"It's a chicken!"

I know the title's bad.

It might be obvious what's going to happen but I still hope you enjoy one of my first fanfics. Soulmate AU, oneshot, characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya, yadayada, enjoy!

          ~PruHun~

Sitting on the lounge in her apartment, Elizabeta sighed as she stared at her computer screen. “I think I’d kill to be young again…”

Gilberts head appeared from under a pile of pillows, he gave the other a look as he replied. “You say that about everything. ‘I’d kill for this dress’ ‘I’d kill for a milkshake’, it’s kinda scary. Who are you gonna kill? Me?”

The brunette rolled her eyes. “It’s just an expression, Gilbert, I’m just saying…” She broke off, her eyes drifted to the words tattooed on her wrist: ‘It’s a chicken’.

Gilbert followed her gaze. “Her soulmate.” He thought.

Everybody was born with a tattoo, and that tattoo was your one chance of finding your soulmate. Your tattoo could be almost anything, it didn’t have to be the first words they said to you. It could be a picture of something very special to their soulmate or the day they met them, some didn’t even have a tattoo, but Elizabeta and Gilbert…

“You still haven’t given up?” Gilbert asked, his red eyes flicking back up to the woman’s face.

“Of course I haven’t!” Elizabeta exclaimed, her mousy brown hair fluttered behind her as she turned to face the albino, who happened to be submerged in pillows. “I’m 27 and I’ll be damned if I die before finding my soulmate!”

Gilbert chuckled. “I still find it funny that you can’t tell what a chicken is…”

Elizabeta’s expression morphed to one of shock. “Gilbert Beilschmidt, I am absolutely appalled!” She picked up a pillow and clouted Gilbert multiple times, who was laughing at her show of mock-fury.

After calming down, they fell silent, with the exception of the sound of Elizabeta’s videos.

“Your tattoo still isn’t as bad as mine.”

Elizabeta turned away from the screen to face the albino once again. She raised an eyebrow in curiosity as she replied. “Oh? How so?”

Gilbert raised his wrist to the ceiling so that Elizabeta could plainly see the words: ‘What’s that?’ “I have been asked this 124 times-”

“You’ve kept count?”

“in my lifetime,” Gilbert continued, unfazed by the interruption. “and everyone that has said this had either already found their soulmate, it turned sour, or my response was wrong.” He lowered his arm. “It’s pretty discouraging if you ask me.”

“Huh,” Elizabeta breathed.

The video playing on the woman’s laptop finished, and it immediately started to play the next tape.