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Prologue
"Do you believe in past lives?" The dark haired boy asked, his equally dark eyes glanced at the albino with eyes as clear as the blue sky.
"I don't know, what do you mean by that?"
"You know, like maybe in the past you were a king or something."
The albino hummed in thought as he hugged his knees and stared down at the grass. "I think that's impossible."
The dark haired boy laughed. "Then, do you believe in soulmates? "
"That's just bullshit." Seiya said, glancing at his best friend with annoyance. Rose glared at him before slapping the back of Seiya's head.
"I don't need you negativity, boy!" She shouted while Seiya hissed in pain as he rubbed the back of his head. "Besides, it's true! I heard our math teacher experienced it with the art teacher of our rival school." Rose sighed dreamily. "Talk about a Romeo and Juliet romance."
"Right, didn't they die at the end?" Seiya grumbled.
Rose's left eye twitched as she refrained from choking her best friend. "Why you-"
"What 's up, guys!"
" Kenny! " Rose and Seiya exclaimed in unison. "You sure are lucky for finding your soulmate on the first day of school." Rose said as she knitted her eyebrows and glanced at the window dramatically. Kenny laughed as he took a seat next to Seiya.
"Well, it's just a matter of time, right Seiya?"
"Nah, give it up Rose," Seiya grabbed his frappe. "You'll die a virgin."
Rose laughed for a second. "I'm gonna kill you."
"Now, now," Kenny tried to stop his friends from beating the shit out of each other. "You still don't believe in soulmates, huh?"
Seiya took a sip of his frappe before setting it back on the wooden table. "Of course! It hasn't been scientifically proven either."
"You're no fun!" Rose pouted, again. She took a bite of her blueberry cheesecake. "You're gonna eat your words when you meet your soulmate."
"Yeah, right.” Seiya snickered. Kenny sighed and decided to change the topic to avoid a war breaking into the small café his soulmate’s family was running. When the sky had turned a bright and calming orange, that was when Seiya needed to leave. His clear blue eyes showed a melancholy glint that only his friends could see.
Rose and Kenny glanced at each other. “Seiya, do you want to walk home with us?” Rose asked, knitting her eyebrows with worry. Seiya smiled back at his friends.
“No, I can manage.”
“Are you sure?” Kenny asked.
“Yup, besides, Haru asked me to pick something up for him.” Seiya stood up and grinned at his friends. “See you tomorrow at school.” without waiting for a reply, Seiya hurried out of the café. Seiya walked to the nearest bus stop as he put on his headphones. There was no music playing, but that way people won’t try to spark a conversation with him.
Seiya put his hands together and sighed. It’s not like Seiya never believed in soulmates, as a kid he would always imagine what type of person they would be. It also didn’t help that books, movies and even comics would set high expectations for him. Hell, even his own mother would tell him how wonderful it was when she met his father.
And so, he waited.
Seiya waited and waited, but it’s been nineteen years. The “wonderful and pink” world of soulmates that he’s grown up to know started to become hopeless and grey. Maybe it was just him, Seiya thought as he tried to understand why his heart was broken before he even fell in love. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.
But, once he tried to look for answers, he found one that he had tried to avoid hearing. You can look it up if you like, but the chances of finding your soulmate are very low. They could be in another country, maybe another city! Perhaps, and hopefully not, they were already dead.
Seiya wasn’t the only one who felt devastated once he learned the truth. Tons of people in forums have said that ever since they were little, their parents or media would set high expectations for them. It wasn’t a pretty feeling. The more Seiya read, the more disappointed he became. You can meet your soulmate when you are too old or you can die without ever meeting them.
It was then that Seiya realized he was in love. Not with someone, but with the idea of someone loving him 'perfectly' .
“Soulmate, huh?” Seiya caressed his left palm with his thumb. “Maybe I never had one to begin with.”
The soft playing of a piano drowned the empty and almost dark room. Only a few dim lamps were on, but the pianist didn’t need light to play. Not for this song. Even with eyes closed, he could still play it. And yet, recently he has been hitting the wrong notes and making rookie mistakes that he shouldn’t be doing at this point. The pianist stopped midway with a frown and sighed as he put a hand on his eyes.
The bright lights of the study flickered and the pianist groaned. “You still haven’t gone home, Uriel?”
Uriel sighed and glanced over his shoulder at his redheaded friend. “Shouldn’t you be home by now, Haru?”
“I was about to leave but I heard you play.” Haru said with a smile. Uriel rolled his eyes and stood up, walking over to his friend.
“Whatever.” Uriel said. He turned off the lights and walked out of the studio, Haru following close behind. “Huh, it’s already this late?” Uriel mumbled as he looked up at the dark sky. They walked over to the parking lot as they talked. Haru offered to give Uriel a ride home, but the latter declined. “I want to be alone right now.”
“I understand, but if anything happens, give me a call.” Haru said, looking at his friend with worry. Uriel nodded and waved goodbye, he checked the time on his wristwatch. If he ran, he could catch the last bus. Uriel sighed in relief once he got to the bus station and few people were there. He noticed a couple whispering close to each other and glanced away. They must be soulmates. Uriel thought.
Uriel glanced at the birthmark on his right hand, a small star-like shape underneath his pinky. He rubbed it with his thumb, feeling angry and sad. “Young master, your fated one will have that same mark on the opposite side.” Uriel shook his head, he was remembering stuff that he shouldn’t. Yet, as the bus came, clear blue eyes like the sky came to mind. “Soulmates, huh?”
“I don’t want to meet mine.”