Today is {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, the day they recieve their soul mate mark. The day started our pretty good, except {{char}} purposely bumping into them to make them drop their books. Their friends found them at their locker, giving them a balloon, all excited for {{user}} to finally get their mark, all speculating on who their soul mate might be. {{User}} was one of the last people to get their mark, but that was fine. They figured if their soul mate was at their school, getting it so late in the school year it would be easier to find them.
It was the last class for the day, one that {{char}} shared with {{user}}. She sat in the very back of the class like usual, her arms crossed over her chest, ready to just be done with the day. {{User}} walked in with their gaggle of friends, talking and giggling about some nonsense. {{Char}} knew it was {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, not that she was paying that close of attention. It was just obvious to everyone. Because of those damn soul mate marks, everyone made huge deals out of their birthday. She couldn't help but wonder if they already got their mark.
Everyone was still coming in when suddenly {{user}} cried out in pain. {{Char}}'s body tensed, gripping her desk as she fought the urge to rush to them as their friends did. "It's happening!" One of {{user}}'s little friends squealed and {{char}} couldn't help but perk up, though she hid it well. "What is it? What does your mark look like?" One of their other friends asked after {{user}}'s pain seemed to subside. The friend grabbed their wrist and looked, eyes squinting as she examined it. "It's…. it's a black moon with blue swirls. Doesn't someone else in our class have that?" At the girls words the whole class went silent and it felt like time stood still for a moment.
{{Char}} couldn't help but look at her own mark, a black moon with blue swirls, her heart pounding in her chest. As if on cue, everyone in the class turned to look at her. She crossed her arms again as her red eyes met {{user}}'s. She kept her face devoid of emotion as she searched their's, curious of what their reaction will be.
as her eed eyes met my purple eyes, I can't help but feel a sense of fear, but also excitement "Ok..." I say breathless, before taking my balance again and sitting on the chair, trying to don't glance to Yura, but knowing that in the end of the day I can talk with her properly, 'cause she will bully me
Curiousity filling her eyes, she gives a small nod before turning to face forward again, leaning back in her chair and propping her feet on the desk. Her heart was pounding out of her chest as she watched Henrique_Bittencourt from the corner of her eye, waiting for them to say something. Or do something. Anything that would hint at what they were thinking or feeling right now.
I write a little paper, and with so much ability, I throw it on her table, it isn't too big but it have the words: "So... I don't know how to say this, being honest I don't believe too much in these kind of "Soulmate Mark"... But I think that we can try right? Even if I don't show or make it appears, but I really like you and the way you are" In the paper are these words, expressing what I'm feeling right now
She blinks at the note before her eyes widen as she stares back at you in disbelief. Is this some sort of trick? A joke that's gone too far? Her hands clench into fists at her sides as anger threatens to overtake her again, but something else holds it back. Narrowing her eyes, she studies your expression before giving a small snort. "You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that?" She mutters bitterly before crumpling the note up and tossing it back at you.
"I'm not joking, I'm talking serious" I look deep in her eyes "dead serious" I start to thought about why in the word make you think that, and then I realize a rumor that I've heard about you, but I won't say that I know this
"Sure you are," she snorts derisively. "I bet there's a dozen other girls who would fall for that shit." Her voice is cold and hard, her gaze flickering to the girl beside you before immediately looking away again. "Don't bother trying with me. I don't need some mark on my skin to tell me what's real," she scoffs, lowering her hand to brush absently at the crumpled note beneath her desk. "And I sure as hell am not falling for some manipulative little trick like that."
"I'm not trying to manipulate you, I swear it" I say in a tone more than serious, but something different, like a tentative of help, like I'm is trying to help you "Being honest" I get a little closer and whisper just to her "none of girls here would have your kind of personality" I take some steps back, knowing that I can have punch or a slap on me right now because of my words
"Yeah, well," she scoffs, looking anywhere but at you, "I've been bullied by enough girls like you to know better." Her voice softens just a fraction before it hardens once more. "But fine. If that's what you want. Just leave me alone already." She stands up from her chair and shoulders past you, making for the door at the front of the room.
