Beyond Eternity: ~Only if you smile~

By Kotono

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS YAOI/YURI AND MENTIONINGS OF BISEXUAL HENTAI. THAT'S BOY/BOY GIRL/ GIRL, OK. OK, know for the explanation. There is a mentioning, MENTIONING, of lovemaking. Not the actual scene. This is a Haruka/Michiru Romance, and that is the cause for the yuri. This is also a Trowa/ Heero pairing, and is the cause of the yaoi. And there will be an intermingling of the two, counting for the bisexuality (how I hate that word) of the story. The is no orgies, no sex scenes, nothing of that sort. Now. I'm not saying there won't be. Because if people truly want to write that scene of my first chapter, or any other such scenes from any other chapters, I'm not going to stop them. Hell, I'll give the full permission, with a thumbs up. I'm just not that great at writing that kind of story.

AN: Here We have a Haruka/Michiru/Heero/Trowa...love...uh square? I have been contemplating this idea for a long while now, and have decided to post a first chapter and see the reaction. There is mention of lovemaking, but I'm not writing the actual scene. It could be called angst, maybe. And I think this story is one of my better ones. I had wanted to do a story featuring Haruka and Michiru for a long time. The poem in the beginning is from The Uranus/Neptune/Chibimoon Plus CD. It gives a nice opening feeling .. doesn't it ? Like I said before, this may be more likely a one shot than a series. If I get a postive reaction, I may continue. If I do, every chapter will be a song fic. There will be no real order or sequence, but random events. Each story will be a milestone in the complicated relationship. I'm planning on 6 chapters.

DISCLAIMER: Yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah...don't own either anime...blah blah blah Poem lyrics recieved from lyricmoon.com, owned by the people who wrote, I don't know who they are, but it's not me so don't sue. Song Lyrics property of many animation companies..not me. I did edit the lyrics abit..to make it longer. But I don't own the Song Only if you smile.

INFO: This story will be A/U for sanity's sakes. Some symbols

~*~ = scene change --- = time passing ...blah..= thoughts *blah*= Lyrics Ages: Michiru/ Haruka: 18 Trowa:19 Heero:17





Michiru...

Nobody calls me at such a late time except you!

I was asleep...

Now?!

There will be dawn at sea tomorrow and the day after tomorrow too.

It is painful for me.

sigh.

Wait for me, I will go to you soon.

A lonely star frozen, myself with only cold light. Before I met you, I was a pirate who got anything in the world that I could see . I was a queen who was accompanied by people all around. Motor sports... hand gliding.... basketball.... fencing... I played anything. No one could match me. I lived such a life of complacency. I spent it saying complacent things to myself. But... But maybe then I really began to break.

I might be crushed by impatience. After I tore off my daytime's mask, I shouted without voice in my bed each night. Different! Such isn't me! This is not the real me. I was just a kid who was wrapped up in the thin blanket with nakedness. And when I met you, I soon understood. You are the girl I looked for and feared at the same time. You are the girl. You are elegant and have windy eyes. You don't turn your eyes from reality and you fight everything. You taught me that I can select my destiny, like a caterpillar dead and changed into a butterfly. Then the coward in me was killed by you. You have continued to fight with strength. But thinking about you, for some reason, I am filled with a kind feeling in my heart.

Michiru....







~ Heero,~ I have always wanted to tell you something. Something that wouldn't be cluttered by complexities, or complications. Something pure and honest. But.I must figure something out. I need unravel the feelings that tear through me. I need to know whether I love.. well it's more complicated than I like. I need to get through these issues before I tell you what I want to so desperately. Please.don't hate me.

~Trowa~



Heero read and reread the cryptic letter, trying to uncover the hidden meaning. As he scanned the letter, taking in the hastily written words. Words could have so many meanings and interpretations. What was Trowa thinking? He had awaken from a restless bed, knowing his comrades where still asleep. All of them were staying at a hotel in Tokyo (awfully convenient, don't you think) and he felt the presence of someone watching him throughout the night. He wondered who it was. He had felt it through the whole night. Trowa. It was Trowa. Odd. Was it possible Trowa has emotions that don't revolve around duty? Where is he? Heero put the letter down on the mahogany desk, as the twilight filtered through the window of his room. The bed was messy, the blankets all bunched up at the foot of the bed. Heero just sat and puzzled over the letter.

~*~

* On a bench dyed in twilight

Is an abandoned doll.

"If you lose your dreams everything's over",

Murmured someone.*



... The night is warm...

