Sasuke likes to examine
the mark in the middle of his left palm: a crescent, rich red, like a blood
moon. His parents say he was born with it, which means his mate is older than
him. He wonders whether the gap is only a span of a few weeks or months, or if
the girl he’s meant for is already grown. Soulscars don’t care about age
differences, or gender, or nationality.
Most people have a
single mark, but every once in awhile a person will develop two, more, or none.
Itachi still doesn’t have one, and half the clan has taken to betting on
whether a soulscar will ever appear on him at all.
Sasuke’s is completely
normal, utterly average. It’s on his hand, a common place for someone’s mark to
appear, and the color is typical too. He doesn’t have anything unusual, not
like his cousin Saiyuri, whose feather-shaped scar is white, the rarest shade
of all. Even so, there’s only one other mark in the world that’s precisely like
his, and it belongs to the girl he’s meant to be with forever.
Sometimes he’s curious
about his mate, but for the most part Sasuke is jealous of his brother, who has
no scar, no destiny laid out for him. He has the freedom to choose.
appeared when she was four months old, on July twenty-third, sometime in the
early hours of the morning. That must have been the moment when her soulmate
was born, when he first drew breath. So every year, on that date, Sakura thinks
of her mystery boy and wishes him a happy birthday.
She starts at the
Academy the spring she turns seven years old. The first thing she and her
classmates do during their recess is compare soulscars—all but a handsome boy
named Sasuke who stands off to the side, arms stubbornly crossed over his
chest. A bold, blonde girl marches right up to him and asks to see his mark
Sasuke frowns at her,
says, “No,” and walks back inside of the Academy.
Shikamaru holds up his
right arm, so that she can see the blue figure-eight just above his elbow and
asks, “Where’s yours?”
“Here,” Sakura says, and
she opens her hand for him to see the soulscar imprinted on the middle of her
Shikamaru just nods,
then runs off to see if Hinata’s mark matches his own.
It doesn’t, though,
because to everybody’s surprise, the Hyuuga girl’s soulmate is Uzumaki Naruto.
He’s dreamed about
finding the girl with a sun marked on her right palm since he was old enough to
understand what soulscars were. For a boy whose mother was loneliness, the idea
of a soulmate—a person meant to love him, to be his family—was
impossible for Naruto to ignore.
Now he’s found her, and
it doesn’t matter, because the Hyuuga Clan is notorious for disregarding
soulscars and marrying only other men and women with their dojutsu. They
prioritize keeping their bloodline pure and their kekkei genkai intact over
such trivial things as love and fate.
Besides, even if Hyuuga
Hiashi would have allowed his eldest child to marry outside of their clan, he
would never make such an exception for Naruto. The whole village despises him,
and he can only think, after Hiashi-san tells him to stay away from his
daughter, that he’s simply not meant to be loved.
“You will not even speak
to that boy,” her father orders. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Otousan,” Hinata
says, obedient as always. Not that he cares how closely she follows the rules;
she’ll always be a disappointment.
Not like her little
sister. Two-year-old Hanabi has already learned to activate her fledgling
byakugan, a skill that Hinata didn’t acquire until last year. Otousan brags
that, with such a powerful dojutsu already, she’ll undoubtedly become a prodigy
of their clan.
Hinata can’t help but
notice that her parents’ soulscars do not match. Her mother’s is an inky oval
on the inside of her right wrist, while Otousan’s mark stretches across his
left shoulder in the shape of a pale snake, almost the same shade as his skin.
She doesn’t know until
that spring that the color of Okaasan’s soulscar is significant. That it was
once a vibrant green, but when she was fifteen the mark on her wrist turned
black. This, Hinata learns, only happens when your soulmate dies.
You were settling in for a night alone at home. Usually this would consist of just running a hot shower, maybe make a salad, and watch Netflix, but tonight you wanted to have fun. Heck, you lived alone, nobody could tell you what to do. You raced over to the phone and ordered a pizza and then started working on your home alone playlist. You knew your new neighbors downstairs weren’t moving in for another three days, so this was your chance to stomp around and get crazy. You dressed up in a lion onesie and started prancing around your apartment like a badass. You stomped around and sang into your hairbrush, “LONG LIVE THE RECKLESS AND THE BRAVE I DON’T THINK I WANNA BE SAAAAAAAAVED.”
windows down, music up; a bunch of songs that i love listening to in my car when it’s the perfect sunny day with my windows down.
01. The Reckless and the Brave-All Time Low//02. Fast In My Car-Paramore//03. Long Live the Kids-We Are the In Crowd//04. Punching In a Dream-The Naked & Famous//05. She Looks So Perfect-5 Seconds of Summer//06. Dreaming-Smallpools//07. This is Gospel-Panic! At the Disco//08. Alive-Empire of the Sun//09. Enjoy the Ride-Krewella//10. Pompeii-Bastille//11. Chocolate-The 1975//12. King City-Swim Deep//13. Die Young Live Forever-We the Kings//14. Take Me Home-Cash Cash//15. Jukebox (Life Goes On)-The Summer Set//16. Best Day of My Life-American Authors//17. Young Volcanoes-Fall Out Boy//18. Harlem-New Politics//19. Team-Lorde//20. Goodness Gracious-Ellie Goulding