[Soulmates, huh? Ritsu isn't impressed by the idea. He's only 13, after all, and he's already watched his older brother experience disappointment that his thread didn't lead to Tsubomi.
So when his own thread appears, Ritsu initially fights the temptation to follow it to the other end. He goes weeks trying to ignore it, already stressed and miserably hyper-focused on psychic powers, focused on his brother's recent incident at some other school.
But eventually, curiosity would get the better of him. One Saturday, when his brother went out to work and his parents were relaxing at home, Ritsu put on his better walking shoes and started following the thread to find whoever it was on the other end.]
Killua saw his thread appear he just curled his lip in distaste. His Mother insisted he go to find out who was on the other end, and that just made him want even less to do with it. Between all his training and after school tutoring, Killua would take any small chance at defiance he could get.
This Saturday he was at the arcade. Killua was hunched over a session of Galaga, his high score climbing while a small crowd of teens bustled around him. The ones next in lines set their quarters down at the bottom of the screen, but Killua had no intention of losing any time soon.]
[An arcade... Ritsu already wasn't in a great mood wandering in. He wasn't sure what he wanted out of a soul mate, but with every step he realized he didn't really want some other guy his age to deal with. He found the crowd around Galaga and saw where the thread ended, scrutinizing the boy with weird white hair on the other end.
Great. Exactly what he needed - another kid his age who he just couldn't relate to at all.
Still, he wasn't just going to waste all the time he spent walking by leaving without a word, so he sat on the seat of a machine that was out of order and stared at Killua from across the room. He'd get his attention once he was done.]
[The crowd gradually grows larger, until even the spot where Ritsu's sitting is considered prime real estate. Kids and teens bustle about, standing on their toes for a better view, and then there's a collective groan and the chiptune of defeat.
Killua only gets to slot his score into the second spot, with a small "tsk" under his breath.]
Alright, it's all yours. [He waves a hand dismissively over his shoulder as he walks away, and it's with that motion he notices the way his ribbon moves. No longer dragging on the ground, it hangs in the air, coming to a stop at the boy just two feet to his left.]
Huh? [The noise is flat. His expression a sort of muted bewilderment.]
[Good. It's too busy here, so Ritsu just stands up and gestures towards the door - they're not about to have a conversation here any time soon.]
Come on. Let's talk.
[He's not exactly waiting to see if Killua follows, but even if he decides to be petulant and wait, he'll have to go out through the front door eventually (assuming he's not a complete delinquent).
[Killua's not so sure about that, as he furrows his brow and gives Ritsu a particularly petulant look. He's glad it's a kid his age... Hell, he's glad it's a boy just so his Mother can shut up about grandchildren and "carrying on the family lineage", but he already doesn't like this kid's attitude. Who goes out of their way to find their soulmate so shortly after the damn thing shows up?
It's not like he can really run away, though. So he'll follow him outside with a bit of an exaggerated sigh.]
[Ritsu's right outside, looking at the thread between them before looking up at Killua more properly. Should he bow? Shake hands? He settles on a nod.]
I'm Kageyama Ritsu. I wanted to get this out of the way.
[Good, he doesn't want in on the hype. Even if he is also kind of appreciative of the fact that Killua.. also isn't immediately putting him on a pedestal.]
Your parents just let you spend your time playing games here? Or are they going to pick you up?
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So when his own thread appears, Ritsu initially fights the temptation to follow it to the other end. He goes weeks trying to ignore it, already stressed and miserably hyper-focused on psychic powers, focused on his brother's recent incident at some other school.
But eventually, curiosity would get the better of him. One Saturday, when his brother went out to work and his parents were relaxing at home, Ritsu put on his better walking shoes and started following the thread to find whoever it was on the other end.]
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Killua saw his thread appear he just curled his lip in distaste. His Mother insisted he go to find out who was on the other end, and that just made him want even less to do with it. Between all his training and after school tutoring, Killua would take any small chance at defiance he could get.
This Saturday he was at the arcade. Killua was hunched over a session of Galaga, his high score climbing while a small crowd of teens bustled around him. The ones next in lines set their quarters down at the bottom of the screen, but Killua had no intention of losing any time soon.]
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Great. Exactly what he needed - another kid his age who he just couldn't relate to at all.
Still, he wasn't just going to waste all the time he spent walking by leaving without a word, so he sat on the seat of a machine that was out of order and stared at Killua from across the room. He'd get his attention once he was done.]
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Killua only gets to slot his score into the second spot, with a small "tsk" under his breath.]
Alright, it's all yours. [He waves a hand dismissively over his shoulder as he walks away, and it's with that motion he notices the way his ribbon moves. No longer dragging on the ground, it hangs in the air, coming to a stop at the boy just two feet to his left.]
Huh? [The noise is flat. His expression a sort of muted bewilderment.]
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Come on. Let's talk.
[He's not exactly waiting to see if Killua follows, but even if he decides to be petulant and wait, he'll have to go out through the front door eventually (assuming he's not a complete delinquent).
Who's this severe-looking kid??]
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It's not like he can really run away, though. So he'll follow him outside with a bit of an exaggerated sigh.]
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I'm Kageyama Ritsu. I wanted to get this out of the way.
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[Less endeared by the moment, Killua doesn't offer his name.]
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[Not that it's an actual reason to drag Killua home. He's still not sure.]
They say this sort of thing means you're supposed to work well together. Whatever that means.
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I don't buy into this soulmate crap, so don't think it gives you any special privileges.
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[Good, he doesn't want in on the hype. Even if he is also kind of appreciative of the fact that Killua.. also isn't immediately putting him on a pedestal.]
Your parents just let you spend your time playing games here? Or are they going to pick you up?
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Oh, they don't know I'm here.
[He starts walking down the sidewalk, hands in pocket.]
My name's Killua.
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Just Killua?
[That's fine, he guesses.]
What are you doing now?
[He didn't have any other plans for today. And this is the "normal" thing to do. Something that's expected of him.]
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[A beat.] I'm going to get some Chocorobos.
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........So what if he has a little bit of a sweet tooth.]
What are they?
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[Killua says like he didn't just define the word with...the same word.]
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Hey, if you're really my soulmate, you've gotta buy me gifts and stuff, right?
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[Killua casually drops that bombshell.]
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Guess you better hope you don't get caught.
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