-Disclaimer-

I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin.

-Summary-

The mark wouldn't start shifting until you find your soulmate. The moment he set eyes on him, his mark began moving. But he never saw him again.

-Prologue-

Ever since Eren was ten, his mark started changing. He knew who his soulmate was, a bit fuzzy in his memory but still, a split second glace at him was all it really took.

Really, it didn't matter that it was a he, or even that the guy was older than him. All that mattered is that he was his.

He remembered how his hand burnt without pain, how his mark, attatched from the back of his hand, moves from one shape to another, a color to another. He never got tired of it.

He knew when his partner was angry, sad, lonely, but there were also times when he was happy, but it was just a faded yellow coin, which meant that the man was surpressing his feelings. And whenever it would shift to a bird in grey color, he would wish his partner knew of him that he wouldn't be lonely. He wished they were together.

He knew his partner hadn't know of him yet, the only proof he saw was the still mark at his hand that day. The problem is, he had his back towards Eren.

The rule of the marks were that even though one saw the other, only he or she who saw will know of their soulmate. It doesn't work both ways. There were some who died without knowing of their soulmate, even though they'd cross paths once or twice.

Some died with only seeing there soulmates once, but fate was too cruel playing with them then.

He wondered if he'll see him again.

But once the soul mate was gone, taken by death, their marks would fade to nothing. And the ones left by the partner would forever be destined to be alone.

The mark can determine who you'd fall for, and who'd fall for you, it's assured. But it can't lengthen the thread of one's life.

Not to mention, they live in a world ruled by titans.

That day, he made it his goal to join the ones with the Wings of Freedom. His desire to join only got stronger when he heard people talking about them like trash. He understood the world's cruel ways by then.

He remembered when his parents first noticed his mark, they did asked a lot of questions, who was the lucky girl, when did you two meet, why wasn't his blue or in the form of wings anymore, did it hurt when it was shape shifting, how did he get it at such a young age. He'd just laugh at them.

And when he told them about him, he bursted in another fit of laughter on the looks they had on their faces. When he'd composed himself, he heard them say they wouldn't mind, as long as he's happy. And he was glad it all still turned out well.

Then Mikasa came. At first, Eren had misunderstood her feelings for him. He took the signs wrong.

Who wouldn't, Mikasa would blush when it was Eren, she's always protecting Eren, she's all over Eren. When he confronted her about it, she laughed. She laughed at him for, apparently, asking a ridiculous question.

Mikasa said she had already found her soulmate too, and they were keeping in touch at such long distance. How would he even know that? She hadn't told him his name though. It was all in due time, she said.

For the next few months, he was always found at the gates whenever there were soldiers from the Survey Corps who would return from battle, hoping he would see him again. But he never got the chance to.

That day had come.

-Riren-

Levi isn't one to beleive in soulmates. When he was a kid, he had always wondered what his partner looked like. It was when his mother was still alive, when he still lived in a dream.

He'd laugh whenever he recalled how ambitious, pretentious the kid was when his head was still in the clouds.

Now he couldn't quite understand why he'd been so foolish.

Love is for the weak. I don't need a soulmate, that never even existed.

He'd lost them, the ones he cared for deeply. Why was the world so cruel to him anyway? Karma would've been laughing at him for his stupidity.

Although his friends all had soulmates, Furlan to Isabel, Erwin to Petra, Hanji to... well, maybe she's destined to her titans. The only indication she was ever destined to someone was her frequently changing mark.

He didn't know why he still bothered to look. He had a habit to unconsciously glance at his forehand every time he was in deep thought, only resulting to him reminding himself of a cruel fate.

His mate might be living right now, with his mark still there. But fate might not give them a chance to meet. In the end, it all depends on fate, right?

"Wrong." Hanji would tell him. "Try harder, then you might find your answer."

Yeah, right. He'd rather save humanity from getting eaten than searching the imaginary mate of his for the rest of his life.

So with a tired sigh, he brushed his hand to his hair and continued his work. Tomorrow will just be another long and boring day.

Atleast they'd spend it in an expedition beyond the walls.

But things took at turn for the worse that same day.

-Ereri-

I couldnt think of a better title, so I settled for a common one :3

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