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Blue.
That was the only colour Apollo had ever seen, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.
On the one hand, plenty of things in life were blue. The sky, the sea, some flowers...
But on the other, it made it so he couldn't appreciate plants or the world in anything but monochrome until he and his soulmate met.
He wished he was like Clay.
Clay was one of the few who didn't have a soulmate and he lived life just fine, able to see and describe every colour on the spectrum, and it had made him many friends in life.
Apollo, on the other hand, was not so lucky.
In his life, it was nice to know there was someone out there, waiting for him too, but he knew that having someone out there to complete you didn't mean they'd stay.
It wasn't fate that kept soulmates together, and he knew that as soon as his soulmate saw him they'd lose interest and find someone else, seeing the world in color until the day one of them died.
So he wished he didn't have a soulmate, and didn't have to wait for the inevitable rejection from them. The day they cast him aside.
Call him a pessimist, he'd say he was a realist who'd had bad previous experience with family and didn't keep his hopes up.
He didn't think he'd meet his soulmate at any point soon, and certainly not at a crime scene.
"No, no. It can't be you, it just can't be," Apollo shook his head, cursing his rotten luck. He hadn't thought he'd have to be the one to reject his soulmate but this was too much. He couldn't accept this.
"But why mein Liebling?" The tall handsome blonde leaned down and forward, intending to invade Apollo's bubble. "Am I really so bad?"
"Yes," Apollo hissed. "It is that bad," It may have been years, but he'd recognize the prosecutor that got Mr. Wright disbarred anywhere. Not to mention the striking resemblance to his former mentor. He recoiled when his soulmate reached to touch him.
The man looked hurt for a moment, slowly pulling his hand back in apprehension. "Liebling?"
Apollo shook his head, stepping away. "This can't be happening, no," he grimaced. "You're the prosecutor that got Mr. Wright disbarred," he started, looking the man over. "And you look way to similar to my old boss to be comfortable," he finished, glaring at the tall blonde, squinting in annoyance.
The blonde looked stricken as Apollo spoke, attempting to reach out for the short man again, only for his hand to be swatted away. "Look, I need to get into that crime scene so please just leave me alone," Apollo sighed, turning away. Klavier got a glimpse of his attorney's badge.
"Ach, wait! You're the defense for this case, right?" He pleaded, grabbing Apollo's sleeve.
Apollo grimaced, prying his sleeve from between Klavier's fingers. "Yes, I am," he admitted. "And the detective won't let us in, despite the fact the defendant is my client, and I do need evidence to make his case,"
Klavier perked up at that, regaining his more relaxed demeanor and playful smirk. "Really now, Liebling?"
Apollo nodded warily, glancing at Trucy. He was startled to notice the way she looked at him was more analytical now, but he hadn't the time to dwell on that.
"Yes, I am,"
"What a coincidence!" He laughed loudly, standing up straight. "I'll be prosecuting this case, schatz,"
Apollo scowled. "Oh,"
Klavier frowned at the lack of enthusiasm at his presence. Neither of the (he assumed.) siblings appeared to recognize him, so he was unsure whether to be glad about that or take the blow to his ego. It would certainly leave a bruise knowing his soulmate didn't like him, even though he'd already decided he very much liked his soulmate.