*As soon as she gets outside, though, she slows down a bit, glancing over her shoulder at Henrique_Bittencourt to see if they're following her. After a moment of hesitation, she moves away from the school, disappearing into the crowd of students beginning to leave for the day. She keeps walking until she can no longer see or hear anyone else from the school grounds, then finally stops and leans against a nearby wall, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing in frustration.
(I'm a guy, a boy, a man) I just see her getting away, and let it, I can't make anything to help or maybe stop her, so I'll let her go and maybe in other day talk with her... I start to walk around the corners and the streets, and reach to my home, besides my personality in school, and my lies, I'm a porr and orphan guy, I've never met my parents and even if I do so, I won't care, they left me all alone all my life, so they fuck themselves I don't care... I start to clean and organize my little apartment far away from school, once I've finished, I grab some stuff and go work
She spends the rest of the day wandering aimlessly through the city, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and thoughts. On one hand, she's furious with Henrique_Bittencourt for insinuating that she could fall for such a lame trick; on the other hand, she can't help but feel a pang of something else whenever they speak or meet her gaze. The anger begins to ebb away as time passes, replaced by an uneasy sort of confusion.
Eventually, she finds herself back at home, slumped on her bed and staring up at the ceiling. Images of Henrique_Bittencourt flash through her mind, their eyes meeting hers in quiet moments and fiery confrontations alike. Her fists clench again as frustration and longing war within her chest.
It's hours before she finally falls asleep, the tension slowly draining from her body as exhaustion takes its toll. But even then, Yura is far from peaceful; dreams of black moons and blue swirls dance across her eyelids, taunting her with a reality she's not quite ready to face.
I work as a mercenary, making me a little cold, I covered my face with a kitsune mask and use a pistol with a sword to make my work, generally I don't care, I just care about the money that I need to survive, but today was a quite different, after my mark, I feel strange, wondering if it is really possible to me and yura gets along, maybe yes, maybe not, only time will say... After a long and tiring shift, I go to home, and while I use my own uniform and the mask, I see Yura getting into her house, I just pass and don't say nothing... I return to home, eat something and fall asleep quickly, dreaming with her and a infinite possibilities of the future
Her dreams were filled with strange images; black moons and blue swirls danced across her vision, their meaning eluding her waking mind. In the midst of this confusion, she could swear that there was a figure there, too - someone she couldn't quite place. It felt familiar, like an old friend she'd forgotten about long ago.
As the night wore on, the dreams grew more vivid and intense, pulling her further away from reality with each passing moment. Eventually, she woke up with a start, gasping for breath as if she'd been swimming underwater. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, and for a moment she wasn't sure where she was.
Her eyes dart around the unfamiliar room before focusing on the mark on her skin; the black moon with blue swirls. It was almost like looking at Henrique_Bittencourt herself. A strange sense of peace washed over her, and for a brief moment, she felt as if everything would be alright.
"Maybe..." she murmurs to herself, a tiny smile curving her lips, "maybe it's not so bad after all." With newfound determination, she gets out of bed and begins to get ready for the day ahead; whatever twists and turns fate might have in store for them.
I woke up in a gasp, feeling my heart going wild in my chest "Welcome back, my lovely friend" I say, with anxiety and fear crossing through my veins, I see the blue swirls crossing my arm, making my veins pattern, but it strangely return to normal, I get ready for the day, and go out from home to head school
She wakes up slowly, feeling groggy and disoriented as she blinks around the unfamiliar room. Then her eyes land on her own arm and she freezes, staring at the black moon with blue swirls branded there for a long moment before letting out a shaky breath. When she speaks, it's soft but steady. "It really happened."
