Title: Give Me Some Sugar

Chapter One

Author: Kiss This

Disclaimer: I don't own shit. [Except for the plot 'o course]

Summary: AU. Usagi is a famous singer, and is the younger sister of Setsuna, a prominent female model. When Usagi and Setsuna organize a fashion show at their mansion, in order to raise money for a good cause, by selling all the clothes they invite all the biggest celebs; actors and actresses, athletes, politicians, everyone who's a someone. One of those select few is the racecar driving champion, Haruka Ten'ou who finds something she wants that isn't on the order form.

A/N: Yup! Just a quicky Usagi/Haruka fic, 'cuz I've been sort of focusing on U/Y. It's not gonna be a full-blown fic; one, maybe two chapters, but that's about it. Anywho...here ya go.

Usagi Meioh groaned in frustration. Her older sister, Setsuna, continued to go on about something or other, but Usagi wasn't paying attention nor could she care less. In fact, she was busy counting the number of flashing, multicolored bulbs on the strand of Christmas lights she had wrapped around the top of her canopy bed. The afternoon light pouring in through her window made the decorative lights unnecessary, but she kept them lit all the time because she liked the pretty patterns of light and colors they made on her wall.


"Now do you understand?!" Setsuna finished with a deep breath.

Usagi jumped slightly at the loud interruption of her counting. Turning she saw her sister gazing at her as if expecting an answer to something. Usagi gulped. Damnit! Why did there have to be a pop quiz... She gave a half-hearted, nervous chuckle.

What's the answer? What's the answer?

"Uh...................sure?" She said slowly as if unsure what the "right" answer was. If there was indeed a "right" answer that wasn't it - obviously discerned by the low growl emitted deep from her throat.

"You weren't listening, were you..." It was more of a statement than a question. Usagi gave her sister a cheeky grin; instantly reverting from sheepishness to her naturally bright and impish self.

"Usagi!" Setsuna's garnet eyes narrowed in annoyance, and her full rouge lips quirked into an aggravated scowl.

Usagi was hard-pressed to keep from laughing. For her sister, and model of four years, it was impossible to look anything but sexy. Setsuna's complete and utter failure to be angry with her gave Usagi the urge to laugh out loud. Only the fact that it was Setsuna's turn to get dinner kept her from doing what would almost surely annoy the hell out of her older sister.

"I'm sorry Setz-chan." Usagi pouted. She blinked her sapphire eyes in a "puppy-dog" manner. "What were you saying about the show?"

"I'm just saying that since you dropped the bombshell that you're gay to the press you haven't gone on a single date."

Usagi shrugged her shoulders and got up from the bed, "I just haven't been in the dating mood..."

"Well it's time you get in the mood!" Setsuna exclaimed.


"I'm serious, lil sis!" She ran a hand through her long emerald hair accompanied by a frustrated exhaling of breath. "I just think that maybe-"

Usagi shook her blonde head vehemently. "Nu uh. I'm not having a date for our fashion show."

Setsuna glared. She opened her perfectly painted lips to argue, but Usagi beat her to it. "Just go get dinner, already! We need to get working for the show."

The next thing the emerald haired model knew she was being shoved determinedly out the door and into the hall. Usagi grinned at her startled face, and gave her sister a wink. "Pizza, please."



[4 days later]

"Miss Usagi." There was a polite knock at the door. Usagi looked up to see their maid standing in the open doorway. She gave the girl a warm smile and stood up. "Yes, Kara?"

"Miss Setsuna sent me. She would like you to come down and help her greet the guests." The maid gave a small inclination of her head when Usagi groaned.

"She wants to hook me up, doesn't she?" Usagi asked.

The girl, Kara, looked around slightly as if to check that there wasn't anybody around to snitch on her before taking a step into the room. "I'm not exactly sure, Miss Usagi, but whoever it is - they ain't here yet. I'm guessing that's why she told me to make sure you hurry; that guest should be arriving soon."

"Thank you, Kara. And please, it's just Usagi."

Kara curtsied and walked out of the room, "Yes Miss Usagi."

Usagi laughed at her maid's performance and followed her out. As she made her way down the stairs she saw her sister surrounded by people at the door; already immersed in the meet and greet of the evening. Usagi held her breath and padded as quietly down the stairs as she could manage. Unfortunately, Setsuna had incredible hearing.

"Usagi! Come over here! I'd like you to meet someone."

Usagi sighed in defeat and moved quickly down the stairs to join her sister at the mansion entrance. She made a mental note to severely beat Setsuna after the show while weaving in and out of crowds of people, heading in the general direction of the main foyer.

"You bellowed?"

Setsuna just smiled her picture-perfect smile, but Usagi could see the vein throbbing in her sister's temple. "Usagi, I'd like you to meet Michiru Kaiou and her cousin, Haruka Ten'ou."

