He was a hunter. The best. But it didn't hunt normal things like animals or criminals. He hunted *souls*.
He had been alive since the dawn of time. Millennia after Millennia. On occasion he "vacationed," taking on the form of the natives and walking among them, pretending to be alive, be like them. But he wasn't. He wasn't like them. He didn't have a soul.
Souls were interesting entities. There were only so many of them, you see. A finite number that had been surpassed some time ago. Because of this, souls were shared. Sometimes two, three, or even four people could share one soul. The natives, who were sensitive to such things, felt when two pieces of a soul connected again. They had called this phenomena 'soul mates'.
It amused him. Watching souls, seeing which pieces found each other, which traveled throughout a lifetime never meeting.
There was one soul he had taken a... well, a liking to, since it's birth centuries ago. At first, there was nothing that marked the soul as special or different from the millions of others like it. One not so extraordinary day as he was getting ready to take back another soul, he met it. It caught his fancy that day and ever since, he'd watched out for it. He was there, watching, when it split into two... was there watching when it split again. And again. And again. He watched as the two, three, four, five pieces found each other again and again, despite the odds. It seemed to defy all other souls by always finding itself.
It pleased him.
In all the things he'd witnessed in his existence, that simple act of defiance pleased him.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Get up. We're supposed to meet the other's in an hour."
Even half asleep, he smiled, squirming into the comfortable bed as the thick scent of freshly brewed coffee teased its way into his nose, prompting his eyes to blink open blurrily. He was greeted with the sight of his husband, hovering over him, smiling back.
Grinning, Duo reaching up and pulled Heero down unto the bed and then under him, pressing his smile to Heero's.
"Ten bucks says Quatre will delay 'em long enough for me to distract you."
Heero grinned back at him, loosely resting his hands on Duo's waist, fingers idly playing with the ends of Duo's long loose hair, and willingly submitted himself to his husband's distractions.
Owari
Andrea Readwolf
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