Puzzling-shipper's Book of One-shots

Chapter 1: Soulmates

Heyo, I'm not dead yet. So this is gonna be where I post all of the one-shots that pop into my head. Some will be really short and others will be longer like this one. Finally have time to write and now school's starting. Whoopty-freaking-doo. Anyways, this came all of a sudden and I wrote it over the last two days. I do plan on updating LMBYL, don't worry. That story's not abandoned. Thanks for being patient with me, guys. Enjoy.

Soulmates.

Everyone had one.

Although...

Yami watched the man fly across the stage. His eyes were alight with vigor and his skin shone under the bright stage lights. Golden bangs that framed the man's face swung with every dramatic turn of his head. The steadiness and strength and power in his melodic voice traveled and projected all the way to the back of the theatre.

It sent shivers up his spine.

Long ago, humans made a deal with the gods. They were tired of the heart ache; they wanted to find "the one", that was spoken of in fiction and dreams. They were tired of jumping from one person to the next, wondering if they were truly happy, and ending up old and wrinkly and bitter, realizing they had found the one years before, but ruined or completely missed their opportunity.

So, they pleaded to the gods, prayed, sacrificed, even creating new gods to worship. Until one day, it happened.

A spotlight now shone on the man on the stage. His face exhibited the complete and genuine emotions of the character he played. His body movements were fluid and graceful, as if he was performing some ancient dance instead of just picking up a prop.

Yami was completely enthralled.

The gods, finally hearing the mortals' prayers, (or maybe they were just tired of hearing the whining from below) sent down one of their own. The god said they would grant the humans their wish, but at a cost. Only a select few would be able to see their soulmate or soul mates. If two people were soulmates, only one of them would know when they saw them. The other would search or wait for their soulmate and occasionally be given clues by the gods regarding who their soulmate was.

The humans, barely giving it a second thought, agreed.

The man was joined on stage by a few other cast members. They spoke to each other and sometimes touched. Yami hardly paid attention to anyone other than the man with the shining lavender eyes.

He hardly heard when the rest of the audience clapped at the end of the scene.

First, however, the gods ordered a sort of compromise for what they were about to gift.

Some humans would not be granted a soulmate. Some would have to wait centuries, lifetimes, before they would be granted one. They would watch their family and friends find their own partners and grow happy while they would spend their life feeling incomplete. They would also be able to recall their past lives; how alone they were, how lost they felt, and how long they had left until the torture was over and they were given the blessing of a soulmate.

These people also had to volunteer for the role.

From where Yami sat in the front row of the theatre, he could see the beads of sweat that formed on the performer's forehead when he came back on stage. He could also see the sparkle in his eyes that twinkled like stars in pools of purple. He laughed at something another actor said on script and Yami smiled.

It had taken a while, but there were eventually enough people willing to suffer for who knows how long for the sake of the happiness of the rest of the world. Yami, who was then known as an Egyptian man named Atemu, was one of these volunteers.