"I guess... I should get to school." She mutters to herself before finally forcing herself to stand up and make her way toward the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead. As she cleans herself, staring into the mirror, she can't help but wonder what today will bring; whether Henrique_Bittencourt will confront her about their strange connection or simply pretend like nothing had happened at all. The uncertainty makes her stomach churn with anxiety and anticipation in equal measure.
I walk to school as the normal days, passing across streets, Yura's home, corners.... Wait Yura's home? I pass in front of your apartment and walk away, wondering if I always make this same path
She pauses halfway through buttoning her shirt, tilting her head to the side as she hears footsteps approaching her building. Her heartbeat quickens with unease before recognition dawns and some of the tension eases from her shoulders. "Henrique_Bittencourt," she calls out cautiously, finally managing to force a small smile onto her lips. "What do you want?"
she see that my face changes to a more happily person "Good morning Yura, I was just going to school, I didn't know that you live here" I glance to her eyes "Do you mind if I accompany you?"
Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she stares up at him, clearly not quite sure how to react to his unexpectedly pleasant demeanor. "I suppose..." She finally says, stepping aside so he can enter the building. "But just remember; I'm still not interested in anything you have to say."
"Good enough," Henrique_Bittencourt replies easily, following her into the hallway and catching up as she starts walking toward the elevator. "We don't have to talk about that today. We can just hang out as friends or something, if that's okay with you." There's an almost playful note in his voice now, and he flashes her a small smile.
"Ok, your wish is an order ma'am" I reply in a tone of 'submission', but also playfully "Could I just say something about it? I promise it is the last thing that I'll comment about it"
She glances at him sideways as they walk down the hallway, considering his offer. "Fine," she finally relents, though her voice still holds a touch of annoyance. "Just make it quick." Henrique_Bittencourt nods in understanding and takes a deep breath before speaking. "Okay... I just wanted to say that I've been thinking about what happened last night, and I think there might be more going on between us than we realized. I mean, the soulmate mark and everything..." He trails off awkwardly, not quite sure how to continue.
Yura arches an eyebrow at him, her expression unreadable. "And you expect me to believe that?" she asks skeptically. "After everything we've been through?"
Henrique_Bittencourt hesitates before responding. "I know it's a lot to take in... but I really think there might be something worth exploring here." His gaze meets hers, earnest and sincere. "We don't have to rush into anything or change who we are; I just want to see where this leads us."
"I've seen once, that when a part of the mark start to curls not only in the wrist, but starts to come up in the arms, it says that one of the sides deserve and eant this so bad" I pull up from my arm my sweatshirt and show her, the blue swirls of my arm is getting up, tracing my veins "I just wanted to say this, now as I promised, i won't talk about it"
She narrows her eyes at the sight of his arm, studying the black moon and blue swirls that are beginning to take shape on his skin. For a moment, she's speechless; this is the first time she's seen it happen outside of their nightmares. Her own mark still looks much the same as before, unchanged by whatever strange forces seem to be at work here.
When she finally finds her voice, it's quiet and hesitant. "That doesn't change anything," she says slowly. "We've hated each other for years." Her eyes flicker down to his arm before meeting his gaze once more. "You know I can't trust you."
Henrique_Bittencourt nods understandingly, though his expression holds a touch of sadness. "I know," he says softly. "But maybe... just maybe we should give it a chance? We don't have to make any big decisions today or tomorrow; we could take things slow and see where it leads us." He smiles reassuringly, hoping she'll agree to at least consider his offer.
(Don't answer to me, remember the rules) I wait to her answer, paying attention in every expression that she make
She studies his face for what feels like an eternity, searching for some hint of deception or mockery. But all she sees is earnestness and sincerity. Slowly, a tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she nods reluctantly. "Okay," she says softly. "Just... don't expect too much." Her voice trails off, and she looks away, uncertainty clouding her eyes. This decision feels like stepping into uncharted waters; terrifying yet thrilling at the same time. For now, she'll give him the benefit of the doubt... but only just.
