Magi

Judal [1/2]

[requested--] soulmate/modern au: necklace given at birth will turn a certain color once you meet the one. 

"Aren't you bored?" The regular customer asked, passing down his iced treats on the conveyer belt. 

Your eyes traveled down to his collarbone, where his prized possession rested, glowing a gentle blue. "Hey, it's blue! Congratulations!" 

"Oh-- yeah, I met her at my workplace. Isn't that great?" 

"Sure is-- how do you feel?" 

"You know, it's really weird. She just gets me, you know? Even though I've had like other girlfriends before, this one is really," he paused to take a sigh, "she's different." 

He left with a gaze at your own necklace dangling; he smiled, sympathetically, "it won't take too long." 

Your boss ambled out the door, shaking his head, "I was wondering how long that boy was going to stay." 

"Why? What happened?" 

"The uh, renegades, they came around to toss their necklaces here. Yesterday." 

"Did you let them? Again? It's illegal, for heaven's sake! Are you trying to get us all killed?" You hissed, slamming your palm against the counter. 

"I had to--" His voice broke, "they were so happy like that." 

"This is not okay," you tapped the ground with the tip of your shoe, nervously. "What will you do? They could catch you at any minute." 

"Today-- tonight, there's just one last group. It'll be the last group I'm breaking for. Please, this just feels right to me." 

"No, this is wrong." 

"Wrong? Look around you-- these poor people are the ones that are wrong. The Council is choosing their partners to create a stronger and healthier race. Isn't that wrong?" 

"I can't listen to what you say-- you are a renegade." You glanced at his chest-- a dulled necklace dangled decoration. 

"This is the last group, I promise." 

"I still can't believe a convenience store's owner breaks necklaces." You groaned, "I mean-- you're supposed to be a terrible guy, someone we see in the movies!" 

...

The shift was over. Moonlight flooded the store and you locked up the front doors and rolled down the shades. 

The convenience store was an illegal place at night, strange as it did sound in your own thoughts. 

You left the back door open and took a seat inside the office. 

Your boss paced the floor before your eyes. "Oh, they'd better not be late-- I swear if this is a trick--"

Sighing, you could only bury your head in your arms, listening for footsteps or any other sign of the traitors's appearance. 

They came, not two minutes after, each blending in with the blackened walls. Your boss hurried over, accepting the dangling precious from each one. 

The foreign ones spoke in murmured voices, not loud enough to be heard from where you waited. 

One in the back carried a small purse. She reached in it and produced a stack of bills to which she walked to hand to their demander. 

He took the cash, slipping it into his cabinet drawer. They turned and sprinted away, almost tripping amongst themselves. 

"Holy shit," you breathed, "is that all? Can we go now?" You begged. 

The old man could only turn to you, speechless, "this is not good." 

"What?" 

"Whatever you do, do not go outside! Keep your head down." He shouted, running out the door, his figure moved to reveal a bright white police car parked in the dirty front. 

You cursed to yourself, dropping away from the sight of the window. 

"Shit!" A scream came.