--by Michiru

Shooting Stars

"Well, hello," Michiru heard a soft voice say. She had just inserted her key into the lock of the mailbox. She looked up to see a young man standing next to the mailboxes, leaning against the wallpapered wall. He was rather nice looking for a guy. He was dressed casually, but nicely. His eyes were dark and sparkling, his hair was short, his bangs a touch messy. He had a pair of sunglasses up on his head, and a smile on his sensuous lips.
"Yes?" Michiru asked, turning her key. She peeked in. A small package, and two bills. A bazillion flyers. She pulled it all out, and everything but the package tumbled ut of her arms onto the floor as she tried to close the mailbox. "Crap."
"Here, let me help," the boy squatted down and began to gather the flyers up.
"Uh- thank you. You can leave the bills down there," she added.
He chuckled, and bundled everything up quickly. "I'm new in the complex. I'm staying with my roommates."
"Ah," Michiru said non-commitedly. Haruka was making lasagna that night. She always coated it liberally with cottage cheese. Her mouth watered, thinking about it.
"I'll carry these for you."
"Um- thanks. I think."
"No prob. Always a pleasure to help ladies in need. What apartment are you in?"
"2h," Michiru said cautiously.
"You're kidding! We're in 2g. Isn't that cool."
"I guess," Michiru shrugged. If he had half a brain, he would have known where she was anyway, by what mailbox she opened.
He looked at her strangely, and Michiru wondered if she was safe. They got up to the apartment, to smell the lovely cheese smell drifting from her apartment.
"This is my place," she sad. "Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it."
"No problem. You really don't know who I am, do you?"
"Uh- my new next door neighbor."
He shook his head vigorously, then cocked his head to the side. Michiru noticed that his hair was pulled back, and he had an ultra-long ponytail. "Well, I guess. I am. But WHO am I?"
"I don't know. Only you can tell me that. Don't you know?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"Michiru, is that you?" Haruka opened the door, and looked out at them. "Who's that?"
"How should I know? He's our new neighbor, and seems to think we know each other. I've never seen him in my life."
"No, no. I didn't mean to say that we knew each other. My name is Seiya Kou. I'm a musician. Rather famous. An idol singer."
"Oh. One of those," Haruka said blandly. "Supper's almost done, love. Do you want tea?"
"Please," Michiru nodded.
"You really don't know who I am."
"No, I'm sorry. We're both classically trained musicians. Haruka listens to other things, and she may have heard your music, but wouldn't know you by name."
"I don't know if I should be hurt, or insulted."
"It's not your fault. We're just not interested," Michiru said, hoping he got the message. "We're a nice quiet couple. If you'll excuse me, Haruka has supper ready, and I have to get ready for my first wedding dress fitting," Michiru nodded, and slipped into the apartment, toting her mail.
A nice looking boy, she thought. But very arrogant.

Haruka looked up as the doorbell rang.
"Has to be from the complex," Michiru shrugged, getting up. Setsuna had to be buzzed in. She went to the door, and peeked out. "Hello," she told the person outside.
"Hi. I'm Yaten from next door. Can I borrow two cups of sugar?"
Michiru opened the door, and stared. This has to be one of Seiya's roommates, she thought. This one is FINE looking.
The boy was smaller than Seiya. Where Seiya was about an inch above her height, Yaten was about three inches below. His hair was blue-white, and in a very long ponytail. He was very pretty, and had the most striking peridot green eyes she had ever seen. He was very, very pretty.
"Two cups of sugar."
"Please," he asked, holding up a bowl.
"Come in," Michiru said, a bit amused.
"Nice place," Yaten said conversationally.
"Thanks. It's home."
"That sofa looks disgusting, though," he added, blandly.
"Excuse me?"
"Makes the living room dingy. You really oughtta junk it. A dog wouldn't sleep on it."
"Do you want that sugar in the cup, or up your-"
"Michiru!" Haruka called, breaking into what Michiru was about to say. She had an amused look on her face.
"Yes, love?" michiru said, sweetly.
"Why don't you get Yaten- it's Yaten?- the sugar."