Haruka laughed inwardly at the annoyed blonde who looked liked she'd desperately be anywhere but here. She shook hands with Michiru, and commented about her cousin's last concert.

"Were you there?" The violinist inquired.

"Oh yes, you played beautifully." Usagi replied earnestly.

"Thank you. It's always been my dream." Michiru smiled shyly.

She's not too bad...Setz-chan sure knows how to pick 'em. Too bad I don't feel like dating...

Usagi paused a moment. "If you don't mind my asking, Who was your accompanist on the piano? I don't believe their name was listed in the ballot."

Kami, I can't stand idle chitchat at the moment!

Michiru's smile faltered for a moment as the attention was drawn away from her, but Usagi failed to notice as her attention was fixed on counting the number of petals on a rose.

"That was my cousin, Haruka. She doesn't-"

Usagi's attention was brought back to the conversation at the mention of Haruka's name. "Haruka?" She blushed slightly when she realized that the rose, whose petals she had been counting, had been the one in the breast pocket of Haruka's tuxedo.

Haruka felt a strange rush run through her when Usagi looked at her. Her golden hair glowing in the light from the chandelier and her eyes, the deepest blue in color, gave her an angelic and heavenly look.

Maybe the night wouldn't be a total waste after all...

Haruka raised an eyebrow in amusement, as the petite blonde looked her up and down for a moment. Finally she said, "You play like the wind," in a definite tone.

"I've never gotten a compliment like that before," Haruka grinned flirtatiously.

"It wasn't meant as a compliment." Usagi scoffed. The words made Haruka's eyes widen in mild embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. I misunderstood-"

"It was a fact."

The rest of the group froze in shock. Usagi gave them a big smile, this time a real one, at the hilarity of their expressions. "Enjoy the party." Snagging a glass of champagne from a passing waiter she started to push her way back into the crowd.

"Usagi!" Setsuna called out sweetly, "Miss Kaiou was still talking to you. Don't be rude."

"I'm eighteen - it's my job."

Setsuna, ever calm and collected, began apologizing to the pair. "I'm sorry, she's not usually like this-"

"I hope she is." Haruka sipped the red wine she had cradled in her hand and turned from the inquiring gazes of her partners to look out into the crowd. "She's a regular spitfire, isn't she?" She mused.


"Stop following me." Usagi said with a laugh. The breeze stirred her blonde curls, brushing them against her pale cheeks as she leaned against the balcony; one hand supporting her head, and the other dangling over the railing holding her half-empty wineglass.

Haruka appeared beside her and leaned backwards against the balcony's railing. "How do you know it's not you who's following me?"

Usagi snorted, and gulped down the rest of her drink. "Because I'm always there first."

Haruka leaned over and smirked at the shorter blonde, "Damn...you got me."

"I never wanted you in the first place."

Haruka winced, "Ouch."

Usagi's face softened and she straightened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

Haruka cracked a smile. "Aw, you do care."

Usagi was only confused for a moment and then she scowled at the chuckling woman standing beside her.

"I don't know why you aren't dating, but it stops now..." Haruka said in a quiet but serious tone

Usagi was practically fuming. How dare she... This...hot woman just waltzes here expecting everyone to drop at her feet, and when the one she wants doesn't...Wait! I'm the one she wants?!

"Just because you say so?" Was Usagi's haughty retort.

When Haruka stepped towards her, Usagi realized just how much taller the other woman was. Looking up, Usagi shivered as a warm finger traced the outline of her face. Haruka smiled, and her breath was warm on Usagi's skin. "No, because you want me..." The husky and low tone of her voice lulled Usagi into tranquility and she watched through glassy eyes as Haruka leaned down to capture her lips.

Usagi gave a yelp of surprise when she realized what was happening and ducked down and out of Haruka's grasp. They both stumbled slightly as their supports were ripped away, but Usagi was already pushing her way through the crowd. Haruka was instantly on her feet and dashing after her.

Usagi paused only a moment to slip of her heels so she could maneuver more freely. Sounds of surprise and mild annoyance rose up behind her where, she could only guess, Haruka was shoving her way through. Continuing to swerve around mingling socialites she finally made it to the fashion runway only to find her pursuer reclining nonchalantly against it.

"You...pant...beat me." Usagi huffed. Her incredulous tone of voice made Haruka chuckle.

"I'm a racer - it's my job." She teased, using Usagi's own words. "Koneko-chan, listen to me..."

Usagi was stunned beyond belief. "K-Koneko?" She whispered in shock. Shaking her head slightly she veered left and ran up the stairs to a small platform that was built adjacent to the runway.

