The blond girl found the kitchen was too large to be comfortable in. She wondered what would have happened if she'd never learned how to cook. She'd probably have taken one of the frozen dinners out and made the same mistakes as Setsuna. Haruka sighed, combing her brain for an idea. Eventually she decided to make things simple for herself and took out two cans of soup and the makings for a salad. It was a basic meal, so the hope was that they might like it while it was also simple. They were probably really hungry too.

Haruka was going back and forth between the sink to wash the lettuce and turning the stove top on to cook the pot of soup when she heard it. The music of a violin. It was very beautiful, not that Haruka knew anything about music. Her parents had thought of making her take piano lessons a long time ago, but she'd decided it wasn't for her. All the concentration that went into the music, she couldn't enjoy it as much. But there was something else, too. It was strange but it made her feel a little lonely playing the piano. She wasn't actually sure why, but her mother had whispered to her once that it probably reminded her of something in a past life. Haruka's mother was always strange that way, for a high class woman Haruka had a strangely superstitious mother. Still, the fact that she thought of her mother's odd comment moved her. Because the sound of the violin seemed familiar.

Haruka shook herself, adding cracked pepper and some dried dill to the tomato soup once it had started to mix properly. If she missed her chance to stir it in so that the flavours would mix then they probably wouldn't be very happy with her skills. And really, this was all she could do for these people for letting her stay. She thought of her mother, and her heart clenched in pain. Did her mother know? Her poor sweet mother who's blue eyes she had inherited? What's more- did Haruka want her mother to know that the man she loved had betrayed her? No, it wasn't Haruka's job to do that. Haruka tried to keep the matter at hand in her mind, but it was a battle. The sound of the violin was strong and sweet. Haruka couldn't keep the tension in her heart or body as she listened.

"She's really good, isn't she?" Setsuna said, re-entering the kitchen with a pen tucked behind one ear. She hadn't been lying about the work in her office, however she was also affected by her sister's violin. There was no way to get any work done with such a distracting noise. "Do you need any help?"

"If you could stir the soup, that would be good," Haruka said, moving to concentrate on the salad. The one thing she really liked about canned soups was that they really only had to be heated up. It was the perfect thing to cook that would be quick and simple. She would have asked Setsuna to make the salad but she wasn't so sure about the woman's skills anymore.

"She's been playing violin since she was very young," Setsuna said, taking the wooden stirring spoon and stirring the soup occasionally. Haruka was tearing the salad into a bowl, setting the other fruits out on the counter. Since they had the fruits around it seemed like a good idea. She wondered why Setsuna was telling her all this. It was kind of strange to think she'd left on Friday not knowing anything about Mich and now she was Michiru with hair and eyes and... Haruka blushed. She was not going to think about it. "Do you believe in reincarnation?" Haruka looked at the dark haired beauty with wide eyes. She was a business woman- who would believe that she honestly thought about those things too? Of course, her mother believing them was also weird but Setsuna seemed too mature for such things. Her mother reminded her of a teenage girl sometimes.

"Not really," Haruka admitted, taking the pieces of mandarin orange out of the skin with care not to break them. she would have preferred clementines, as they were sweeter however she was working with whatever they had in the kitchen. "I've heard of it though."

"Interesting. You mean you've never had dreams that you thought were maybe part of a past life?" Setsuna said, wondering if she was going to push the blond guest too far soon. It was a good thing Michiru wasn't here to get her to leave Haruka alone in a blushing rush. Michiru was really protective of Haruka, of course Haruka seemed to need it. She acted nothing like the prince that Michiru always boasted about.

"No," Haruka said simply, finishing off the salad with some strawberries and spreading some fruity vinaigrette over top. Her mother had made her this salad once, a long time ago when she'd sworn off all salads. Thinking of her mother pained her, so Haruka decided she wasn't going to think about it any more tonight. Her mother had been worried on the phone, and confused as to why Haruka wasn't speaking with a rather monotone voice.

"That's no fun, but the element of air was always more involved with change rather than the past," Setsuna said, smiling secretively. Haruka looked at the older woman, blushing slightly. She wasn't sure what it was that had made her embarrassed by that smile, but it seemed to say something that made her feel embarrassed. Moreover, she had no clue what the woman was talking about. But it made sense to her in a way. It was probably some astrology reference.

"I'll go tell Michiru it's time to eat. Can you serve up the food?" Haruka said, not waiting for a yes or no before leaving the kitchen in the apron. She stopped in the open archway of the living room where Michiru was playing the violin. The music was more infectious in here. Listening to the music filled Haruka with a sense of peace she hadn't known existed. But she'd felt this way before, she knew it. Looking at Michiru, who seemed so serious as she played must have confused Haruka's eyes. Because she was seeing things. She was seeing Michiru a bit older in a long flowing gown a little lighter than the colour of her hair... A crown that looked like it was made from dew drops was on her head, as blue as her eyes. Michiru turned to look at her, finally aware of her presence but Haruka was only aware of the slightly older vision. They both were making the same face- a stunned blush.

(A/N)

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't own the story of Sailor moon.

I know what you're all thinking. "Ahh! Kita ran away from finishing again!" Well it is not so! I was looking for a beta and she still hasn't reponded so I've made an extra check of this and decided I'm just going to have to finish it on my own. This chapter has been finished for a while. I'm already half done the next chapter. But I still need the love and encouragement. Or else I'll die. Well, not die but my ideas tend to shrivel up like raisins. And raisins are good, but I prefer grapes.

harucino: Very sorry about the delay!

WindChaser0001: Okay. Now that was the reaction I was hoping for. I shall work very hard on the next chapter.