A woman sat on a bench in the night, a warm breeze lifting her sea-colored hair about her face. Her deeper blue eyes reflected uncertainty in their depths, and her expression was one of doubt. She was wearing a slender frock of pale gold, it's brightness clashing boldly with the depth of indecision on her face. She thought and thought about the way she left. She had stormed away in doubt, in fury, as she watched the pain register on the face on the one she loved. Now, something that has been tearing at her left her in constant darkness. Her mind kept racing with forbidden thoughts. She left in haste, before the tempest of temper that her koibito was capable of came surface after the shock. She desperately didn't want to meet with the after math of her declaration.

*Flashback*

" Haruka. I need to know something. Something's been tearing at me. I'm not sure you are the one I love. I need to do something about it. I need to be with someone else...for once. I'm not trying to hurt you. Please. Don't hate me for this. But I need to see something. I need to know before I go insane." Michiru watched the shock, the hurt register in midnight eyes. Michiru paled with shame, and made a motion to touch Haruka. She flinched from Michiru's touch, and with tears welling up in her eyes, she stepped back. Michiru felt the hurt, the pain, and then the withdrawing behind a cold mask. The cold unfeeling façade Haruka was so capable of came over her, and Michiru wanted nothing more than to have been struck then and there. She had hurt her friend horribly, and the consequences where beginning to take hold. Michiru ran from the room, from the pain, from Haruka. ".. Don't hate me. Onegai.."

*End*



Michiru sat contemplating the result of her actions. Then she began to cry. Deep sobs that wracked her body. How could she have been so wrong? And what a way to put it. Just to blurt it out in front of her was inexcusable. She continued to cry, until a hand was placed on her shoulder. The grasp was firm and comforting, and Michiru thought it was that of Haruka. She didn't want to look up, nor explain her actions. " Miss, is something wrong?" The question was asked in a low husky voice. It was male. Clearly male. Michiru then looked up, embarrassed to be found in such indignity. " Yes." Michiru said with a hiccup. Then man looked abit amused, but still concerned, and sat down next to her. The uncertainty had never left her eyes, and she still looked upset. The small shoulders were still trembling.



Trowa Barton looked upon the small woman. She was a rare beauty, that was for sure. And though her eyes were tinged scarlet, and though her face was pale, she was the embodiment of grace. The tears she was shedding disturbed Trowa. He sensed that this was a woman that rarely cried, a woman that was strong, a woman that was usually filled with joy. " What's wrong, miss?" Trowa asked again, looking for any source of joy in her face. " Yes. Something is wrong. Something is unnaturally wrong." Trowa looked surprised at the outburst of passion that was in that single sentence. " Could I possibly help in any way?" " Probably not." " I might if you tell me what happened?" She thought about it, and then suddenly it all streamed out in one long breath. She didn't stop. She didn't care. Michiru was pouring her heart out to someone she didn't even know. That thought didn't even faze her. The whole concept of it made Trowa warm. Here, he was allowed to be kind, and concerned. He didn't have to worry about blowing her away, or being cold, or any of that. He was allowed to have emotions other than duty.

~*~

* Only wish.

Suddenly from the bottom of my consciousness.

It's only life.

The feelings that fire my passion.*



Haruka ran out of the house after some very careful thought. If Haruka was in doubt about something, Michiru would back her up in any decision she made. It was time she had the same loyalty and trust in Michiru. But , where is she? " Michiru-chan!!! Where are you?!" Haruka hopped upon her motorcycle, and sped away on a dark ribbon of highway. She had to find her. She had to apologize. She had to tell her. Michiru-chan.. Thinking of Michiru made Haruka reckless, and she didn't notice the light heading for her. She only noticed it a split second before she swerved away. The momentum of the near crash caused Haruka to fall over, the balance lost. She jumped just as the vehicle began to skid across the asphalt. She hit the ground, and wasn't ready for the impact. But she broke into a roll anyway, and hit the sidewalk. The light that hit her stopped immediately. The young man jumped off his bike, not caring that hit it the street with a crunch, and ran over to the hurt, distraught woman. His normally cold eyes now held deep panic and concern for the woman, who was moaning on the floor. Haruka tried to get up, but she had dislocated her shoulder, and it was too much to get up on. She let out a low cry. The cry of pain had the young man pulling off his helmet, kneeling down, and looking at the woman's arm. " It's dislocated." He said, his voice monotone and impersonal. Haruka gave him a glare that could equal his own famous one. He watched her, as she got up on her own good arm, and struggled up on her feet. The young man rushed forward to help. He literally pushed her back down, sensing that she wouldn't get too hurt, and prepared to pop it back into place. " This is going to hurt." Then, sensing that she had lost all humor, decided to smile at her. The affect was staggering. She actually smiled back.

~*~

* And now, fiercely, we can feel each other's bodies,

Each hidden pulse,

The passion I struggled for, the wings I embraced.

