This chapter was written by my friend, Kimberlee, so don't praise me for it.

Usagi settled herself on the sofa after she gulped down the remaining items of food and drink. Haruka went back into the kitchen to set the tray on the counter. She'd wash it later. Frankly, she wasn't sure if she wanted a full Usagi sitting on her couch alone. So she went and joined her in the room, glaring distractedly at the television screen.

"Why are you still here?" Haruka asked.

"I'm waiting for Michiru, remember, silly?"

"Yes, I remember."

The younger woman stretched her legs out to fill the length of the sofa. Haruka turned to watch her, looking quite bored. "Listen... Usagi..."

"Yes?" She asked cheerfully.

"Michiru isn't coming back," she muttered, her voice nearly inaudible.

"What?" Usagi sat up, her gaze narrowed confusedly.

"She's not coming back!" She said, more loudly this time.

"Wh-what do you mean? She's not coming back?"

"YES, SHE IS NOT COMING BACK! SO GO TAKE YOUR VIOLIN SOMEWHERE ELSE!" Haruka stood up suddenly, looking angrier than ever. Usagi leaned back against the couch, as if expecting her to go into an angry rage and attack her. But she didn't.

"I'm sorry Haruka, I didn't know," she whispered. Haruka could see the woman's eyes welling up. "Why did she go?"

"I don't know why she left!" She began pacing back and forth, her hand coming up to her forehead. With it there she looked more distressed than ever.

"Maybe she's getting you a present?" Usagi suggested.

"She's never been gone this long."

"Maybe she's just taking a vacation?"

"FROM WHAT?"

"I didn't mean it like that."

Usagi bit her bottom lip, trying to think of anything else as to why Michiru might be gone. She really didn't know what to do now. It was usually her job to help people when they were in trouble, but she had no idea where Michiru was and what might've happened.

Since she couldn't exactly do anything of the helping sort at the moment, or think of another excuse, she stood up and went over to stand beside Haruka instead. "I'm sorry." With a loud sob, she threw her arms around the Haruka.

Haruka's eyes widened with the sudden friendly gesture, but then she welcomed the hug as a source of comfort. No one usually cared this much about her, especially when it wasn't her that needed to be worried over. It was Michiru.

This chapter was written by my friend, Kimberlee, so don't praise me for it.