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When you first meet your soulmate, you learn of your past life with them. Soulmates are reincarnated, through every life, they must find each other.
They only learn their past lives when their present life syncs with it. Take for an example. Eating something together. If you repeat the things you did in your past life, you'll remember it. You can remember other things in doing so. Not just the specific moment it synced with.
Kaito learned this at a young age, watching his parents look at each other so fondly after a memory comes back to them. The hushed whispers he surely wasn't supposed to hear — yet he heard it anyways. Whispers of how in their past life, his father was a king and she was a princess married off to him and found love along the way— he heard it all.
Needless to say, Kaito was excited to meet his soulmate. Of course at the age of six, regardless if he meets his soulmate, his past life won't come to him. It only starts when you're over 16, but still! He can only wish he meets his soulmate. To learn of their love in their past life, how they cared for each other and held each other.
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Now, he sees it differently. His mother left after his father's death. It must have hurt her a lot. Losing your soulmate before your own passing— it's a fate worse than death.
Does he want to go through the same pain? He isn't sure. Yet tomorrow is the day, his 16th birthday. The clock's hours keep moving closer to midnight, despite his angry thoughts of his birthday. If anything. If he had to have a soulmate, he wishes for it to be Aoko. He doesn't see her in a romantic light but maybe— just maybe there's platonic soulmates. Something in his gut knew that wouldn't be the case.
At the stroke of midnight, the clock ringed out the otherwise silent house, a burning heat flashing through Kaito. It lasted for a moment, startling him deeply. Purple eyes landed on the clock, the numbers 12:01 reflecting back at him. He's officially 16.
Turns out, his soulmate wasn't Aoko. They would have known— the disappointment clear in the two of them. His mother called later in the day, to wish him a happy birthday, but he could hear the strain in her voice at saying those words.
His 16th birthday turned into his 17th, that turned into his 20th, without meeting his soulmate.
He was Kaito Kid. He had been when he was a teenager, just turning 17 after learning of his father's supposed murder. Of why he was murdered. A gem called Pandora, to which he's still searching for despite the nagging feeling of it being a myth. He didn't do it as Kaito kid anymore, not after—, he just couldn't.
20 years old and without a soulmate. Most would pity him, he can see the sympathetic looks Aoko shoots at him while she sits with her soulmate, a British detective who he greatly despises. Has since they were in highschool, when he accused him of being Kid. Of course he was right but— that didn't matter then.
He's content without his soulmate. How else was he supposed to feel? He witnessed first hand the death of a soulmate— what it does. His mother, still as beautiful as she had been, but if you look past her charming smile—, you can see the hallowed eyes and tired lines adoring her face. The way her eyes would dull, just for a moment, long enough to reflect how it is to live past your soulmate.
Could he take that risk after losing something— someone once?
He wasn't going too. He told himself that, drilling it into his brain. He couldn't take the risk again.
Not until a hot coffee accident with a pretty detective. Did he mention the detective was pretty?
He can't say he likes where this is going.