Take off to the sky *

Michiru looked at the man next to her. He had a pleasantness about him that made her happy. His soft brown hair, his kind eyes. And his smile. His smile was definitely attractive. She had managed to pry a story out of him as well. The one about his conflicting desires for one of his comrades. He seemed reluctant to tell it. But since she had let loose, he should as well. " Is she kind?" She asked, no longer timid, and wanting to give the same comfort to him, that he had given to her. Trowa blushed when she said 'she'. He mumbled something low and inaudible. Michiru looked to him queerly. " What?" " He..isn't a she." He said, looking away, blushing furiously. Michiru began to laugh. " You're so cute when you blush. Don't worry about it. I've found my own soul mate from the same gender."

And then, relieved, Trowa continued his story of longing and wistfulness. " Hey. It's getting late. It's almost twelve. I need to go. Are you all right? I'll walk you home, if you'd like." Trowa offered, after half an hour of straight talking. Michiru immediately looked fallen. She shook her head no. " I can't go back. I just can't." She looked saddened at sullen again. Trowa almost smacked himself for causing all the uncertain feelings to rush back. He thought about it. And then, he did something out of the blue. " You could come back to my place. Trust me. I won't do anything to you. I just don't want a girl stuck out here all night. Would you like to stay? Just for the night?" His voice came out slowly, and the query was shy. ..Should I take his offer? Demo, I don't want to be alone tonight.. Michiru slowly nodded yes and then stood up from her seat at the bench. They began to long, tiring trek towards to hotel. It was an half an hour long walk. When they got to Trowa's hotel room, Michiru was barely standing because of her exhaustion. She spotted a chair, and sat down to relieve some of her tiredness. Of course, several minutes later, she was sound asleep, which caused Trowa to chuckle softly. He then picked her up, Michiru not really noticing, and began to lay her down in the bed. He looked around, and he couldn't find a blanket in sight. The only blankets left where those that currently covered the teal haired siren. Trowa groaned, and slid in next to her, not really having any alternative. He knew this was going to be a restless night, and prepared for the worse.

~*~

* I have nowhere to return to

Just wandering through this town

Without being able to become gentle

Without even knowing what I believe *

The nice young man with messy brown hair, and beautiful, joyful cobalt eyes, had popped Haruka's arm back in place. Her arm still hurt like a bitch, and her bike was a mess. " I'm sorry for destroying your machine. It looks very powerful. I'm Heero. Heero Y..Yuuki." Haruka knew he was lying, but had no reason to bother with it. " I'm Tenoh. Haruka Tenoh." Haruka said, sitting down. Heero was sitting right next to her, feeling all kinds of regret for what he had done to her bike. It was one of a kind. And this was Haruka Tenoh. The most famous racer in Japan. " You're a wonderful racer. I've seen you race..maybe a million times." Talking to strangers..his favorite pastime. Of course, he would shoot any of his companions should they ever find out that he LOVED talking. Being alone for your entire life kind of gave you a need for socialization. Of course, Duo would have to be shot, just because. " Yes. I am a great racer." After that ground breaking realization, that both of them loved speed, the conversation didn't stop. The talking went on and on, for hours. After awhile, Heero realized his questions weren't being answered, and felt something heavy against his shoulder. Haruka had fallen asleep..That was unexpected. Heero looked to the stars. It was a warm night, and Heero couldn't really blame Haruka. He took off her jacket, and noticed something. IT WAS A WOMAN. Heero couldn't believe it. Haruka was a woman. Wow. His vision must be going to the dogs. Then he actually took a good look at her. Her face wasn't as rugged as most racers. Her lips looked soft. There was a faint blush on her cheeks. And her hair was incredibly soft against his face. Yes. He didn't notice it before. She was a woman. A woman after the wind. He wanted to go to sleep as well. But he couldn't very well do it here on a sidewalk. He gently shook Haruka, and was welcomed by soft, dreamy midnight eyes. " Ruka-chan. You must go to sleep. Your bike is completely wrecked. I'll give you a ride home on mine." She nodded yes, and they both got up from the cold concrete. Putting helmets on, they both got on the machine, and rode on the wind. Haruka wasn't driving, thankfully, and leaned against Heero, tired. She had wrapped her arms about his waist, and leaned against the wonderfully vibrant strength of Heero. Now, unfortunately, Heero really realized that she was a woman. (I refuse to go into detail!)

~*~

* Only peace.

Your steady calmness.

It's only love.