A spotlight was immediately upon her, bathing her in luminescent red light. The carefully concealed snaps along the side of her dress were pulled apart as the ivory gown was ripped from her body and thrown aside. The costume she had concealed beneath consisted of a green sequined bikini top and dark denim jeans with frayed hems and a low-hanging waistband.

Haruka's jaw dropped while the rest of the audience turned and started clapping.

Grabbing the microphone Setsuna threw to her she raised it to her lips. "Let's get the party started!"

Loud techno music started up in massive surround sound signaling the opening of the runway curtains. Spotlights of all different colors shot out into the large room and moved around in random patterns.

"All the things she said. All the things she said. Running through my head."

She shook her head wildly back and forth and raked her hands through it's curly mass.

"All the things she said. All the things she said. Running through my head."

Freezing suddenly she turned angry eyes on the crowd just as the fashion models began to walk onto the runway.

"This is not enough..."

Usagi stamped her foot in rhythm to the music as her hands lifted up above her head and her voice rose in volume and emotion.

"I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost."

Falling to her knees she crawled to the edge of her platform with sultry, cat-like movements. Haruka gaped in shock. She had never actually seen Usagi perform, but she had no idea her performances were like...this.

"If I'm asking for help it's only because. Being with you has opened my eyes."

She rolled onto her back and let her head hang over the edge. Her eyes opened even as she sang the words. Her eyes fell on Haruka standing in surprised shock, before darting away - breaking the connection.

"Could I ever belief such a perfect surprise?"

Arching her back she lifted herself up by one hand while the other held the microphone to her lips.

"I keep asking myself, wondering how. I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out."

Her eyes closed, and she pushed off the ground until she was standing straight. With her back to the crowd she started to walk slowly away.

"Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me."

Turning she stared right at Haruka. The crowd gasped as she sprinted forward and executed not one, not two, but three sharp, front handsprings before coming to rest on the balls of her feet at the very edge of the platform.

"Nobody else so we can be free."

Her voice died down to the barest breathy whisper, and she fixed her hawk-like blue eyes on Haruka's sea green ones.

"All the things she said. All the things she said. Running through my head."

Usagi daintily lowered herself into a crouch and cocked her head to one side.

"All the things she said. All the things she said. Running through my head."

Haruka stepped up to the platform and found she was almost eye level with Usagi.

"This is not enough. This is not enough."

Usagi shook her head. She pouted and reached out a slender finger and let it trail down Haruka's face starting at her forehead and coming to rest upon her slightly parted lips.

"All the things she said. All the things she said."

In an unforeseen motion Usagi pressed all her fingers to Haruka's face and pushed her away. Haruka stumbled back; partly from the force and partly from shock.

"And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed."

Usagi bent backward at her knees until her back was upon the fabric covered stage. Running her fingers through her hair she let it fan out around her like a wild burst of golden sunshine.

"They sat it's my fault, but I want her so much."

With her free hand held to her face she tossed and turned fitfully upon the platform.

"Wanna fly her away where the sun and the rain, come in over my face, wash away all the shame."

Arching her back and sliding her hand down her body, she let her seductive voice grow in intensity and captivate her audience.

"When they stop and stare - don't worry me. 'Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me."

Despite her strong resolution, Usagi's eyes were instantly drawn to Haruka and she found herself pouring more effort and feeling into her voice and her words. Sitting back up she wrapped her arms around her chest, keeping the microphone close to her face.

"I can try to pretend, I can try to forget. But it's driving me mad, going out of my.head!"

With a fistful of her own hair clutched in her hand, she shook her head back and forth in tempo to the lyrics and the loud music that she could feel vibrating beneath her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her face took on a frustrated appearance and she took her fake rage out on the microphone.

As the music slowed, her face lost it's taut and angry expression, and instead turned lax and somber.

"Mother, looking at me. Tell me what do you see? Yes I've lost my mind...Daddy looking at me. Will I ever be free? Have I crossed the line?"

A beaming Usagi jumped up to her feet and waved to the applauding audience. "Thank you! Enjoy the show!" Hopping off the back of her stage platform she handed the microphone to the man who was to be commenting on the show. She crouched down to pick up a condensing bottle of mountain spring water and a white towel. Not bothering to be neat she flung the towel haphazardly around the back of her neck and straightened into a standing position as she turned around.

"Now you're definitely ending this "no-dating" streak."

Usagi jumped positively out of her skin while emitting a high-pitched squealish scream of surprise.

Haruka towered over her and smirked. "You need to-"

"Would you just kiss me already?"

Haruka smiled, and pulled Usagi out to the balconies.


Just a sweet little Haruka/Usagi ficcy. I hope you like. Review!!!

Or I shall sick my satanic bunny [that I stole from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, hehehe] on you!