Today I asked myself
why the end of our story is sad.
If what I felt was so real,
and you never believed it.
I wonder, what was the point
on hurting each other like this...
I know you said things you didn't mean.
And even though you're not here anymore,
I won't forget. Your marks would remain.
I know you won't come back.
I know you're far, far away.
That you're searching for another place in time,
without looking back.
I know someday I'll run into you
and it'll be weird to see you.
I know time is a sing,
an answer to everything and it'll say
if that pain that did us wrong, did us good,
it was a part of growing up.
I know you won't come back.
I know you're far, far away.
And I hope someday you'd be able to see,
I loved you.
Today I asked myself why
the end of our story is sad.
And if I would ever find you again,
if it'd be good to see you and know
if this song is only the goodbye
that took all the good out of this love.
I know you won't come back.
I know you're far, far away.
That you're searching for another place in time,
without looking back.
How hard it is for me to accept...
we couldn't even talk.
And I hope someday you'd be able to see,
I loved you.
I loved you...
(Sé que ya no volverás – Diego Torres)
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12
She took a seat on one of the benches, right next to the smiling blonde woman, as they both contemplated their daughter feeding the ducks. Setsuna was right next to her, in a squatting position, smiling at the black haired teenager, and helping her feed the feather little animals.
They had all came here, for a relaxing afternoon. Now that violinist and the racer were getting along just fine, Hotaru had asked them all to come with her today. Just the four of them, like in the old days...
"She looks happy," came the husky comment, making blue eyes look up at the blonde, as she looked at Hotaru. The sun was shining down on them, making it hard for Michiru to really look at the blonde's profile, without narrowing her eyes. But she could still see the small, content smile playing on her lips.
She looked back at the black haired teenager then, smiling as well. "She does," she agreed, softly.
"I'm glad."
She nodded her head, absently, relaxing over the bench's back and letting out a sigh. "I've missed this," she confessed, in a soft, low voice.
She felt rather than saw green eyes upon her, and she giggled softly.
"This," she said again, knowing the questioning, curious look upon green eyes without even looking at her. "No fights, no worries, no running off to work..." she trailed off, now tilting her head and looking at the blonde next to her. "Just a simple family day."
"Lazy sunday afternoons," Haruka said, nodding her head; her eyes returning to the smiling figure of their daughter. "I've missed this too."
Michiru looked at her for a moment, her smile turning softer. "No fights..." she said again, this time in a low whisper, making green eyes to look back at her. "I'm glad we can be friends now."
A soft smile came to the blonde's lips at that. "Me too," she softly whispered back, before a frown came to her features. "I never wanted things to get nasty between us..."
"I know," Michiru said, her eyes averting towards the general direction of the lake. Me neither, she added, mentally. But as her eyes fell once again on the black haired teenager, she added out loud: "Let's just forget about it, ok? It was a long time ago, and things are different now. But we still have Hotaru to think about..."
"I know," Haruka agreed, nodding her head, as her eyes too fell on the teenager. "That's why I'm so glad you agreed to come today."
"How could I refuse?" Michiru asked, smiling now. "Besides, it's nice to be able to sit here with you and be normal and..."
Haruka's chuckle interrupted her, making her look up at her again. "I'm not so sure about the normal part..." she trailed off, as she frowned; green eyes looking into blue ones. "When were we ever normal?"
The violinist rolled her eyes at her, but a smile still made her way to her lips. "You know what I mean," she said. "And as long as you're still wearing those jeans instead of one particular miniskirt, then you're pretty normal, as far as the rest of the world knows," she joked.
"I'm kind of hoping on not having to wear that particular miniskirt for a while longer," the blonde said, tilting her head to a side.
"Me too," Michiru agreed, slightly nodding her head, understanding exactly what the blonde meant by that, and agreeing wholeheartedly.
They looked at each other for a moment, smiling, before Hotaru's laughter made them look back at the lake. The teenager was laughing hard, as a duck seemed to got angry, splashing water with its wings, and soaking one dark green haired woman in the process.
"So, a photographer, uh?" Michiru asked, looking back to the tall blonde.
Again, Haruka chuckled, a hand going through her short blonde hair. "Yeah..." she finally said, shaking her shoulder. "It started as a joke, and well... I actually like it."
"I see," she said, smiling. "You're pretty good at it."
Green eyes blinked at her, as a light red came to her cheeks. She knew Michiru was not the kind of person to give compliments freely. Specially when it came to art. And that alone gave that one sentence much more meaning to the blonde.
