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The problem with soulmates is there is only one way to learn if you are with your soulmate. As the story goes once upon a time a man was so deeply in love with his wife, but she was in constant pain. So he became a giver to let her share her pain with him. Though how that ability traveled through everyone even after the man and woman surely died. No one knew. Some say he was so in love and she was so greatful it made a stronger giver. Enjin knew that was all shit though. Just loving someone didn't make you stronger. A fighter with something to lose, those were hard to fight, but not stronger.
He thought it was shit form the beginning. Just a story people told to say they found the one. A silly little thing to feel they belonged. So it didn't matter much to him what they were doing. Even though he ignored any pain that wasn't his. Just thinking he must have hit something, even if he was laying on the ground away from everything.
There was a point where he couldn't ignore it. Could feel the searing pain lash out against him. His face burning hot. A scream caught in his throat as he hid from everyone around him. He held on to his face. Pulling his hand away only once. But there was no blood. Nothing to give him this pain. Enjin knew the pain though. The scar on the side of his head reminding him exactly what it was like.
After that Enjin still rejected the idea of soulmates though he wasn't as loud with it as he used to be. He didn't ignore the pain as much as he once had. Even when he joined the cleaners with something to prove he wouldn't let himself believe for a moment there was such a thing as a 'soulmate'.
Before he knew it he was paired with another cleaner. His mentor and her team. The woman was all hard edges. Not taking Enjins crap for a moment. When he pulled shitty stunts she's smack him over the head. When he said something cutting to be mean, she would trip him of slap his back to hard he bent over.
She changed a lot of thing for him. Enjin's own edges softened as she was around. When there was a new cleaner added to the group. A few years older than Enjin and a supporter.
"Name's Gris Rubion. Nice to meet you." He said, holding out his hand. His blue eyes staring at Enjin. Enjin wasn't sure why he liked them so much. Why they were so pretty and he hated not knowing. He didn't take his hand.
"Whatever." Enjin muttered. Only to get hit again.
His mentor laughed, "Sorry about him. He's not people trained yet!"
Gris smiled brows pinched. Enjin could almost see worry leaking off him. "It's alright. I'll still be here to help you when you need it."
For the first week their lives were like this. A constant circle of not giving in. Gris would greet him and Enjin would give a noncommittal answer. The two just passing each other. Then it was time for a mission. Gris stood straight and looked even more serious.
"Enjin you drive!" His mentor yelled tossing him the keys.
Enjin caught them smiling. "HELL YEAH!" He yelled, ignoring the older cleaner, Girs's mentor, who was asking if that was a good idea. Probably remembering last time he drove. But this time Enjin wasn't going to hit anything.
Gris took the passenger seat as the adults made him. Buckling up for the drive he watched Enjin. Enjin tried to ignore it. Blasting the music and hitting the gas.
Enjin had been annoyed. Gris freaked out a bit at first then relaxed. But even his freak out hadn't been anything fun to watch. He yelled once at a sharp turn. Holding onto the door, a strange sound echoed though the car and he was done.
"You're really fuckin strange man." Enjin commented.
Gris looked at him smiling. "And you're not?"
"Nah, usually people freak out. Yell at me to slow down and some shit." Enjin sighed. His eyes slid to Gris, almost glaring. "Did someone tell you about my driving?"
"Nah… I just don't mind this. As long as you don't hit something." He laughed, looking a little embarrassed. Enjin hated this. Hated how his heart fluttered a little. There was nothing worse than what was happening right now.
Getting to the job. His mentor took the lead again. It was a simple cleaning. Nothing they had to worry about. Honestly a little boring. When his mentor called him to take the reigns.
"You and Gris are in charge of this mission. We're just here in case something happens." She told him. Her hand on his shoulder. "Kick some ass!"
Enjin stood talk as he watched the trash beasts start to gather. Watching them try to do anything against the wall keeping them out. "Whats the plan?" Gris asked.
"Stay out of my way,"
Gris turned. "How?"
"What?"
"How do you want me out of the way? You're the giver. How do I move to give you enough space and time?" Gris asked. It was a good question. Enjin had been so busy ignoring him he hadn't thought about fighting next to him.
Enjin eye flicked between Gris and the trash beasts. "Just don't let them get past me to the others. As long as they are in my sights I have them."
Gris nodded, "Right!" With that he took two steps back. Ready and waiting. It was strange. Enjin knew people, he had been rude almost hostile towards him. Yet, Gris didn't exactly take it, he just didn't raise to Enjin either. Fighting with him was almost too easy. Like having a second him matching his thoughts. Even though the first flying trash beasts shocked him. Gris throwing them back into his line of fire. It wasn't bad.
"Man that was hella cool!" Enjin yelled when they were done. His eyes alight. He slid back over to Gris. "How the hell did you just throw them like that?"
Gris rubbed the back of his neck. "I work out?"
Enjin grabbed his shoulder. "Work out? My man! You threw a trash beasts over your shoulder like it was a pillow!" Enjin gushed. Gris looked away a bit. Not that Enjin could notice right now. Too high off their win and Gris's strength.
"Haha, good job boys!" Enjins mentor said, hand raised. Enjin was ready for the hit, when her hand landed on Gris's back. The familiar pain radiated though his back. Though he saw it.
Taking a step back Gris looked at the ground. Slowly raising his hands up. "What the fuck?" Enjin asked, voice venomous.
"I know you don't want a soulmate, we're good." Gris said. Hands still up in the air.
"S-Wh-HUH?" Enjin manged to get out.
Gris sighed. "I didn't hear about your driving but I did hear about you and the whole soulmate thing. Don't worry about it. We don't have to be anything-"
"So you're just gong to throw me away?"
This time it was Gris and Enjins mentor who were stunned. "Huh?"
"I- You're stupid scar on your eye! You owe me." Enjin yelled walking away. His face bright red. He couldn't tell what the hell to do about all this. He wasn't against them. It was just that he never thought he'd meet his. Better to denounce them than waiting for one to never arrive. But he had arrived, with blue eyes and relaxed. "Fuck~" Enjin groaned feeling like an idiot. Maybe Gris would let him have a second change at that hello thing. “Heh, my soulmates cool.”