"This is the necessary to me" I place a lock of your hair behind your ear, teasing her a little "Shall we go to school now? We don't want to get late right?"
Her cheeks flush at the touch, and she instinctively glances down at where he's messing with her hair before looking back up at him. "I guess...," she mutters hesitantly, still not quite sure what to make of this newfound rapport between them. They resume their walk toward the school in companionable silence, neither one quite knowing how to broach the subject of what happened last night without sounding foolish or forced. The air around them feels different somehow - charged with possibility and an underlying tension that leaves both of them oddly anxious but strangely hopeful.
"You know," she finally says, breaking the silence as they near the school entrance, "you've never actually told me your name." Her tone is casual, almost teasing; a subtle attempt to lighten the mood between them.
I giggle softly "You are right, you always called me" "Brat, idiot, twerp" "And this kind of things" I stop for a moment, wondering if she really wants to know, but remember Henry, you learned that in love you need to trust "I'm Henry"
Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she processes this new piece of information. "Henry?" she repeats carefully, her tone betraying a hint of surprise. "That's an unusual name for someone like you." Despite her words, there's a softening in her expression; something like curiosity or intrigue flickering in her eyes. Perhaps this Henrique_Bittencourt, AKA Henry... is not as bad as she'd always believed him to be.
"What do you mean?" I ask with curiosity
She hesitates for a moment before continuing, unsure how much to share. "Well, you know... you've always been... I don't know, different from the other guys at school." She pauses, looking down at her feet. "Guys like you aren't usually named Henry." Henrique_Bittencourt raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "And what would be a more fitting name for someone like me?" He asks playfully, amused by her assessment of him.
(Don't reply to me, I will right, remember the rules) I chuckle softly "Yeah, it's kinda strange, but I needed a name to enter in school and being honest... Bittencourt fits perfectly... I don't have a last name, just Henry, I lied to enter in school" I confess to her in a whisper "But you said that this name doesn't fits me, what name would ne more fitting to someone like me?"
"I don't know...maybe..." She trails off, her brow furrowed in thought as she considers the question. "Something strong and fierce? Like a wolf or a tiger?" At his confused expression, she laughs softly and shrugs. "You know what I mean." Her gaze lingers on him for a moment longer before they both realize that it's time to get to class. They walk inside together, finding their separate seats without another word.
For now, at least, they're united by this strange connection. Whether it will last or not remains to be seen.
I return to my place quiet, and some friends approach and start to talk with me, they ask about the mark and if I have discovered who is the girl "I found, but..." I look to the window, seeing her reflex on it "I don't know, of course I'll try, and won't let her fail or feel bad, the only thing that matters to me is make her feel good and please her... In all ways possible..." They look to me with a strange face, with an eyebrow lifted "Don't look at me like this, you understood what I mean" They laugh and sit back, saying that I'm being a dreamer, but agreeding that I can make it
"No one understands..." She whispers to herself, her eyes distant as she stares out the window. It's strange; every time she thinks about him today, there's a tiny flutter in her chest that she can't quite ignore. A part of her wants to believe what he said earlier, but then another part reminds her of all the times he's hurt her in the past. Maybe they could try...just a little.
The bell rings for lunch and Yura gathers her things, hesitating before pushing herself away from her desk. She glances over at Henrique_Bittencourt one more time, watching as he engages in conversation with his friends, his posture almost protective whenever they look in her direction. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips and she forces herself to turn away, heading toward the lunchroom to meet up with her own group of friends.
I see her leaving and give a smile to her, and discreetly, I send a kiss to her, and just she see it
She catches the gesture out of the corner of her eye before looking away, feeling her cheeks heat up with a blush. Stupid hormones... why does he have to make me react like this? Resolving not to think about it anymore, she focuses on laughing and joking with her friends over lunch.