"Thanks."
"A runner, a pianist, a car racer, a photographer..." Michiru trailed off, counting, and smiling at the blonde's blushing face. "Is there anything you can'tdo?"
"Cook," came Setsuna's voice, as she was now standing next to them; her hands working on trying to make her wet clothes look someone decent.
Michiru laughed at the comment. "Oh, I remember that."
Green eyes narrowed at her then. "What side are youon?" Haruka asked, frowning offended.
"Her stomach's," Setsuna simply answered, matter-of-factually.
"Bite me."
"There are two things I would never bite," Setsuna said; amused magenta eyes looking into green ones. "You, and anything you make in the kitchen. Anything else is worth a shot."
"Like 'Honey Pie'?" the blonde retorted, arching an eyebrow. "I never took you for a bitter..."
One dark green eyebrow went up at that. "Is there something in particular you want to know, windy girl?"
"Nothing graphic, please," she answered, her smile widening when Setsuna's cheeks went red. "I actually enjoy being able to sleep through the night without having weird dreams of you and a piece of pie doing God knows what."
"What are you guys talking about?" came Hotaru's voice, making Setsuna's cheeks go even redder, and one tall blonde woman to laugh at her. "What?" Hotaru asked, confused.
"Don't worry, sweetie," Michiru said to her, smiling. "You know how sometimes is best to just ignore these two."
The teenager giggled at that, nodding her head, as both Haruka and Michiru stood up from their sitting position. They made it back to the blonde's car, Michiru almost instinctively taking the front seat, and they took off, going to Hotaru's apartment.
After living with Setsuna for four years -the first one, to give her parents some privacy, and the other two because the Senshi of Time was the only one with a steady place without traveling all over the world-, she had asked for her own place. Considering they had been already living on their own when they were her age, none of them disagreed on the request, thinking it might be good for her to have her own space. So while Haruka helped find the right place, close enough to school for convenience's sake, Setsuna and Michiru helped her find all the furniture and everything else she might need.
Dr. Tomoe had left a nice enough inheritance for his daughter, allowing the Senshi of Death and Rebirth to get the apartment she wanted without much of a problem. Her legal guardians had to take care of all the paper work, since she was still underage, and they still supported her, not out of duty, but out of love. And she still spent most of her free time with either of them, anyway.
Haruka's cellphone broke the peaceful silence of the car, making four pair of eyes to fall on the harmless devise.
"Damn," she murmured, frowning and looking at the caller ID, before she handed her cellphone to Hotaru, who was sitting right behind her. "Could you get that?"
"What?" the girl ask, blinking in surprise.
"Just answer the call and tell him I'm not available," the blonde insisted. "Tell him I'm on a meeting or something."
"On a sunday?" Michiru asked, arching an eyebrow.
Haruka tilted her head, thinking fast. "Right... tell him I had an accident and I'm in a coma."
"Haruka!" Setsuna scolded her. "That's a terrible thing to lie about!"
"Please," she begged, taking advance of the red light and turning around to look into her daughter's purple eyes in a pleading manner. And then she smiled to her when the teenage girl picked up the phone and answered the call.
Her smile soon fading into a frown when magenta eyes looked at her through the mirror, one dark green eyebrow going up in a questioning, disapproval manner.
"What?" she asked, in a hushed whisper so her voice wouldn't be heard by the other person on the line, as Hotaru talked into the phone. "I refuse to fall victim of some real life Ken boy's stupid demands! It's Yaten's deal, let her deal with him!"
"Ken boy?" Michiru asked, frowning, but still amused over the given nickname.
"Oh, yeah," the blonde said, nodding her head. "He even has the typical doll brains to match."
"Dolls don't have brains," Setsuna pointed out.
"Exactly the problem," Haruka agreed. "Take all of Minako's bad girly moments, when she talks none stop about make up, and hot guys, and shoes, and fashion designers, and multiply it by then thousand. Cut her hair off, take her boobs out, put a dick between her legs, and you pretty much got the picture."
"I'm sure he's not that bad," Michiru said, giggling at the weird image of a male version of the Senshi of Love that popped into her head at the description.
"There, done," Hotaru said, handing the phone back to the tall blonde woman. "He said he'd call Yaten."
"Good."
"I really don't want to be mean here," the teenage black haired girl started, frowning slightly. "But, is he always like that?" she asked. "I mean, does he actually talk like, on that tone, like, all the time?" she asked again, in a high pitch tone of voice, mimicking.
