AN: Special thanks to Tsubasa who has been the first to read this and who cheer me up when I feel bad.

This story doesn't stick to the anime's plot, there will be no senshi stuff at all, it won't be a very long story, I think there will be no more than five or six chapters. I hope you'll enjoy. Don't forget to let me a review to let me know what you think. See you in next chapter...

Meant to be

Chapter 1

Will you marry me?

My first love was a girl. We were about six year old. She was smaller than me, always dressed as though she was going to a party. For my part, I wore my hair short and wore mainly jeans because my mother wasn't found of dresses" and she never knew how to fix girl's hair. So I was a tomboy, when I walked with my parents, people said 'look at the little boy! he's so cute!"; then my parents looked embarassed and said I was a girl. Well... After a while they just accepted they didn't say anything and just accepted the compliment. But my little friend was truly different. As I said, she was always well dressed. She wore nice dresses all the time, little shoes and all. Her turquoise hair were long and curly. She looked like an angel. She had girly activities, like playing music. That was our only common point. My parents had wanted me to play the piano. She played the violin.

But despite of our differences, we got along very well. I don't really know why because girls never liked me. Maybe because I preferred football to dolls. In fact Michiru looked liked a doll now I think of it... so we can say I played with dolls too since we played together.

"Everyone please welcome Kaioh Michiru-san" said the teacher, one morning of May.

"Good morning Kaioh-san!" said the class.

I hadn't say anything. I didn't even noticed someone had entered the room, I was too absorbed by the paper ball's silent war I played with neighbour at the other end of the class. The teacher saw this.

"Tenoh Haruka-san! stop this now. You are in detention!"

I raised my head in surprise. Then I saw her. She hadn't her school uniform yet so she wore her casual clothes: a light blue dress that made her look like a little princess. She sent me a nice smile. None of the other girls of the class looked like her. She was unique. Everyone was fascinated. When the teacher finished scolding me; he presented her. She was a transferred student who had spent the last year in France with her parents who travelled a lot for business. She could speak french and english. I was impressed. She was so young. For my part I had difficulties even with Japanese, my mother language. So speaking a foreign language wasn't imaginable.

"Kaioh-san, You'll sit next to Tenoh-san.

The teacher seemed reluctant to place her next to me. But this was the only sit left. He was probably feared that my being lazy influenced her. She sat without saying a word. She didn't seemed annoyed at all. She put her things out of her bag then the teacher began the lesson.

"Can I follow the class with you? I don't have the book yet."

The sound of her voice was like a sweet melody to my ears. I blushed.

"You shouldn't be embarassed. Oh I know! you are in love with me. My mom always says everyone fall in love with me when they see me. All the boys like me."

"I am not a boy." I said approaching the book from her.

"Yes but you like me. It's the most important.

Michiru was right. I fell in love at first sight. But there was no way I would tell it to her, she was too proud of herself. But it was right, every boys were looking at her. Since that day, Michiru was our princess. Every girls wanted to look like her. She was the perfect little girl. At the lunch break that day, every boys surrounded her.

"Kaioh-san! do you want to share my lunch?"

"Kaioh-san! do you want to marry me when we'll be grown-ups?"

Michiru was calmy sitting and listening. I was alone in the other side of the ground, observing discreetly but with attention this little game when she said something that made me raise my head.

"Sorry everyone. I'm already engaged. I will marry Tenoh-san."

Did I hear all right?

"But..."

"Oh I didn't ask her!"

She got up and walked to me. She stopped right in front of me, under the suprising glares of all our little class mates.

"Tenoh-san? Will you marry me?"

"But... But... You're not even my girlfriend!"

"Do you understate that I'm not good enough for you? you don't want to marry me?" asked Michiru as tears began to run down her cheeks. Her act was pretty good and I fell for it.

"No, no... But... we must be lovers before being engaged. My mother said to me that people had to fall in love before to marry."

"I'm in love with you. So you are my boyfriend."

"Kaioh-san, I'm a girl."

"But your hair is short and mine is long. So you'll be the husband."

"OK..."

"So you accept?"

How could I refuse? Besides I was proud to be engaged to such a cute little girl. From this day on. I became her knight. She was my princess. I obeyed every of her orders. Then I had to defend her against the other girls. They were jealous because Michiru was the little miss perfect of our class. The boys didn't attack her because she impressed them. But the girl were awful. I defended her against the sand they threw in her hair, against the water battles, against kidnappings (one day they took a string and tied her to a mast in the indian way).

Our parents were glad for us... maybe because we forgot to tell them about the engagement. Michiru pleased my mother because she was so perfect in every ways, and I pleased Michiru's parents because they knew I defended their daughter at school. The reason why we hid our engagement was because Michiru had seen on a TV soap that couples waited the right moment to anounce a wedding. Her heroes were engaged secretly so she decided that we had to do the same. I accepted. I couldn't refuse her anything. One day, I found a plastic ring in my cereal's box, it was a childish silvery-tainted ring with a plastic blue stone on it. I offered it to her as an engagement ring, promising to get her a real one when I would have enough money. But she refused, she was so glad with her plastic ring, she said she would keep it forever and that an engagement ring was sacred, plastic or silver, it was a gift from my heart, so it meant much more to her than any other ring in the world. That day she was crying with happiness, I felt like crying to when I heard her words, but I was the boy in the story, boy didn't cry. "Now kiss me Haruka." I placed a small child kiss on her lips. I liked to kiss her, she said it's the way you show your love, and I loved her, so she didn't need to ask it twice. I always was like an idiot, obeying every of her wishes. If she had asked me to jump from a bridge, I would have done it without hesitation and with joy.

But one afternoon, our nice love story took an end. We were at the public park. Our two mothers, even if very different, got along well, probably because of us. They were having small talk that wednesday afternoon after school as we were playing. But suddenly, my beloved fiancée lost her hat. Of course I ran after it and gave it back to her. She rewarded me by a small kiss on the lips. She always did this. I was her devoted knight, I deserved it. And lovers in her soap always kissed. But suddenly strong arms pulled me away from Michiru. I didn't expect the big slapped I received from my mother. I didn't cry, I couldn't in front of my princess. But her own mother had slapped her too and she was crying. With all the strength of a six year old, I broke my mother's grip and gave my fiancée a comforting embrace. But my mother's arm pulled me apart again, this time her grip was too tight for me to break it.

"What do you think you are doing, young lady?"

"Haruka! it's dirty!"

"But what? Haruka is my fiancée! it's normal."

"No it is not! Haruka is a girl. And you are six."

"Why is it dirty? Michiru said that you do that when you are in love!"

"Only grown-ups, and not with girls, Haruka. It's bad. You can't love a girl. It's impossible. Girls love boys."

"But Haruka is almost a boy, isn't she?" asked Michiru to my mom.

"Haruka isn't a boy, even if she looks like one. You can't love her." said her mother.

"If girls must love boys, then I don't want to be a girl. I love Michiru, so I will become a boy!"

"No Haruka, you can't. You're a girl and that is all. You must love boys, and Michiru too."

It was unfair. I didn't understand. Why girls couldn't love girls? I was in love with Michiru so it wasn't that impossible. And why couldn't I become a boy? If I could marry Michiru this way? My mother brought me home right after that. She was nervous. I kept asking questions and she was fed up with answering. The answers I asked seemed too obvious for her. The next morning, Michiru wasn't in class. The teacher announced us that she had been transferred. She had only been there a month. Everyone forgot her quickly, except me. I had made my own point of view. If girls couldn't fall in love with girls, then I would become a boy, even if my mother said it was impossible, and one day I would find Michiru and marry her.