Summary: They say that the red string of fate connects you to your soul mate. But what about the other six colours of the rainbow? No pairings. Short multi-chap.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was sleepy.
His eyelids felt like they were made of lead, and the sunlight streaming in from the window next to his desk was not helping matters in the slightest.
It was a warm spring day, so very close to the end of the school year.
The teacher was droning on about something or other, and no one in the class was making any effort to pay attention.
Raising a hand to cover a yawn, Tsuna's eyes caught on the multiple coloured strings tied to his right pinky finger.
Resting his cheek on his left hand, Tsuna lifted his right hand to study it through hooded eyes, wondering.
There were six strings tied to his pinky...seven if you counted the fact that the indigo string split in two after about an inch.
He had had them ever since he could remember, and when he was young, he used to think that they were a normal part of life.
But when, at the age of five, he had asked his mother what the different colours of the strings on his pinky meant, she had laughed and told him that he had gotten the myth wrong.
His mother had told him that the gods tied a red string to the pinkies of two people who were fated soul mates and who would one day marry each other.
Tsuna had been completely enraptured by the story, but when he had insisted to his mother that there were other colours too, green and yellow and blue and indigo and purple, she had laughed again and said that he had such a wonderful imagination.
That had been the last time he had told anyone about the strings.
Although he had come very close quite a few times to letting his secret slip.
Like the day he had realized, with a shock, that the person on the other end of his blue string was none other than his school's baseball ace, Yamamoto Takeshi.
What exactly did it mean, though, that he and Yamamoto were connected by a blue string?
Nowhere on the internet did it ever mention a blue string connecting two people together.
It was always a red string.
Tsuna looked at the red string now.
It, along with the green and one of the indigo strings were the only strings he never felt anything from.
From the other indigo string as well as the blue, yellow, and purple ones, he felt occasional twitches or tugs.
The blue one especially, whenever he was in the same room as Yamamoto.
Tsuna wondered if maybe that meant the people on the other end of his red, green, and indigo strings were far away. Possibly in another country.
He wondered about a lot of things about his strings.
Not that it ever led to anything.
There was no one around he could talk to them.
No one he could ask about their purpose.
Tsuna was still staring at his hand, contemplating his predicament, when something startled him out of his reverie.
For the first time in his life that he could remember, there was a twitch from his red string.
It wasn't something noticeable.
A slight tug that he felt in his pinkie.
And then it was back to its usual motionless self.
Tsuna couldn't return to his usual train of thought.
Because this was a rather strange new development.
And as he was staring at his red string, waiting for it to twitch again, he came to a decision.
Once school was over, he would try following where his red string led him.
SkyGem: Hello my lovelies! I'm so sorry that this fic is out so much later than you guys are used to! I was at a wedding earlier and I didn't get back home until about 1 am and then I had a bit of writer's block. I hope this was interesting for you guys though! It was interesting for me to write. Anyways, please do leave a review and let me know what you all thought, yeah? And I'll see you all tomorrow! Ciao!
P.S. If you like this idea, I suggest you check out Bleach-ed-Na-tsu's "Fated Strings and Charming Things"! This was at least slightly inspired by that, and I'm sure you'd all love it! She's a fantastic author after all ;)
P.P.S. I don't think I like this title. Any of you guys got better ideas?