"Yes, dearest," Michiru said, a dangerous smile on her lips.
"Do you always let him order you around?"
"Who?"
"Your boyfriend," Yaten said. "He treats you like a servant."
"First, he is a she, and second, I make up my own mind what I do and what I don't do. If I want to do this, I will. If I don't, I won't."
"That's a girl? Looks more like a boy."
"Maybe I like em that way."
"Why don't you go out with Seiya, then?" Yaten asked.
"I like girls. I love Haruka. We're engaged and currently not seeking anyone else."
"Seiya's a girl. She's better looking than Haruka, and she don't care if you're engaged."
Michiru filled up the bowl with sugar. "Bully for her that she's a girl, it's your opinion that she's better looking, and I care that I'm engaged. If you like her so much, YOU go out with her."
Yaten looked back, a bit surprised. His eyes were wide, and almost innocent looking. But there was an unmistakable mischievous glint in the depths of those pretty orbs. He's too pretty, Haruka, she thought to herself.
"Nobody ever talks to me like that. They're always too busy trying to get to know me."
"Why would they? You're rude, cruel, and utterly tactless. You aren't nice. The only thing you have going for you is that pretty face, and those pretty eyes. And tell me, pretty Yaten, are you a girl as well? You look like one."
"Actually, I am."
"You're not built like one," Michiru said sweetly, and turned around, going to the door. She opened it. "Good day to you, pretty Yaten," she said softly.
"Thank you for the sugar, sugar," Yaten smiled, and winked as she left.
"What was that?" Haruka asked. "I missed most of the conversation. Though I heard what you were about to say to him."
"Yaten's a girl. She's one of Seiya's bandmates. Seiya's a girl, too."
"Really?" Haruka got a cute startled look on her face. Michiru kissed her.
"Mmm. I like that. C'mere, babe."

"UN-believable," Setsuna smiled. "And then she came back for flour and baking powder and salt?"
"Yup. And don't forget the half dozen eggs and vanilla. She'll probably be back soon for something else."
"Fun," Setsuna mumbled, putting pins in her mouth. "Mere's Erika?"
"Haruka's at the soda shop. I kicked her out when you called," Michiru said as Setsuna placed pins in the hem of the calf length dress. "This is so pretty. And it's so delicate."
"It's a filmy silk underdress with a victorian lace over dress," Setsuna said. She looked up, scuttling back to look at Michiru. It looked beautiful. The silk underneath was filmy, yet not see-through. It had a tank top with long flowing sleeves, a tailored waist, flowing into a natural, flowing skirt. It was a delicate marine blue shade. Over it was a light wight, delicate lace, in the same design, in a pine green colour. It looked simply smashing. "Why not white, Michiru?"
"I'm only going partly western. These are the colours of my wedding kimono. I loved the thing so much. It was my mother's. It was marine blue and pine green. I just wanted the colours. Maybe I can believe my mother is there in spirit if I wear these colours. Besides," Michiru said with a merry smile, "they look good on me AND I am NOT a virgin."
"White stands for joy," Setsuna said softly.
"Green and blue stand for joy in my mind. The marine blue of the ocean, and pine green is the colour of the deeps. And it's close to Haruka's eye colour," she added as the doorbell rang.
"I guess I'll find out what Yaten wants now," she got off the stool, and went to the door, opening it. "What'll it be, mac?"
Yaten looked back, surprised, blinking almost comically. "Cocoa?"
"How much?"
"A cup and a half," she held out a bowl.
"Come in." Michiru went in, followed by the pretty girl. "Is there anything else you're going to need, pretty Yaten?" she asked.
"A pacemaker."
"Hmmm?" Michiru looked back, confused.
"You look beautiful in that dress."
"Thank you. It's going to be my wedding dress," she said.
"Lucky Haruka. Gets to see you in that dress, and then gets to take it off and see you without that dress."
Michiru chuckled as she measure the cocoa. "She's already seen me without the dress. We've been living together since the beginning of summer."
"I've been living with Taiki for almost a year, and I haven't seen him unclothed. Nor would I want to."
