A/N: So, I am here to bring you yet another new story. I really hope you all enjoy.

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Crossing Fates

Light Touch of Fates

Thursday, September 29

The sound of a door clicking is what caused Diarmuid to awaken from his slumber. Not only was there clicking, there were cameras going off and questions being thrown at someone - that someone being his elder brother. The sounds had become very familiar to them both ever since the record studio offered him a contract after seeing him perform at small events such as picnics and karaoke nights at local bars and clubs. They were really starting to become a pain.

"Dia!" the man in the other room called, continuing his daily routine by waking Diarmuid up. Most of the time, his younger sibling would end up being awake right as he got home from his morning jog, but he still always called Diarmuid's name just in case he was not already awake to get to his job.

The brother of the handsome man with the beauty mark underneath his right eye was none other than Cu Chulainn Ua Duibhne, a popular singer who sang just about any genre. The blue-haired male was quite popular with women, making them long for his attention. His songs and way of singing made him appeal to both genders instead of one. He was definitely what one would call handsome, looking good in anything he wore even with his odd hair and eye color.

The sound of footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer, until they stopped outside the doorway. "Get up. It's seven o'clock", he informed the sleeping man simply. Diarmuid moaned in response. He heard Cu sigh. Once again, the footsteps started. Suddenly, the blanket was whipped off his body within a second. A cold air came across the younger Irishman.

Diarmuid moaned as the few small hairs he had on his body started to stand up. "Don't make me take your pillow too." The raven-haired man opened his eyes and looked up at his brother, who somehow had no sweat trickling his body at all. He wondered how someone could run two miles and not be sweating, let alone not even look tired.

"Ugh, fine", he groaned, as he got up from his bed and picked up the comforter that Cu had thrown off. "So, how did the paparazzi see you this time?"

"A little kid pointed me out", his brother answered casually. He was used to this for some reason. Diarmuid had no idea how much tolerance one would need to possess to get used to people trying to figure out every little detail of their life.

"Wait, a little kid? Did they just recognize you or have they heard your music before? Because your music is…a little suggestive", Diarmuid stated, trying to find the perfect words that described Cu's music.

"Probably just recognized me from somewhere", Cu answered. "Anyway, you should start going out more", he told the male.

"Why? I'm fine here. And what does it matter to you?"

"It matters to me, because I don't want my little brother to be moping around for the rest of his life about how he couldn't get a good woman to save his life", the blue-haired man responded. Finally placing the last pillows on the bed, Diarmuid turned to look at Cu.

"I'm not moping around. I'm just making everybody's life easier by not having their fiancees accidentally fall in love with me. It's working tremendously by the way", he snarked back.

"I don't give a damn about how it's working. As your older brother, I strongly suggest that you go out and have a good time with your buddies. Get a young lass who is not in love with you just because of that goddamned mole and have a normal relationship."

"What is this? Miracle City? The only women who have naturally high Magical Resistance are either already taken or aren't dumb enough to date someone who walks down a street and has somebody tell them to have their baby!"

"Look, will you just try to find someone who likes you for you? Just do me this one favor, you don't have to do anything else I tell you to again", Cu stated.

"Why the hell are you telling me this when you don't have a girlfriend? Why not worry about your love life instead of mine?" asked Diarmuid.

"It's hard to find someone who is not famous and is not crazy."

"Aren't our problems the same?"

"No, because you don't sing for a living. You have a normal life where people don't point you out when you're in the middle of a crowd. You only have the problem of women, my friend. And that, every man can relate to", the elder male said, causing the younger one to shake his head. Cu laughed.

"How do I live with you?"

"It's one of the many miracles that happen here in Miracle City. And I'll make you an offer. If you somehow manage to get yourself a lovely, little lass, then I'll get myself a lovely, little lass. We got a deal?" Cu asked his younger brother.

Diarmuid sighed. "Fine, fine. We got a deal. And you better hold your end of the bargain."

"Oh come on, Dia. I'm a man with honor. Of course, I'll keep my word. Now go get some clothes on and get ready for work. I'm tired of looking at you when you're almost in the nude", Cu told him before leaving.

"Okay, Mom", Diarmuid retorted, as he grabbed a green button-down shirt.

"Let's go, Arturia! We're going to end up having to search through the leftovers!" a short blonde girl yelled at her friend.

"Fine, fine, let's go!" the other female yelled, as the two dashed out of the Japanese-style apartment.

The two women ran towards the subway in hopes of getting to the mall on time to get all the good deals and good clothes. Although Arturia wasn't a huge fan of shopping or clothes, she heard that there was an amazing Japanese restaurant near the mall that she had always had her eye on since she and her roommate as well as best friend, Jeanne, moved into their apartment.

