A mere couple days later on the weekend of the same week, another fifteen year old awoke with a mess of dark curls surrounding his face. He slowly sat upright, the groaned and flopped back down remembering what day it was. "You can come in" he sad gruffly as his mother, his brother mycroft, and a couple staff walked into his room (who were obviously outside the door giggling) carrying a cake. "Sure you didn't eat any, mycroft?" He smirked. "All for you, brother dear." The older red head sneered back. Then his mother walked over giving him a kiss on the forehead, "happy fifteenth, sherlock"
The day was a whirlwind of party doings. A grand breakfast followed by him bring shooed upstairs to change into his "entertaining appropriate outfit" which consisted of a suit. People of high class, such as the Holmes family, hosted parties for their children to receive their life partner rings. Sherlock didn't care for it and rather hated the social interaction with his large extended family and his father's business partners who he was to be shown off to.
He was about to launch another insult at mycroft who was by the buffet, when his mother climbed the Grand staircase and signaled for attention. "Thank you for coming, all of you. We are here to celebrate my son Sherlock's fifteenth birthday." A small round of applause shifted through the room as sherlock stood around uncomfortably. "And now, without farther delay, the whole reason we are throwing this party." She pulled a small black box out of her handbag. Sherlock took in a sharp breath as his thoughts whirled. Then he remembered his plan.
Sherlock crouched down and took off at a fast pace along the edge of the crowd towards the staircase. He came to the base of the stairs as people started to notice him. Without hesitation he took the stairs two at a time and snatched the box from his mother's startled hands. But he kept going, all the way up the stairs and around the corner of the hall. "Well that's one way to do it" he could here his mother say laughing it off as he jogged across the manor to his room.
He quickly shut the door and toyed with the box in his hands. He didn't want to say it publicly like mycroft did. That ended in disaster as his ring read the male name "Gregory." The party turned to chaos and even though his parents (more so his mother than his father) accepted it sherlock knew that if his was also a male his parents would be disappointed. So, he concluded, he would keep it a secret. Sherlock considered just leaving the box to be opened another day but "one look wouldn't hurt" he said audibly as he carefully removed the lid to reveal a sleek silver ring with 4 letters engraved in it.
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AN: alright so I'm continuing this story! I hope you like it as I am pretty proud of this chapter. I've got some very moffat things in store *rubs hands manically* so stay tuned! Please comment maybe some ideas you would like to see and what you think! Oh and to those I said I would update this weekend I technically did because it's a long weekend here so ha I did it! Alright I'm rambling, enjoy and comment and vote and till next time! :*
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Chosen for Fate
FanfictionIn a society where your soulmates are chosen for you, you are only given a name. The rest is up to you. Sometimes you find them but sometimes you don't. It's part of the game. And the game is on.