Michiru remembered that Taiki was the third bandmember. "That's up to you. Haruka and I are very involved, pretty Yaten."
"So this is Yaten?" Setsuna came in.
"This isn't Haruka, I believe."
"I'm the dress maker."
"Anything like a pool cleaner?" Yaten asked, smirking.
"Nothing like a pool cleaner," Michiru said, getting the reference to rich ladies sleeping with pool cleaners in the movies. "She's my best friend."
"Best friends are the best, they say."
"And you'd know?" Michiru asked. She was getting quite used to Yaten's unguarded tongue. Yaten seemed to be enjoying the banter.
"How would I know?"
"Well, you haven't seen Taiki naked, but you didn't mention anything about Seiya being naked."
"Gasp! Sob! You think me so low as to sleep with my best friend?"
Setsuna closed her eyes.
"Yes, I do. But I bet you don't anymore."
"Why?"
"Because I bet she's not good enough for you. I bet she bores you in bed. You're bored with her and your groupies."
Setsuna's eyes popped open wide, and she stared at the two. They seemed to be trying to stare each other down. Setsuna got the distinct impression that both girls were highly enjoying their game.
"Maaaaybeee. And you'd be better?"
"I never said that," Michiru tossed her hair indignantly.
"So what did you say?"
"I mean, if you don't get off your high horse, you're going to find out it's lonely, and unsatisfying at the top."
"So, satisfy me," Yaten said huskily, stepping forward.
Setsuna's eyes almost fell out of her head. She saw a mischievous look in Michiru's eyes, and closed hers tight. She opened one eye slightly to peek.
Michiru put a hand on Yaten's cheek, and tilted her head upwards. She bent over slightly, and kissed her fully on the lips.
Setsuna's eyes opened wide, once more.
The kiss lasted almost a full minute. Michiru finally broke it off, and turned Yaten to the door. "Poor pretty Yaten," Michiru murmured in the girl's ear. "A taste is all you'll ever get, and it'll leave you wanting more forever."
"Pretty sure of yourself, hmm?"
"Yes. Have a good one, pretty Yaten," Michiru said, closing the door.
"MICHI!" Setsuna cried. Michiru went into the living-room, giggling a bit.
"What?"
"How cruel of you! And what of Haruka?"
"How am I cruel, and what of Haruka?"
"You teased that poor girl! And Haruka!"
"Teasing pretty Yaten?"
"Why do you call her that?"
"Cause she's pretty. I'm not after her, Set. I'm firmly and totally in love with Haruka. And 'Ruka knows I call her 'pretty Yaten'. She agrees with me that Yaten is pretty." She smiled to herself. "If I were going to have an affair with her, I'd make sure Haruka was in the room."
"MICHIRU!!!!!!!!!!!"
Michiru put her hand to her mouth and giggled.
"Problem is, I think you're serious."
"Mebbe. Don't worry yourself about it. If anything at all happens like that, I'll definitely make sure Haruka knows about it, and is there. She might go for it. She can be quite kinky."
"No wonder you thought you couldn't wear white. You are NOT pure."
"After a session with Haruka, handcuffs, a riding crop, a blindfold and leather, no one would be," Michiru smiled gaily.
Setsuna rolled her eyes and then closed them. "Ok. Dress off, then. I have what I need. I'll go home to my nice quiet life, and remember a time when I believed Michiru was a sweet, innocent child."
"Sorry," Michiru said. "Haruka and I have done too much experimenting for either of us to be innocent. We have talked about a threesome before."
Michiru got out of the dress, and into her nightclothes. While Setsuna had a long red silk dress with spaghetti straps for a nightgown, Michiru's was a marine blue, very sexy, teddy. It showed all thigh, lots of hip, and bottom, and had tons of cleavage.
"What if Yaten knocks on the door again?" Setsuna asked.
"Then I'll answer it," Michiru said devilishly, waggling her eyebrows.
"You're incorrigible."
