Drizzles of a Symphony • Semi Eita

❥ tenth drizzle.

❥ Soulmate AU; Where your soulmate gets a mark on his skin, the moment you fall in love with him.

• Semi x Een •

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"He's seriously got you lifted on your feet."

"Go away, Takeru," I mumble, covering my face with my blanket again. My little brother sat at the edge of my bed, cleaning the lens of his black-rimmed glasses.

"I can't say I don't approve of what happened. He clearly didn't want to lie to you." Takeru has to say. "If he said he liked you and you found out later that he didn't, I bet you'd be sadder."

It was at times like this when I wanted to hit my 15-year old brother with all my might.

It was so hard to get something out of him because he barely talked; but whenever he said something, there was no way what he said wouldn't stick around my mind for the remaining piece of the day.

Fujiwara Takeru has quite a lot in common with Semi Eita.

"Anyways. Here." He hands me a small white slip. "You promised you'll go so you have to."

Takeru was one of the best teen striders Japan has ever come to know. He was famous during his middle-school years when we had lived in our home city, Kobe. When I left to Shiratorizawa, our parents moved to Tokyo, after he had let them know that he wanted to join a school named 'Honan Academy'.

To this date, I still don't know the reason for his fixation on Honan.

As an elder sister to someone famous like Takeru, it wasn't a few times when I had been looked down on. I grew up in a strict neighbourhood where my grades were all that mattered.

Both of my parents were workaholics, often bringing over maids to do the cooking and cleaning when we were little.

We had our fair share of ups and downs together, which was why, when Takeru suggested Shiratorizawa for me, I didn't even blink an eye.

I needed it.

"I have to tell you something, after the match. If I win." Takeru's voice calls.

"Of course you will win," I respond, causing a grin to form on his face.

"Obviously."

As I held the ticket to the End of Summer stride match final, I felt a burning sensation in my chest.

I really didn't want to go.

And yet, at the same time... I was his sister. If I didn't go, then who will?

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On such a happy day where everyone was cheering for their favourite team, I stood amidst the crowd, as a shallow mess; I felt so alone.

The match was starting in twenty minutes. By now, I had been scolded by two men who were trying to put masking tape on the side of the road.

It wasn't something worth crying over, but I found myself tearing up.

This really wasn't my day.

"Honan, good luck!" I call, my voice weak and dissolving into the crowds of people.
Stride was like an adventure. I loved watching the sport, even though I couldn't even think of running on my own without tripping over at least once.

"Fujiwara, you're here."

The light tap on my shoulder makes me come to a halt immediately.

I didn't need this.

My hands quiver as I slowly turn around, meeting eyes with the familiar soulmate of mine, who stood behind me.

"I knew I'd find you around here," He has to say. "Come on."

I don't know if it was the shock of seeing Semi out of the blue all the way in Tokyo, or because of the fact that he had taken my wrist and started pulling me along with him; but my lips part with no voice coming out as I let him drag me away from the crowd.

"I knew you'd be here," He repeats. "This is so like you."

So like me?

But you were the one who said we barely know each other...

Still with my hand in his, he glances at his smartphone screen.

"If we hurry, we can make it."

"I'm sorry, but I can't go anywhere right now! My brother is running so I-"

"Why do you think I came all the way here? I promise you'll see your brother. Now come."

'He doesn't back out on promises.'

I really was blindly trusting him, and if I missed Takeru's match because of this, I knew he wouldn't forgive me.

And yet, I found myself running beside him, as he went to the very end of the road, taking a few turns on his way. The cheering from the crowds was still deafening, and the announcer had announced that there were only five minutes to go before the match began.

"Semi-san, where are we going?" I call, not sure whether he heard my voice as he led me upstairs after entering a building I wasn't familiar with; which wasn't a surprise. I hadn't been around in Tokyo for long, either.

"Come on."

We are both out of breath when we reach the first floor, running up to the end of the floor out to a balcony.

"We're here." He has to say, letting go of my wrist. Only when I look out from the balcony, do I realise what Semi had done.

"You... You brought me to the take-over zone!" I cry, when I see the words painted in white, on the road.

The takeover zone was where the two runners would exchange a high-five, letting the last person go and continue the run the former had been going on with.

"It's your brother's take-over zone. And see there," He is pointing to something in front of us, and my eyes fly wide open.

There was a TV right in front of us, which was fixed on the starting line of the match.

Semi had brought me to a place where I could see the entire match on TV, and also see my brother running his final strides before his dash ended.

I was in tears.

"But... How did you even know?" I manage to croak out. Semi has a little smile on his face as he watched the TV showing closeups of the runners and displaying their names.

"I live here, you know." He points to the TV, which I see was now displaying a shot of Takeru stretching, his name appearing on the bottom left corner of the screen.

"I have my connections. And when I found out that there was someone whose last name was Fujiwara, I got curious."

It looked like Semi had something more to say, but the gunfire for the start of the match interrupting whatever it was.

And as we watched the match in sheer silence, I felt the weight in my heart lifting up.

Just a little bit, but I definitely noticed it.

It made me feel like I had a long way to go, and if I wasn't ready for what was yet to come, then I really didn't have the right to call myself Semi's soulmate.

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a/n; oh my gOOD gOD. i love prince of stride so much like y'all have nO IDEA JUST HOW MUCH I'M  FZIUEGBSZHXF

ranking; #216 [15.01.17]