When Miwako was three, she drew a picture of her father. After tip-toeing barefoot into the kitchen on the tiled floor, she clambered up onto one of the chairs and, with the ends of her fingers, managed to knock several crayons down off the counter so she could use them.

Miwako folded a large piece of crisp white paper in half, as neatly as she could; drew her dad's smart police uniform, which she very much wanted to wear; and scribbled on his hair. It was perfect.

"Let's see it."

Miwako nearly jumped out of her skin, her mother was standing behind her, in the doorway. She hadn't even noticed. How could she have been so careless?

Her mother walked over and glanced down at the card. "You do know that you father's hair isn't green, right?"

Miwako pouted. "Of course it's not green, daddy's hair isn't made of grass."

Her mother's eyes widened. She knelt down next to her daughter and asked her to tell the difference between the wax crayons.

Some were lighter then others, some were indistinguishable. Miwako wasn't stupid, she knew her mum was trying to trick her so, she did something she'd have never usually done, she lied.

Miwako told her mum that she could tell the difference between the crayons of the same shade.

Her mother gave a knowing smile and showed Miwako two indistinguishable crayons. "These are matching, aren't they?"

Finally her mother was talking some sense.

Miwako beamed. "Yes, they are!"

Her mother lent down and pocked Miwako's nose. "If that was the case, you should have told me."

"Masayoshi!"

Miwako's father entered the room, "What is it?"

"I think Miwako's got a soulmate."

Once they had confirmed that Miwako indeed had a soulmate, her parents spoke at great length about the amazing opportunity that having a soulmate was and that once Miwako met the one she was destined for she'd see the colours they were so excitedly talking about.

Miwako wasn't convinced. Not yet.

—-

When Miwako was ten, on the same day that he'd received a lucky fortune, forgot his handcuffs, her father died.

Miwako has sat at the kitchen table fiddling with paper, absentmindedly swinging her legs, when her mother received a phone call.

She didn't listen too what her mother was saying, she'd heard her mother on the phone countless times.

"My husband? By a car!"

Miwako's eyes widened. Her mother hand lost her usual rhythm, her voice had raised an octave, and several decibels. Something was wrong.

Suddenly a hand grabbed hers; Miwako found herself dashing through the wet and the cold along with her mother seemingly to where here father was. To an ambulance.

Miwako didn't get why her mother seemed so worried, after all her father was a policeman, am embodiment of justice. He was going to be fine.

It was only in the ambulance, after Miwako's father had whispered his last words in her ear, about the nature of justice, that Miwako realised he was going to to die.

And then he was dead.

Two screams drowned out the ambulance's sirens.

At school, Miwako's classmates had often asked her whether the word looked dreary without colour. She told them it didn't, that it just looked like the world.

She hadn't understood what they'd meant, not until until she saw her mother's eyes after the death of her father.

They didn't shine the way the used to, as if they'd lost something.

While Miwako did feel that the world looked more dreary without her father, she couldn't imagine how bad the world looked to her mother's blank eyes.

Miwako's parents weren't soulmates, most people weren't, but they might as well have been.

—

When Miwako was twenty five, she was interrupted from her paperwork due to Inspector Megure making an announcement. "Everyone! This is Matsuda Junpei-kun, Who as of today will join the criminal investigations unit 1, serious offenders section!"

Megure pointed behind him at the newcomer in question, a tall man with hair so dark that even Miwako could tell it was black, who wore sunglasses so smokey that his eyes couldn't been seen through the fogged glass.
eyes weren't visible.

The inspector continued the introduction. "Until last year he was part of the security devision mobile team, and..."

"Let's stop this inspector," interrupted Matsuda, "I'm not a rookie transferring in from the country side... So there's no reason for this stupid introduction. Besides, I'm really pissed off for being transferred to a section I didn't want to come to..."

The cheek of him! Not only did he walk into a new job wearing wearing sunglasses, he'd disrespected the division he'd been transferred to and he'd cut off the inspector.

Megure seemed a little shaken. "Su, sure...," he mumbled, before turning to Miwako. "Sato-kun can you please show him the ropes?"

"Eh? Me?"

The inspector sighed, before whispering to her, "Don't be like that... There was an incident before, and I was told to look after him by me superiors... so please take care of him."

"Yes Sir..."

Six days later, a bomb threat lead the metropolitan police department to a shopping mall in Haido. They'd figured out that a bomb had been placed in the Ferris wheel, and so had arrived, sirens blaring, to find out that the control panel for the ride had exploded.

Except, it wasn't 'they' who'd figured it out. It was Matsuda.

It was all Matsuda, it had been him who'd figured out the bombers message, who'd put together the clues. While she didn't want to admit it, Miwako had grown to respect him.

So when Matsuda got inside the seventy second cart, the one with a bomb inside, Sato didn't want him to go. She didn't want him to leave her.

Matsuda, seemingly knowing this, reassured her. "Don't worry."

He took off his sunglasses and looked straight into her eyes. "Leave this to a pro."

Miwako's vision exploded. It wasn't something that she could decribe, not at the time, not ever. She was seeing things that she'd never seen before, things she had been unable to even imagine. So this is what her parents had meant. This was colour.

This was meeting your soulmate.

Miwako caught a glimpse of Matsuda's wide eyes as he closed the door of the carriage. He had realised too.

It was all over so quickly. Just over five minutes later, Matsuda was dead.

In a literal explosion, the world lost its colour leaving Miwako feeling empty and wondering what could have been.

While tears formed in her eyes Miwako's mobile bleeped. A message from Matsuda. Beika Central Hospital. That was where the bomb was.

Miwako wasn't going to let anyone else die. She wasn't going to let her soulmate's death him die in vain.

—

When Miwako was twenty eight, she was interrupted from her paperwork by Inspector Megure making an announcement. "Everyone! This is Takagi Wataru-kun, Who as of today will join the criminal investigations unit 1, serious offenders section!"

Megure pointed behind him at the newcomer in question, a sheepish man with light hair and bright blue eyes.

Wait.

Blue.

Miwako hadn't even realised it. The world had exploded into colour once more and she hasn't even known until several moments later.

She'd met her soulmate, her second soulmate, and the world was bright and vibrant once more. Takagi had realised too, his wide eyes started back at her.

One thing was for sure. Miwako wasn't going to let him die, wasn't going to let the world lose its colour again.