"Haruka likes this thing. That's why I wear it. Most of what I do is because she likes it. I paint because she likes me to paint, and it makes her feel happy to see me happy. I wear this because it turns her on, and we make each other happy. She rubbed her arms gently. They weren't raw anymore, but they were red and peeling, the skin underneath was pink and new, and hurt when touched too harshly. Haruka was being extremely careful. It still hurt for her to pick heavy things up in her hands, but she could paint, and if she was careful, play her violin. She hated remembering the day of Haruka's car accident at the races, but until her arms healed completely, it was a constant reminder of how she almost lost the beautiful girl.
"Your arms look better."
"Some more skin peeled off. I'm constantly wearing long sleeve shirts. Not only for vanity, though. The doctor wants them exposed to air under sleeves when I'm outside. No dirt under sleeves. Keep em clean."
"You do that. I'm going to go home and finish your dress."
"Thank you for this, Set."
"I like doing this sort if thing, Michiru. But I wouldn't do it for just everyone. You're welcome, my friend. Be careful around that Yaten. She's enamoured at the moment, but it's wearing off, and she wants you."
"Pretty Yaten," Michiru mused. "Pretty Yaten."

Haruka walked into the jewelry store, whistling. Everything was perfect. She had her health, her Michiru and Michiru was getting her health back. Everything was grand.
She looked into the display cases, wondering what to buy Michiru, when a tall boy stepped up beside her, and looked into the case as well.
"Miss, I'd like to look at those chains."
"Yes, sir."
Haruka peered over at the interloper, curiously. He reminded her of someone...
"I bet I know who you are," she said suddenly, as the boy looked at the chains. He looked up startled.
He was rather pretty. His hair was a nice rich brown, slicked back into a long ponytail. His eyes were a curiously beautiful shade of silvery gray. He was wearing glasses that slid down on his nose as he looked at her. They had thin wire frames, and looked rather good on him. He was taller than she by a couple inches. He was definitely a guy, unlike the two others. He had a different scent. A male cologne, the spicy scent of a man's deodorant.
"Do you now?" He asked blandly.
"You're Taiki."
"I suppose you want my autograph, he sighed, reaching for a pen.
"No, not really. Never heard your music, actually. It's just, you're my next door neighbor. I've already met Seiya and Yaten. Michiru called her pretty Yaten," Haruka smiled, amused.
"Oh, you're the next door neighbor. The one that's never heard of us."
"Yup. I guess I've never heard of you. Don't recognize... don't KNOW the band's name."
"The Three Lights," he told her, pushing the glasses back up his nose.
"Uh... I've heard of you in passing. Some people at the track have talked about you. But I don't think I've heard your music. Sorry."
"That's alright," he smiled. "I won't get offended, like Seiya did. She's very arrogant. Thinks that the world should know us, and we should be a household name."
"I guess you are in places, or you wouldn't have gotten so far. Why did you move in next to us?"
Taiki studied the chains. He stroked the gold links softly. "We just got off tour. We're writing for the new album. We aren't going to practice loudly in the apartment. We wanted a place to ourselves. We got a nice two bedroomer. I get my own room," he smiled. "I'm a guy with two girls. They're rather masculine, and I can be pretty feminine, so we balance out neatly. I'm afraid Yaten and Seiya both like your girlfriend."
"Poor them. Michiru and I are so tight we've almost exchanged bodies. We even know what the other is thinking, a lot."
"Are you sure it's that close?"
"Oh, yeah," Haruka smiled. "She risked her own life, and her hands to save my life. She's a painter and a violinist. her hands are worth a lot to her, but she told me I'm worth more."
"Very lucky. I'll take three of these, with initial pendants, and two beads for each. I want three Ks, three Os and three Us."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Haruka asked the easygoing boy.
"Kou. We all share that name. I'm Taiki Kou, and they're Seiya Kou and Yaten Kou."
"Three lights. The Three Lights. Fitting," Haruka nodded. "I'd like to get that double heart pendant. The aquamarine and amber stones. And that chain for it."
"Nice taste."
"Thanks. It's sort of symbolic. In an odd way. Aquamarine is her favorite, and amber is mine. It's very pretty, and will look beautiful around her neck," Haruka smiled as she paid for the necklace.
"Do you need a ride back?" She asked Taiki suddenly.
