Attached [Cykophan Oneshots]

-; The Red String of Fate

[Addition: If the string is broken, your soulmate is dead]

-;CYKO'S POV

    I've been staring out this window for a while now. I think to myself. My eyes are probably strained as all hell but it's not like I would be able to figure that out. I was so lost in my thoughts that I had no idea how long I've been awake. All I know is that I've just been curled up under a comforter on the bottom bunk of a bunk-bed. I don't have siblings or anything, I just have no room to put anything, so I use the top bunk. I mean, my room is the size of a fucking walk-in closet; not a convenient size for a bedroom. What time is it, eight, nine? I should probably get up... I sigh, rolling onto my back and holding my right hand up over my face. There was a thin red thread permanently tied to my pinkie, and it drove me crazy. I don't believe in this whole soulmate thing. Yeah, yeah. I know about the whole seeing is believing!!! Thing...but, come on. Really? I tug on the thread violently for a few seconds, before letting my hands fall back down. I've tried to cut this string multiple times, but the damn thing is unbreakable!!
     I close my eyes and roll over on my side. Maybe if I try hard enough I can sl-
     "OW!! Mother-FUCKER!!" I scream out loud, now tangled up in the comforter, on the ground. Hey, at least I might suffocate myself in here.
...
     Never mind, it's too hot. I managed to get out of the comforter, standing up. I suddenly hear a light vibrating noise, causing me to glance around my room, before realizing that somebody was calling me. I pick up my phone, looking at the screen. Oh. It's X. Isn't that fantastic. What does he even want? I pick up.
     "Uhhh...Hello?" I said, slightly annoyed.
     "Hey, uh...Where are you!? I've been waiting here for an hour!" X shouted from the other end. I could tell he was pissed off.
     "I'm sorry, what?" I asked obliviously, "What do you me- ohhh...sorry 'bout that. I, uhh..." I forgot that I was supposed to meet up with him today, since we haven't seen each other much. Great. Socialization, AND I have to go outside in the middle of this ungodly hot weather.
"Just hurry up and get over here!" He snapped.
"Okay, okay! I'm coming. Geez..." I say before hanging up quickly. Arguing with him doesn't usually end nice. I quickly throw on a change of clothes, tying my hoodie around my waist and sprinting out the door of the small house.
     I slow myself down after a while, desperately trying to catch my breath. Fuck, I hate the summer. I notice that I'm close to this local park or something...I'm pretty sure that's where I'm supposed to be meeting up with X, since I notice him sitting impatiently on a bench. I approach him, tapping his shoulder. He looked up from the ground, staring at me.
     "It's about time..." He hissed.
     "Well. Sooooorry." I said sarcastically. "Maybe don't plan to meet with people at nine in the morning next time."
     X rolled his eyes, "Uh-huh. Anyways, I wanted to ask you about that..." He trailed off, staring at something. I follow his gaze carefully, only for my eyes to lead me down to the string tied around my finger. I notice that it seemed as if somebody was tugging on it. Did it get shorter?
     I look at the string, following it with my eyes to see if it lead to something, or in this case... Someone. I notice that it did indeed lead to another person. I focus on the other, trying to make out as much as I could about the figure. Well, for one, I could tell that it was a dude. Score. He seemed a little taller than me from the distance, but it was hard to tell. He wore a purple t-shirt with a black long sleeve under it, which, I had no idea how. It's like.... A billion degrees outside. He also had on what I assumed were just black jeans. Otherwise, he was just really pale and had really messy hair. I continued to stare at him, noticing that he was fidgeting with the thread that led to my own hand.
This guy is my soulmate? He looks like a depressed executioner. 
FUCK, HE'S CUTE.
     X suddenly grabbed my shoulders, shaking me, which caused me to snap back into reality. "Holy shit! It's your soulmate! You should go talk to him- look! He's looking right at you!"
     I glance back to see the pale boy looking directly at me. "Uhh...no way. Not happening."
     "Oh, yes it is!!" X beamed, shoving me towards the other boy, causing me to stumble forward and almost fall on my face. Thankfully, I kept my balance and saved myself from eternal embarrassment.
     The boy stared at me, twirling the thread around his fingers on his opposite hand.
     "Uhh...Hey, uh..apparently we're soulmates.." I said awkwardly, refusing eye contact.
     "Yeah. The string says so." He replied casually. His voice was almost a whisper.
     "Do you seriously believe that stuff?" I asked. There's no way this guy was being serious. The string says so!? What!? I noticed him looking at me quietly.
     "Uhm..." He began. "You do know it's true, right? Everybody has one..." He muttered, seemingly embarrassed.
...he probably already hates me. I quickly change the subject, "Right, uh...So, since we're soulmates, we should probably introduce ourselves, or else this would be really awkward." What am I saying? This already is awkward. The boy continues to silently look at me, as if waiting for me to go first.
"...You first." He mutters. At least I was right about something.
"Well, uh..." I'm never good at introductions. All I have to say is my name, right? Probably...I look over my shoulder to see X practically bouncing up and down a little ways away from us. I roll my eyes and face forward again, realizing how long of an awkward silence I just caused. "...My name's Cykopath." I said quickly.
The boy's expression changed as he grinned slightly, "I like it." He said calmly. Surprising.
"Uh...and yours is..?" I ask awkwardly.
"Oh! Sorry," he said with a giggle, "Phantom." He replied simply.
I nod, before almost falling face first again due to X running up and practically jumping onto me, "You do remember that soulmates that are connected by the whole red string thing are destined lovers, right!?" He asked excitedly.
"Yeah, yeah." I roll my eyes, "Says the one that never shut up about how you would supposedly find your soulmate before I did." I remarked.
"Wh- Hey, come on! I really did think I would find mine first!" X shouted.
I harshly shush him, "Can you stop screaming like a five-year-old?" I whisper-yell, before noticing Phantom shift awkwardly. "...Uhh...Sorry."
He looks at me and shakes his head, "It's fine."
X whispers something to me, causing me to turn around and backhand him in the face, feeling my own face redden, "I am NOT doing that!" I exclaim, hearing Phantom giggling behind me. This is so embarrassing.
"Well~!!" X chimed, "I'll leave you two be!" He said before skipping off somewhere.
"You know," Phantom mutters, causing me to turn around and face him, "I have to admit, I'm really happy that I found you. I honestly thought that this string led to nowhere and that I would never find my soulmate. I was really starting to lose hope..." He said gently.
I didn't know whether to feel bad or happy for him, "Yeah, uh...I am too, actually. I never believed in the whole soulmate thing, so I guess it's sort of a shock to me that it really is true," I admit, "Though... I never had much hope in the first place."
"What!? You can't say that!!'
"Yes I ca-"
"No!! You have to have hope for something! You found me after all, right!?"
"I mean, I guess you're ri-"
I was cut off when he suddenly hugged me. I didn't know whether to be confused or flustered. "I don't like it when people aren't hopeful, Cykopath." He said with a slightly stern tone, giving me that feeling your parents would give you if they called you by your full name, as in first, middle, AND last, which was odd. Phantom was still hugging me as if it would be he last time he ever would. I couldn't complain, though.
"Uhh...Just call me Cyko, thanks..." I mutter, staring at the ground as he lets go of me. He sounds like he trying to hold back a laugh, "What?" I ask, looking at him.
"Nothing, you're just kinda cute." He replies casually.
"What!?" I snap, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment again.
"Can't you accept a compliment?" He asks.
"It's...Its not that!" I stutter, "it's the fact that you say it so suddenly and casually!!"
He laughs, "It's true, though."
"It is not!!!" I screech.
"Oh, shut it." He says sarcastically. I glare at him.
"Make me."
He looks at me as if I just asked if babies came from space, before he suddenly became a little flustered. It wasn't too much, but it was noticeable...what was he planning exactly?

