Soul Mate AU Post

[armsmode]

The "sign" for soul mates can be whatever, the way they meet or even if they've already met, whatever it is!! I just love soulmate aus.

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[moresuffering]

No, idiot, like a news article. One without any living relatives. I'll find one.

[killectric]

Just watch this.

[He glances at the open door and then starts yelling.]

HEEEY! RITSU'S PARENTS? CAN I STAY HERE AWHILE? I'M AN ORPHAN.

[moresuffering]

Don't yell in my house, idiot! [He grabs Killua's shirt and yanks him back! Their mom scolds them about coming to talk face-to-face if they have something to say.]

[killectric]

Ow! Hey! [Killua stumbles back.]

What's the point of keeping the door open then?!

[moresuffering]

My parents don't want us kissing, that's why they asked that!

[killectric]

Why would I wanna kiss you?! You're a boy!

[moresuffering]

That part doesn't matter?

[killectric]

[Now he starts to turn red, as he only just registers what Ritsu had said. Somehow, his own words had just spilled out without him putting any thought into them.]

S-stupid. Who do your parents think I am? Some kind of pervert? Jeez...

[moresuffering]

They don't know, which is why they said that! Especially since you're my soulmate. We aren't going to do anything, but they're not telepaths, they don't know that.

[killectric]

If they're that paranoid, are they really going to let me stay here?

[moresuffering]

Maybe not in my room. I don't know.

[killectric]

Well, let's find out. I hate waiting, I'm not a patient guy.

[moresuffering]

Clearly not. [He'll still grab Killua's hand and drag him downstairs, at least. Some semblance of control. He leads them to his father, actually, and puts on a worried face.] Dad? There's something we've gotta tell you. [Dad doesn't crack jokes this time, at least, just smiling understandingly and glancing at the way Ritsu was holding Killua's hand.]

[killectric]

H-hey--! [His cheeks flush, and by t he time they reach Ritsu's dad, Killua's truly resembling a cat in headlights. Isn't holding hands like this just going to make them look more suspicious?!]

Uhh, y-yeah. How should I put this...

[moresuffering]

[Ritsu's dad pats the sofa, scooting over. "C'mon, sit down if you wanna talk." Ritsu obliges and mercifully takes the spot right next to his father, for Killua's sake.] Killua doesn't have anywhere else to go. [Ride or die, Killua]

[killectric]

[He chooses death.]

Yup. My parents are dead.

[He says with 0 emotion.]

[moresuffering]

[Pops lets out a "hmmmmm" and scrutinizes the boys, Ritsu sweating nervously.] He was about to go sleep on the park bench again, but once he said that, I... [He trails off when his father nods in understanding. "Well. Let me talk to your mother, we'll think about it. Killua, you don't mind sleeping on a sofa for tonight, right?"]

[killectric]

Hey, a sofa beats a park bench any day. At least I won't wake up covered in bird crap.

[He's still putting 0 emotion into this.]

[moresuffering]

["Alright. Ritsu, make sure he's comfortable, alright? Take good care of him."]

...Yeah, thanks, dad.

[He'll find pajamas that can fit Killua and the extra blankets, then.]

[killectric]

[As they head back to Ritsu's room--]

Man, that was easy.

[He folds his arms behind his head again.] It sure beats going back home...

[moresuffering]

Don't get your hopes up too much, since that wasn't a yes yet.

[Ritsu'll toss him some plain blue pajamas.]

But you'll probably be allowed to sleep over pretty often.

[killectric]

Welp. [He lets out a grunt as he stretches out his arms.]

It's better than nothing! Now I just need to figure out how I'm gonna get some money.

[moresuffering]

[There's no legal way of...

.....]

You'd have to twist his arm to get more than 300 yen an hour, but I know someone who uses espers to help him exorcise spirits.

[killectric]

300 yen an hour? What a rip-off! Hmph...

[He pouts as he considers it.]

I guess there's no one else willing to hire a 13-year-old. [Siiiigh.]

[moresuffering]

Otherwise you're gonna be performing in the streets and getting attention from police.