"See?" Haruka pointed out, arching an eyebrow and looking at the aquamarine haired woman. "It's not just me being mean, it's him!"
"Or maybe you're just a really bad influence on our daughter," Setsuna suggested, accusingly.
Green eyes met purple ones at that, before they both turned to look at the dark green haired woman. "It's him," they both said at the same time.
Magenta eyes rolled at them, and Michiru simply giggled, shaking her head. "Never get in the way between a girl and her papa," she simply said.
"Whatever," Setsuna said, shaking her head, turning to look at the side, her eyes catching the small supermarket. "Oh! I'm off here!" she exclaimed, suddenly.
"You sure?" the blonde asked, frowning.
"I need food, you know?" was the easy answer, before she said her goodbyes to everyone and got off the car.
"Honey pie," the three of them said at the same time, and then they just laughed, as the green light allowed Haruka to step on the gas again.
They reached Hotaru's place in no time. And before she got off the car, she leaned forward on her seat, hugging the both of them in a rather uncomfortable position, kissing their cheeks.
"Thank you for today," she softly said, looking at them with big, shinny purple eyes and a soft smile on her lips.
They both smiled back at her; a guilty stab settling on their stomachs at the happy, content look on Hotaru's soft features.
"Anytime, kiddo," Haruka softly whispered, smiling at her.
"You sure you don't want to come over for dinner?" Michiru asked, gently brushing her daughter's bangs off her eyes.
"Nah, I'm ok," the girl said, smiling. "I have a paper to work on, and I still have some of that green bean stew Makoto gave me."
"How convenient," the blonde joked, shaking her head.
"Hey!" Hotaru exclaimed, frowning. "She actually likes to cook, unlike some other people I know..."
"Ouch!" the blonde exclaimed, frowning, but smiling all the same.
They both laughed at the blonde, and Hotaru got off the car, waving her hand to her parents before getting inside the apartment building. The blonde started the car again, but then she frowned, tilting her head to a side, and eying the aquamarine haired woman sitting beside her.
"I just realized something," she started to say, successfully making blue eyes to look up at her. "I have no idea where you live."
Blue eyes blinked, once, before she giggled, giving the needed directions so the tall blonde could give her a ride back home.
"You didn't give Jesse your address, did you?" the blonde suddenly asked, looking worried.
"Um... no... I just drove him off to his hotel," she answered, frowning too. "Why?"
"He has a habit on showing up randomly, at any given hour," Haruka answered.
"But I thought he said he was going to a Buddhist temple or something..."
"You don't know Jesse like I do," the blonde interrupted her, shaking her head, amused. "He's either gonna get incredibly bored and come back here, or they'll kick him out."
"He's a rather interesting character," Michiru said, giggling. "I can't believe you actually lived with him."
Green eyes looked at her then, blinking surprised, and Michiru tilted her head to a side, smiling. "He told me you two were roommates for a while, back in the States?"
"Oh... yeah," the blonde mumbled. But then she frowned; green eyes focused on the road ahead. "He didn't... say anything... did he?"
Oh, he said a lot of things, the violinist thought. But she figured it would be best to keep that to herself. "Like what?" she asked out loud.
"I don't know..." Haruka trailed off. "He tends to talk a lot and make all kinds of politically incorrect comments..."
"Oh, I've noticed that," Michiru agreed, giggling. "But he seems like a nice guy. You know, underneath his Madonna complex and all."
The blonde laughed at that, nodding her head in agreement, as she parked her car right next to a luxurious looking apartment building.
"He is," she said, before she finally turned around to look into blue eyes. "I had a really nice time today," she softly said.
"Me too," Michiru agreed, returning the smile.
They sat there in silence, looking into each others eyes. Not moving, not breaking eye contact. And looking into those green orbs, Michiru felt as if time hadn't passed at all. Like she still could get lost in there...
She blinked, shaking her head clear, and with a half felt smiled, she said her goodbyes and got off the car.
What the hell was that?
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I know what you're thinking. Friends my ass, right?
Right
Next on Shattered hearts:"Hey, don't get me wrong. He's always been a pretty damn good friend to Haruka, as far as I'm concerned, and if only because of that, he deserves my respect and appreciation. But, come on, he's... weird! And ridiculously girly!"
Can you guess? A little background story!
Oh, and P.S.! Jesse is more than just a colorful character!