Soulmates (A DTK x Crona fanfiction)

Chapter 1 (Kid)

From the time I learned how to read and understand what I was reading, I knew I was destined to be gay. Of course, I didn't really understand what "being gay" meant at the time but whenever someone sees my tattoo they think of me differently. The way they look at me changes, when I was younger I didn't understand why it changed. But when I truly understood what it meant to "be gay" I understood why it was a bad thing even less than I did before.

Why should it matter if my soulmate is a boy or a girl? No one can control who they fall in love with. Love is supposed to be blind, unconditional, unbiased. If it's not, why do people that have nothing in common end up in love? It makes no sense to me.

"I'm actually a boy." Those four words changed my life forever. I mean, the words on my arm never really made a difference in my life, they have been there since I was born. It was only when I heard someone else say it, that wasn't reading it off my wrist, that it made a huge difference.
It's amazing. The difference that one sentence can make in your life. One single sentence, made of just four words. It's remarkable, the difference that those four words made in my life.

I was sitting in class listening to my teacher rambling about things that no one really cared about. I had my chin resting on in my hands propped up by my elbows. One of my friends, a guy named Soul Evans, was leaning closer to read what was written on my partially uncovered wrist. He couldn't see all of my tattoo so he tried to tug my sleeve down to read it, which snapped me out of my daydream.

I moved to cover it. It's not that I was ashamed of what was written there, I was just tired of not understanding why people made a big deal out of it. Tired of people's opinion of me changing when they read it. I didn't want another of my friends to distance himself from me over the words on my wrist.

I hated keeping it from him. He was one of my closest friends. He had even let me read what was written on his wrist. On his wrist were only two words, "MAKA CHOP!" My best friends Liz and Patty who were pretty much like my sisters are the only ones who still accept me after reading it, other than my father.

I'm already considered an outcast for my hair, yellow eyes, and borderline obsession with perfection and symmetry. For an unknown reason I was born with three horizontal white stripes on only the left side of my otherwise black hair. It's been the source of lots of bullying over the years. Sadly I can't even dye them black, for whatever reason the color refuses to absorb into my hair. But I'm not mad, I just don't understand.

My father is very supportive of my relationships. I'm even a source of pride for him. He's proud for having an unusual son. He gets very excited when I bring my guy friends over for the first time and then disappointed when they're not the one.

Soul frowned and looked a little offended. I gave him an apologetic look. I'll show him some day, hopefully after I've already met my soulmate. I wonder what he'll be like. Judging from the words on my wrist, I'd say he probably looks like a girl.

After the bell rang, the teacher stopped discussing whatever topic he'd been rambling about and passed out the homework. Soul and I waited for our friend Black Star to catch up. Well, he's not exactly my friend but he's Soul's friend and we get along for the most part. Though I will admit that most of the time I find him very annoying.

"You guys want to hang out?" Soul asked.

I shrugged, "I've got nothing better to do."

"I, the mighty Black Star, have better things in my life than to hang out with you losers! I'm on the path to surpass even the gods!" Black Star proclaimed and left.

"What do you think he does when he turns us down like that? He has no life," I wondered as Soul and I walked to the nearby cafe we frequent after school.

"Maybe he's secretly meeting with his soulmate?"

"Who'd date that annoying little monkey?" I asked.

"That's a little harsh, man. I've seen his tattoo before, I know he has one somewhere. Speaking of which, what is yours? You won't show me and I'm curious."

I sighed, "I don't know. I'll show you if you promise something."

"Name it."

"Don't think differently of me," I turned to him and looked him in the eye. He nodded and promised.

"Alright. We're here, I'll show you inside," I said opening the door.
We ordered, a hazelnut coffee with a shot of espresso for Soul and a plain black coffee for myself, and sat down at an empty table. Now the moment of truth. I drew a deep breath, rolled up my sleeve, and held out my arm for Soul to read.