring sunshine, and enjoy it in the hour break before classes commenced.

"Michiru?"

"Wait Haruka, I just want to get a good look at Dr. Tomoe," Michiru rose on her tiptoes, trying to see over the teenagers in front of her. The two senshi had arrived late to the meeting and had to take the seats in the very back of the room. Although audio speakers allowed them to hear the speeches without any problems, they could barely see the school officials who spoke on stage. Mugen Gakuen included an elementary school and college in addition to its high school; to accommodate such a huge student body, the building was built along the same lines as a skyscraper. Its larger auditoriums rivaled those on university campuses.

"Come on, Michiru!" Haruka elbowed her way around exiting students.

"But I can feel something about him," Michiru's voice dropped, "Something…strange." She shifted again on her high heels, not noticing that one shoe had caught the edge of the carpet. If she moved the wrong way, she would twist her ankle and fall.

"MICHIRU!" Haruka dashed toward her partner. Unfortunately, she tripped along the way. Michiru noticed.

"Haruka!" Michiru maneuvered until she stood in the way of her partner's fall. It was too late to save her, but Michiru could still cushion Haruka's fall. They descended in a tangled heap.

"Sorry, Michiru! Are you okay?"

Michiru winced, "Aren't nice girls guaranteed a prince charming to do all the saving?" Michiru sighed, "How did I end up with you Tenoh, Haruka-san?"

 "Well, it was a piece of luck for me. A big chunk of bad fortune for you, Kaioh, Michiru-san," Haruka took Michiru's hand to help the sea senshi up.

The group of students surrounding the pair began to laugh at the jibe; they had gathered in curiosity after hearing Haruka scream Michiru's name. They would not forget Michiru or Haruka's names any time soon. A few girls girl's sighed at Haruka's grin. A few boys watched enviously as the green-haired beauty teased her boyfriend. It would definitely be hard to forget…especially since Michiru and Haruka had just made themselves the unofficial heartthrobs of Mugen High.

 A smitten observer giggled behind her hand, "He's so good-looking!"

"He's so good-looking! You'd think he was a model!" Minako Aino said the statement such conviction that her cherry milkshake spilled when she slammed it down on the countertop. She and her junior high school friends were at their usual table at a cozy soda parlor – a place they visited often after school hours.

"No way…no one can be that handsome," Rei Hino rolled her black eyes, and took another sip from her milk-tea mix.

"Are you sure, Minako-chan?" Makoto Kino bit into a juicy apple she had bought from a nearby fruit stand.

"Of course I'm sure. And not only was he cute, he had brains! The guy beat me at F-1 racing in the arcade, for god sakes! Do you doubt the word of the goddess of love, Venus-sama?!" Minako struck a silly pose, holding an imaginary bow in her hands as if she was going to unleash an arrow of love at the next poor unsuspecting victim to walk through the doors. A few of the parlor's patrons cast curious stares her way.

"Mmumph," Usagi Tsukino was bent over her ice cream; a few strands of her blonde strands were covered in fudge. With a contented sigh she gobbled up the remnants of the sweet confection, then straightened and cleared her throat, "Minako-chan's right. He was really handsome…even that girl with him was beautiful."

"Girl?" Makoto and Rei blinked. Ami Mizuno sat at the edge of the table, not commenting and still engrossed in her thick calculus book.

"You mean, he's not available?!" Rei looked horrified.

"Why, Rei-chan, I thought you weren't interested," Minako-chan's tone was sly before she broke into laughter.

"Th-That's not it."

"It's always the good ones that are taken," Mokoto said mournfully; suddenly the apple did not look very appetizing any more.

"He sounds too good to be true. He probably is too good to be true," Ami did not look up from her textbook as she flipped over to page 273.

"WHAT?!" The other girls began to advance on her. Their menacing aura was enough to break Ami out of her peaceful concentration. She closed her book reluctantly.

"B-But just a minute ago, you guys were saying he couldn't be that handsome!"

"Ami, Ami, Ami-chan. Despite knowing so much, you really don't understand the typical mind of a teenage girl," Minako tsked. Her eyes sparkled in adoration, "I mean the guy's perfect, absolutely PERFECT!"

"Perfect! Just perfect! We finally get here, and I think I've caught a cold!" A blonde figure complained as she was suddenly attacked by a series of harsh sneezes as the wind whipped through her hair, scattering the locks every which-way. Besides her, her partner's aqua-tinted hair was doing a similar dance.

"Tokyo Tower, a powerful architectural symbol representing Japan. It is known to be often visited by non-city dwellers, more so than those living in Tokyo," Michiru paused in browsing through the text to sweep a lock of marine-colored hair behind her ear. "I guess that's true. How stereotypical of us, Haruka, acting just like the out-of-towners this pamphlet says we are."

"I recall someone demanding we visit the tower once we got to Tokyo," Haruka sniffled miserably at her sneezing predicament, but more so at it being ignored.

"And I recall someone who would have fallen flat on her face without my help."

"Did you have to rub it in?"

"Of course," Michiru offered some her partner some tissue.

After using accepting it, Haruka smiled and put an arm around her partner's waist, "So… what do you think of Tokyo?" All previous bad-will towards Michiru was gone.

"It's the most beautiful sight in the world," Michiru's gaze wandered over the nighttime city aglow with lights far below her, "Like a mirror of the night sky."

"The most beautiful sight in the world? I think at least a hundred people would disagree with you," Haruka smirked, "And all of them having gotten only their first glimpse of you during orientation."

Michiru hummed, "Jealous that someone left me a love letter in my locker the first day at school?"

"Jealous? The word 'jealousy' isn't even in my vocabulary."

Michiru leaned closer into Haruka's embrace, "Whatever you say, Ms. Tenoh." Haruka titled her head until it was resting against Michiru's. In silence, they watched over the city of Tokyo. The land beneath them glowed like an intricate constellation.    

Dim light reflected off a pair of round eyeglasses as a man adjusted them in a gloomy classroom. The room was miles away from Tokyo Tower, and located beneath Mugen High, one of the many glowing points in Tokyo's nightly web of luminescence. The man smoothed down his white lab coat and began to speak to the girlish figures sitting in the row of student desks before him - they too, were bathed in shadows.

"Welcome to your first assignment, Witches 5," The man turned. Underneath his hand, chalky-white diagrams bloomed on the faded green board. One day, they might bear fruit.

"Lesson number one. The conquest of Tokyo." 

TBC…

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