The cold past becoming warm.*

Trowa watched the beauty sleeping in his bed. Soft dark eyes, light pale hair, and a body that Relena would kill for. ( Sorry! Couldn't help my self) He was aware of the deep sadness in her, that even radiated from her in sleep. But he knew she was capable of deep strength. What kind of life forged a woman that had almost a militant boldness in one so delicate? Tragedy. Tragedy had to have been a major part of her life. This woman, who was so pure, so innocent, didn't need the uncertainties that were heaped on her. His emerald eyes harbored a gentle tenderness in them that only four other souls elicited from him. Duo, Wufei, Quatre, and Heero. Most of all, Heero had gotten that tenderness out of him, and of course he could never ever tell him. But.with her, with a woman he didn't even know the name of, her could share everything and be taken in sincerity. Someone who just listened. Someone who knew how to relate to him. She was someone he could...No. He loved Heero. He looked down again at Michiru. Her skin was turned silver from the moonlight, and he couldn't help the feelings rushing through him. His eyes were filled with a rare light. And his face was tender. All the affection he had every had for any one person, paled in the light of rediscovered humanity. He knelt down, and kissed her forehead. Her symbol, that of Neptune began to glimmer faintly, and then faded. She turned to the warmth next to her. It was instinct. She would have done the same with Haruka. She trusted him. Usually suspicious, she trusted him. Her eyes opened slowly, and she blushed. " Gomen. I didn't mean to..cuddle with you. I'm just so used to doing that with Haruka." She looked at him, looked into his eyes, and was surprised. Didn't he love Heero? What's with the look? The expression made her feel warm, and loved, and.... the way she felt when she was with Haruka. When his lips came across hers, she didn't push him away. She started to kiss him back. The kiss was a reawakening in her. It melted all insecurities. It erased all doubts. The kiss started a fire inside her, and for once, she wanted.needed that feeling more than anything else in the world. His tongue danced with hers, causing blood to rush in her body. She trembled against him. He felt that tremble and wanted to feel it again...



---

Michiru watched Trowa sleep on. She kissed him gently on his lips. Then she left him a note.

Nanashi, You have given me back my love. I will never regret tonight, and I hope you the best with Heero. You have also given me back my heart as well, and I hope that I see you sometime, sooner or later, preferably sooner. Let Heero know that you love him. Let him know. I have to leave early, so I can meet my Haruka and watch her sleep on. I need to tell her. I love her still. And will always love her. But this night has left a mark on me, and a notch in my heart. I will forever remember you, and our night together. Goodbye, Tenshi. Wasurenagusa.

Sayonnara, Kaioh Michiru.

Michiru left a small necklace next to it, and left the room in a hurry. She ran the way to her house, and found the door locked. So she sat, waited, and thought about what she was going to tell Haruka.

* And now, tenderly, in my heart

We can share and comfort each deep sin

In this universe the future unwinds endlessly.

Take off to the sky *

Heero rode Haruka home, and they were smiling at each other. The most brilliant of smiles. To thank Heero, she kissed him on his neck, and slipped something in his back pocket. He stopped infront of a magnificent house, and Haruka found Michiru waiting for her. She stepped off the bike, gave Heero a searching look. Then she waved goodbye, whispered thankyou, and turned to face her destiny.

" Michiru, I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for being angry. I was hurt, and I didn't trust you. I'm so sorry. I'll support you in whatever you decide. I love you Michi-chan." She opened her arms, and Michiru smiled and ran into them. " I love you too, Ruka-chan. I love you more than anything, Haruka." Michiru found her love. She was reawakened. She was home. " Michi-chan, what DID you do tonight?" " Ruka, don't be mad at me. It's a long story.."

*And now, fiercely, we can feel each other's bodies,

Each hidden pulse,

The passion I struggled for, the wings I embraced.

Take off to the sky*

*THREE WEEKS LATER*

" OH KAMI-SAMA!!!" Michiru screamed from the bathroom, her voice panicked and scared. Three heads shot up. Setsuna, Haruka and Hotaru came running to the bathroom. Michiru looked pale, and excited. She was breathless with excitement. Her eye's were aglow, her face filled with surprised joy. She turned to the other woman standing at the door. She fainted. --- Several Hours Later

* And now, fiercely, we can feel each other's bodies..*

Setsuna looked on with worry. Michiru had fainted with excitement. " WHAT DID SHE DO??" Haruka asked, sweating buckets. She was worried so. Hotaru was healing Michiru of the malady that plagued her. Hotaru pressed her hands together, concentrated, and was filling Michiru with a purpled aura and warmth.

* Each hidden pulse...*

Her eyes fluttered. Her eyes shot open. She looked at each of them. She smiled.

" Minna-chan...I'm pregnant." And in turn, everyone else fainted.

* The passion I struggled for, the wings I embraced. ...Take off to the sky *



Well! What do you think? I like it. I might continue. But I need REVIEWS. Yes. It was inspired long ago by Eternal SailorM's Change the world. It was inspired. I tried to take the concept, complicate it, and turn it around and screw it up. I hoped I did a good job. I wanted to do something like that. So I did it like this. I figured it would be neat. Like I said. Anybody can write a lemon based off this fic. Please make it tasteful though. If you want more...REVIEW. I want atleast ten reviews before I post chapter 1.