The door to Usagi's apartment cracks open blue eyes looking at the two women standing in front of it. The door closes and they can hear the chain being disengaged from the lock before it opens fully.
Haruka is the first one to notice gasping at their Princess's hair while Michiru puts a hand against her lips when she too notices it. The blond in question sheepishly looks at them tangling her fingers into the chop job she had done to her hair the night before.
"Hey, you two," the blonde whispers still running fingers through the mess of her hair.
Haruka takes a deep breath looks over at Michiru who is still staring at the blonde then shakes her head. 'Can't be helped,' she thinks to herself before she pulls the blonde out by her hand.
"Come on, Princess. The least we can do is get it, so it doesn't look like you took a weed whacker to it," Haruka smiles at the joke as Usagi bows her head in embarrassment.
"I know a saloon that will take care of this, Usagi. No need to worry," Michiru chips in after her initial shock wears off.
They wait for Usagi to lock up her apartment before they flank her on the way down to Haruka's car to take them to the saloon that Michiru had mentioned. The ride over is a quiet affair with no one uttering a word each lost in her own thoughts.
The hairdresser waves over at Michiru while walking over towards the group when they enter the saloon. The two women embrace with a smile on their faces as they talk to one another.
"So here for a haircut, Michiru? I haven't seen you in a while!" The hairdresser said after stepping back from the hug.
"Oh no not today, Isabella. I have a friend who is in desperate need of a haircut," Michiru states, taking a step to the side as she points over towards Usagi and her recent hack job she did to her hair.
Isabella nods her head before walking towards the blonde, leaning her head from one side to another taking in the result of Usagi's haste thought process the night before then smiles.
"Break up?" Is all Isabella asks with Usagi's eyes welling up and she gives a shot nod of her head. "No worries honey. I'll take care of this in a jiffy. Go sit down and we'll get started. You're lucky it's a slow day otherwise you'd have to wait for a while."
Usagi nods solemnly as she walks over to the chair, pulling her phone out of her back pocket to power it on after turning it off the night before. After it boots up it starts to buzz from the number of messages coming in from her friends the night before. She sighs and puts it down in her lap while she waits for the hairdresser to come over and start to correct the mess that she made of her hair.
Once Isabella gets set up, she runs her fingers through Usagi's hair to get an idea of what she is working with, but stops when she sees the girl leaning her to the side with a questioning look upon her face.
"I was just seeing how I could fix this is all. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Isabella explains to her.
"No, it's okay, but you think I could style my hair anyway that I want to?" Usagi questioned in a timid voice that has Isabella raising an eyebrow in concern.
"Well of course, you can. What makes you think you couldn't style it anyway that you want to?" She questioned the blonde who tilts her head down with a blush.
Isabella is about to say something but takes a slight step back when she notices that Usagi has raised her head, squared her shoulders and now there's a look of determination has replaced the shy, timid one she was just sporting when she arrived.
"Then I know exactly what I want," she answers, picking her phone up off her lap and unlocks it before swiping to a picture that she saved a few years ago showing it Isabella.
The hairdresser takes the phone from the girls hand and stares at it. Looking at the cut before nodding her head and hands it back with a smile upon her face.
"Coming right up, dear," She answers before she's off to get a few more things for her clients hair.
Usagi taps her feet against the bar of the chair nervously feeling her throat close at the thought of what she's about to do, but she pushes down the feeling to examine later as she closes her eyes and lets Isabella do her work.
The sound of a razor makes Usagi jump a little and the tight feeling is back once more as she opens her eyes to see Isabella running the razor through the back of her hair. She places a hand upon her chest as it feels like there's a lead weight upon her chest. Her eyes dart around and she's starting to breath rapidly almost as if she can't pull enough air into her lungs. Her mind starts to go cloudy, and she can't think properly. She's only slight aware that the razor has turned off and there's someone saying her name, but she can't place it in the haze.
Her chest rises and falls faster than if she was running after some Youma that tried to steal energy from the populace, but she's just sitting in a saloon getting her haircut. She can't bring herself to swallow as her throat feels tight as if something is lodged within it. Her mouth opens to gasp for air, and she starts to sway. A coherent thought rattles around in her head asking what's going on.
She feels someone clenching her hands trying to talk to her, but she's not seeing the person in front of her. The word Destiny is now pounding through her brain, and it feels like she has stopped breathing for minutes, hours, she's not even sure anymore. She opens her mouth to gasp a breath again and is relived when she can finally pull a bigger amount into her lungs.
She closes her eyes and focuses on the voice in front of her calling her name and her vision begins to clear only to see Haruka's concerned face right in front of her own. She gulps air back into her lungs leaning her head to the side. She can still feel her chest rising rapidly, but it's easier to breath then it was moments before.
"Hey, it's okay, Usagi. Breath with me," She hears Haruka say still crouched in front of her.
She does what she's told while Haruka holds her hands. She looks over Usagi's shoulder and nods her head once. Before muttering words that Usagi can barely hear, but the sound brings her down slowly and helps to calm her racing heart.
The razer is turned on again, but this time Usagi doesn't feel the strange heaviness again as she watches Haruka who is now running her thumb against the girls hands.
"You got this, Usagi. Just a little longer," Haruka mutters, still staring intently into Usagi's eyes, her breathing slow and steady to help the blonde.
Once the hair cut is finished, Usagi slouches against the chair running her hands over her face feeling it crusty, from the tears that she hadn't realized fell sometime during the haircut. She looks up at Haruka who smiles back at her a soft look upon her face.
"What was that?" Usagi croaks out, her voice sounding raw from the ordeal she just went through even though she didn't utter a peep.
Haruka stands up grimacing at the sound of her knees cracking from crouching in the same spot for long then casts a look over towards a concerned looking, Michiru before looking back towards, Usagi.
"I think you had a panic attack, Usa," Haruka breaths out, running her fingers through her hair not quite meeting her eyes.
"Oh," is all the girl says before she leans her head back and closes her eyes putting a hand on her chest once more. "So that's what they are called. I always wondered."
Haruka's eyes widen and she quickly looks over at Michiru with a surprised look on her face. Wondering how long the Princess has been going through these panic attacks.