Colors

Chapter one

Karkat's POV

My name is Karkat Vantas, I am six sweeps old, and I was born and raised on Alternia for most of my life until my dad moved us to his mom's house on earth, but when we got there my life was no easier than it was on Alternia.

You see we live in a fucked-up universe where two people, who are presumably soulmates, are born with a way to help find each other, but no two people are the same sort of.

People are born into several categories that help them on their journey. Some people see black and white until they meet their soulmates, and the color disappears once the other person dies.

Others are given a necklace with a unique shape at birth, and only their soulmates has the other half.

Some people use their skin as paper, and whatever they write shows up on the others person's skin and vise versa.

Some have two different color eyes one of them is your eye color, and the other is your soulmates, and when you find them both of your eyes will revert back to their normal color.

But for some there are more hard core ways the universe uses to torture them an example being you stop aging at a certain point in time, and you can only start aging again when you find your soulmate. 

Some people have gained immortality by killing their soulmates, but even some of the most ruthless killers have given up because they say their soulmate keeps coming back over and over again because of reincarnation.

Oh, and before I forget achieving immortality in this universe is also possibly even though the last person who ever succeeded was like one hundred years ago. 

And of course, there's the obvious cliché of having the other person's name, age, first, or last words tattooed on your wrist, but there have been coincidences where your soulmate and your worst enemy's name have been tattooed on both of your wrists. You think that would make it easy, right? Guess again. The universe still likes to screw you by not clarifying which name is which.

Some people, and especially trolls, since they can have a palemate, a hate-mate, and a matesprit, are given a power up by the universe from time to time to help them find their way.

Those are only a few methods of finding your soulmate some are easier than others, but they are still very effective, and scientists have been studying them for years, but the universe especially likes to screw me over. You see I was born with color blindness, and my only hope of ever seeing color used to be to find my soulmate, but one day when I was really little the first color I began to see was a thin, red string that was connected to my ring finger just like the ones in the legends. 

I must've followed the string all over Alternia until I decided that my soulmate was no where to be found. 

I still won't forget the color of that string it was both the first and only color I could see; red.

Speaking of red I've had the slightest suspicion that, that was my blood color. 

What's its not like I actually know my blood color my dad has been sheltering me from whatever truth that he doesn't want me to see.

Well ever since we moved in with my dad's mom things have been weirder than usual.

My dad has been more secretive than usual. Before I enter a room I swear I could him and his mom whispering about me behind  my back. 

And her snooty daughter has been giving me disapproving looks probably because of my outfit. One of the many downsides to being colorblind is that all colors look the same. So I decided that I would talk to her about it later, but suddenly about three days after moving in she confronted me about my outfit just like I predicted.

"What're you doing going around like that?" she asked angrily.

"Like what?" I asked. I decided to play along seeing how far this would go until she would notice that something was up.

"Like what? Like what!" she repeated, "I'm talking about that horrendous outfit you're wearing!" she said.

"Ooh," I said, "what's wrong with my outfit?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well nothing it's just coloration of you shirt and your pants do not go together!" she declared.

She was right my dad had picked out a somewhat normal outfit that any teenager would wear, but unfortunately he was still a bit of a prick so he sometimes dicked around picking out clothing with ridiculous colors that do not go together.

And its like she read my mind or something when she continued to carry out a one sided conversation and replied with this, "Well I guess that what you get for letting a dickish man dress you . . . It's about time that you had a woman dress you up for a change!" she said dragging me upstairs to her room, "I'm pretty sure we'll have something up here that'll suit your liking!"

"Uh lady I don't think you realize this but I'm a boy not a girl," I said.

"I know Gog what do I look like an idiot any bozo with eyes could tell I was talking about boy clothes, and my name's Kanaya not lady!" she scolded.

"Well how was I supposed to know that!" I said.

"You could've asked any time Karkat," Kanaya said.

I rolled my eyes only to earn this response from her, "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me young man!"

A smirk played itself across my face, "My name's Karkat not young man . . . " I saw an opportunity and I took it.

"Whatever," she said sitting me down on her bed.

"So tell me why are you wearing a candy corn colored sweater and yellow pants?"she asked.

Oh so that's what I'm wearing at least it's not that bad.

"I know what you're think it's not that bad, but it is it make you look tacky," she said harshly, but her voice softened as she continued to say, "no friend of mine is going to be dressing tawdry on my watch!"