Jeanne was a short French girl with blonde hair that was half-short, half-long with the long part being braided back to keep it from becoming a nightmare. Her personality was sweet and caring, although she was a huge tease near the people she was close too. Arturia, who was also very short and had blonde hair, was born in Britain and had a more serious attitude. She did show her soft side to specific people however.

The two raced into the subway, only seconds before it closed. The two high-fived at their accomplishment. "I think we'll make it", Jeanne stated happily.

"Hopefully", added Arturia. The two of them stayed quiet for a small moment, before Jeanne decided to speak.

"So Arturia, are you going to search for a boyfriend when I'm shopping for clothes?"

"Are you going to come to your senses and finally decide to stop asking that question?"

"Haha, well", Jeanne giggled. Suddenly, the doors opened for the next stop. About half the people who were on before got out and only about five more came in. "Wow, must be a slow time if there's only five people coming in."

"Yeah", agreed Arturia.

"Oh wait, make that six", added the Frenchwoman, as a man ran inside the subway right before the doors closed much like the two girls had done before. The man, who had black hair and a nicely toned body, straightened up and started to walk past the two, as the subway abruptly started. Arturia, who hadn't been paying attention, was jolted a bit, losing her balance and nearly fell. That is until someone caught her.

She first thought it was Jeanne who had caught her, but she soon realized that Jeanne most likely would have toppled down as well. Arturia looked up to see the man who had just hurried onto the train, holding onto her arms to help keep her balance. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked her. She looked up into his beautiful amber eyes.

She stood up and looked at him. Luckily, nobody with the exception of Jeanne was looking at them. "Y-yeah, thank you", she blushed, realizing how humiliating that would have been. The man in front of her had a beauty mark under his right eye that she had just seemed to notice seemed to be radiating some kind of magic or something. But, Arturia thought that it just must have been her imagination.

"Good, I'm glad you're okay", he said, a smile that seemed to match the brightness of the sun. Jeanne, who was silent, just stared at the scene in awe. "I'm Diarmuid by the way", introduced the man, as he held out his hand.

"Arturia, and my friend right here is Jeanne", replied Arturia, as she returned his gesture.

"Nice to meet you, Jeanne", he said, as he shook the young woman's hand.

"Nice to meet you too", Jeanne responded sweetly. "And thank you for saving my dear Arturia from falling." A slight blush appeared on the tall man's face.

"Haha, no problem", he chuckled, as they felt the subway stop. "Ah, it seems that I have to go. It was wonderful meeting you two", Diarmuid stated before starting towards the exit.

"You too", Arturia and Jeanne said in unison. The handsome male walked out, and the door closed soon behind. And once again, the subway started to move. This time, however, Arturia did not lose her balance.

"He was cute. You should meet someone like that, Artie", Jeanne commented. Her blonde friend turned towards her, a small blush present. "I was going to say something about you being single, but I don't think a man who looks like that wouldn't have a girlfriend."

Arturia shook her head. "I don't think it would be possible for him not to have a girlfriend. I bet she's one of those girls who are taller and are beautiful, and they're perfect."

"Wouldn't surprise me", the Frenchwoman agreed. "Ah, here's our stop."

Diarmuid walked inside the small cafe in which he worked. The coffee shop was definitely rather popular, rarely having only one person inside. The only time there was ever a single customer within the shop was when it was getting rather late in the evening.

The man walked towards where his apron was hung and started to walk around to tables that had not been waited on yet all the while thinking about what had happened in the subway. The woman he had caught by the arms as to not let her fall and humiliate herself had definitely been beautiful. And he had noticed within a second that she was not attracted to his mole. Her friend also seemed to not have been attracted to it whatsoever.

He sighed, realizing that a beauty such as herself would definitely not be without a significant other. Diarmuid started to think of what his elder brother would say – something like "investigate a bit" or "it's worth a shot". But he was not like Cu, however, he was not confident even a bit with dealing with someone he barely knew, especially if that someone was a woman.

He wondered if fate would be kind enough to him to allow him to meet Arturia once again. Probably not, my fate has already been way too cruel to me way too many times. Why would it just change its course out of nowhere and give me a chance to find real happiness?

The male looked at the clock to see what time it was – 10 o'clock. There was still another six hours he had to work. He sighed once more. Just how long would it take for the odd feeling that came over him the second he looked at the emerald-eyed woman to go away for good? What was the feeling anyway?

Diarmuid rapidly shook his head, as if he was trying to shake her out of his head. How much longer would this take? Why was he making such a big deal over a girl he had just met?

A/N: I hope you guys liked this! :) I worked hard on it :) Remember to leave a review telling me what you think. As always, have a WONDERFUL Day! :D