"Uh- sure, why not?" He shrugged, and went to the car with her. "Nice wheels."
"I had another one. A silver one. Same make. But she died in a great flaming wreck. Same wreck that Michiru saved me from."
"You really owe her, then."
"Oh yeah. And I'll give her anything I can. At least she can still paint and play. Get in, and let's go!"

Michiru shook her head as she went to answer the knock on the door. "Didn't you take your key?" She asked as she opened it.
Yaten stood in the doorway, looking a bit stunned. She was wearing an over large pajama shirt, no bottoms. She was holding a plate with two large pieces of chocolate cake on it.
"Pretty Yaten! What brings you here?" Michiru asked. Come on in," she added, ushering the pretty girl into the apartment.
"I thought you might like some of the cake I baked from your ingredients. All we had in the refrigerator when we got here was a container of extra gooey chocolate fudge icing, so we needed something to go with it. Taiki's out shopping now for food and whatever, and... what happened to your arms? You look like you tried to put them in an incinerator."
"Trust Pretty Yaten to come up with something like that," Michiru crossed her arms under her breasts. Yaten's eyes moved between looking at Michiru's body in the sexy teddy, to her damaged arms. "I did. I pulled Haruka out of her car after she had an accident on the racetrack. The car was on flames. I'm getting better, and she's pretty much fine. You can't see where her burns were. Of course, I was wearing silk, and she was wearing a flame retardant suit at the time."
"Ow. Why didn't you just leave her there?"
"No one else was doing anything to get her out. She would have died, and that's why. My arms are a bit tender, and the skin is all new. That's why they look like this. Generally, I'm vain enough to wear long sleeves all the time. Plus the doctor wants me to keep them covered."
"You don't keep much covered in that," Yaten said, putting the cake on the small kitchen table.
"I'm trying not to," Michiru smiled.
"You're beautiful."
"I know. Thank you." Michiru could tell that Yaten was getting turned on by the revealing nightwear. She was partly nibbling a nail on her index finger, while partly sucking on her finger. She looked up and down Michiru's body under her long, thick lashes.
Michiru ran a finger over th frosting of one slice of cake, and then tasted it. "Mmm. Love chocolate," she murmured. She knew she was looking sensual, and was enjoying the effect it had on Yaten. Yaten shivered slightly as she watched Michiru's posing.
"I'm back!" Haruka called out. Yaten started, while Michiru just smiled.
"In the kitchen, love."
Haruka walked in, with a big smile. "Hello, Yaten," she greeted her. "Michiru," she said huskily. "I've a present for you."
"Present?" Michiru lit up like the sun.
"It's not much, but-"
"Present!"
"Ok," Haruka said, moving behind her. She carefully took out the chain and pendant, and put it around Michiru's neck, fastening the clasp.
"Oh, it's so pretty," Michiru said, examining it.
"Aqua for you, amber for me. Doesn't Michiru look lovely with the pendant, Yaten?" Haruka asked playfully.
"It looks very nice on her."
"My Michiru is very beautiful, isn't she," Haruka said softly. She moved closer to Michiru from behind. Michiru raised her arms and linked her hand behind Haruka's neck.
"Very," Yaten agreed, eyes widening.
"She has such a beautiful figure," Haruka said, running her hands down Michiru's sides. Such a slender waist. Beautiful flaring hips. Sexy. Flat stomach," Haruka said, her voice husky and sexy. She ran her hands over every body area as she named it. Michiru's stomach muscles contracted slightly as Haruka's hand slid over it.
Haruka's hands cupped her breasts, and Michiru's eyes half closed in pleasure. "She has beautiful breasts. Full, and soft, yet firm and upright. What's real fun is tying her hands behind her head. Makes her breasts pop out more. Very sexy and soft."
"Her legs are so long and lean and strong. Great thighs, especially. Her beautiful skin. It's so silken that the silk she wears is only half as delicate and soft." Haruka reached out and took Yaten's hand. She put the girl's hand on Michiru's thigh, and rubbed it up and down. "Feel that skin. Especially here, on her inner thigh," Haruka murmured, guiding Yaten's hand. "Soft, and delicate. True velvet there."