Before I could process it, he had leaned in and literally fucking kissed me, pulling away just seconds later, quickly looking off in some random direction.
What?
What the fuck?
What...THE FUCK!?
I mean, it definitely shut me up for a while, since I couldn't even figure out if that had even happened. Why did he do that?
"You remember the whole 'soulmates bonded by the red string of fate are destined lovers' thing, right?" Phantom asked, breaking the long silence between us. "Uhm...that's why I, uh...did that.." He muttered, fidgeting with the thread once more. "It was the only way that I could think of making you shut up without being rude..."
Not the best way to word that, but okay, "Well..." I thought for a moment, "What are you supposed to even say when you meet your soulmate, like, 'Oh I think I'm going to like being your soulmate' or something?" It's not like I knew what else to say.
"...Sure," Phantom said with a gentle smile, laughing quietly at my words.

-;

I've been staring out this window for a while now. I think to myself. My eyes are probably strained as all hell but it's not like I would be able to figure that out. I was so lost in my thoughts that I had no idea how long I've been awake. All I know is that I've just been curled up under a comforter on the bottom bunk of a bunk-bed. I don't have siblings or anything, I just have no room to put anything, so I use the top bunk. I mean, my room is the size of a fucking walk-in closet; not a convenient size for a bedroom. What time is it, eight, nine? I should probably get up... I sigh, rolling onto my back and holding my right hand up over my face. There was a thin red thread permanently tied to my pinkie. Five years ago today, I met my soulmate.