Michiru enjoyed the sensation on Yaten's hand on her thigh. The shocked girl's hand was softer and smaller than Haruka's. It was so different, yet felt so nice.
Yaten pulled her hand back when Haruka let it go.
"Her skin tastes so sweet. It's warm and smells so good. And it's soft and warm between her legs," Haruka said, sliding her hand between her legs, and lightly pressing. Michiru closed her eyes and made a mewling sound of pleasure. The touch sent waves of pleasure through her body. "And I can easily say that that warm, moist place is quite heavenly. Warm and inviting. Soft. The hair is a warm, silken patch of sweet smelling greenness. And the nectar between her legs tastes so wonderful. Like honey and cream," Haruka said, licking her lips.
"Um, I'm sure. Uh- I have to go. Enjoy your cake."
"I hope you can see yourself out?" Michiru asked, deep in her throat.
"Oh, certainly," Yaten said, scrambling out of the room. They heard the door close a moment later, and Michiru began to giggle.
"What a tease!" Michiru giggled.
"Who? Me? You teased more. You were teasing before I came in."
"Yes," Michiru agreed. "Honey and cream?"
"Best adjectives I could come up with. You taste nothing like that."
"Oh, so I don't taste like honey and cream? Do I taste bad?"
"No! I don't even LIKE honey! You taste good," Haruka growled. "Real good. You look real good."
"Well thank you. Remember what you said about a threesome?"
"You want Yaten?"
"Not like I want you."
"I know that. You're attracted to her though. I'm not threatened. You're mine and I'm yours. I can deal with it. You want her, you can have her. But I want to be there."
"Of course," Michiru inclined her head. "You can help, too. She's experienced. I can tell. With all the groupies..."
"You want to show her that she was innocent, though. We can do that," Haruka grinned. She leaned over and took a strap of Michiru's teddy, and pulled it down over her shoulder.
"Why Haruka! You animal!"
"Rowr," Haruka growled. She began to kiss Michiru's soft breast, taking folds of her skin in her teeth. She kissed over the green haired girl's nipple, lightly touching it with the tip of her tongue. The nipple became hard, and Michiru moaned.
Haruka continued to lightly tease, nipping every so often. She finally pulled the other strap down, pulling off the teddy. She picked Michiru up by the waist and put her on the kitchen cupboard. Michiru's legs went around her, locking at the ankle.
She started to kiss over Michiru's breasts again, but didn't pause, and moved down over her belly. She tipped Michiru back on the counter, until she touched the back wall. Michiru's fingers ran through Haruka's hair, as her excitement built. Haruka's lips moving over her belly sent shivers of delight through her groin. Her tongue moving over her bikini line was ecstacy. But when Haruka's face was buried between her legs, it was sheer heaven.
Michiru cried out as Haruka's lips began to kiss the delicate skin. Haruka responded by suckling, and then nipping between hr legs. She lapped at her, her tongue probing inside of her, tasting and pleasuring her.
Haruka's hands firmly held Michiru's hips down, while they tried to move in time with Haruka's rhythm. Michiru moaned something incoherently, and Haruka smiled slyly.
She used the tip of her tongue to very lightly tease sensitive areas between Michiru's legs. She lightly flicked her tongue around the areas that seemed to bother her lay the most. She lightly licked, knowing that it felt not much more than a whisper of breath on the hot throbbing skin. She actually blew on Michiru, then lightly jabbed with the tip of her tongue over and over, but in an irregular fashion. Michiru's hips strained to move upwards to meet Haruka's mouth, but Haruka was strong enough to stop it.
After five minutes of this, Michiru's ragged moaning gave way to gasps, then to quiet screams as her body finally spasmed under Haruka's touch. She collapsed on the counter, panting, nd almost crying.
"Did you like?" Haruka kissed her ear.
"Beassssst," Michiru hissed. "I'll get you for that. You won't know when, but I'll get you."
"We'll see," Haruka grinned happily, walking over to the table. She picked up a slice of cake and began to nibble on the delicious, rich chocolate. "If you say so."

--by Michiru