Hello everyone! Sorry again to those who were waiting for this one to be written, I haven't been in the best mental state. I'll make cover art for this story when I have a moment. Unlike the other's I've written this one doesn't have too much I need to warn you about before reading, it's fairly laid back. Warning, the first two chapters are going to be a little slow, the main story starts in the third chapter so the first two might seem a little off-putting. Anyways, for now the story will be updating ever other Wednesday, I might speed up the update schedule eventually if I get a handle on myself and college. Anyways, as always, take care of yourselves and thank you for reading!

Everyone is born with a soulmate out there for them. They'd always be there for each other, romantically or not. Everyone wanted a soulmate, they could live happily apart but together it made them feel complete, both halves of a twin soul coming together to make each other whole. It was something that could only make sense after meeting each other for the first time, if they chose to meet at all. Once together it was hard to keep soulmates separated, even if they chose leave, so it was usually carefully debated by soulmates whether or not they wanted to meet in person. They could discuss this through writing on their skin, once the members of the relationship turned ten. That being the case it was tradition that on a child's tenth birthday they would write to their soulmate and see if they relied, if they did not then they'd have to wait until their partner's birthday.

Virgil had received no response on his birthday which was greatly disappointing to him, but he was more than willing to wait. His birthday had been in about the middle of the school year and it wasn't until the night before the very last day of his fifth grade school year when the younger soulmate would write. There was only one slight, tiny problem with this fact. Virgil was blind. When writing appeared on his skin it felt weird like a dull scratch and tingle. He had ignored it at first until it kept happening all over his arm. Virgil was honestly terrified, he thought there might be some sort of bug on him that he couldn't slap away or he'd gotten an allergic reaction. Either way, the unfamiliar sensation had him afraid and in tears as he stumbled out of his room, counting his steps, both as a way to stay calm and to navigate the house.

"Mom! Mom, where are you!" Virgil called out, trying to listen for her.

"Your father and I are in the kitchen darling!" His mother called back.

Virgil followed the familiar path towards the kitchen where he began to hear his parents quietly talking to each other. They stopped when he entered.

"Hey, Honey, shouldn't you be in bed? You've been crying again. Did you hurt yourself?" his mother asked, picking him up and putting him in a chair.

"My arm feels funny," Virgil replied, holding up said arm so his mother could look at it.

She carefully drew back the long sleeves of his nightshirt and gaped at the sight of all the writing spread up and down his arm.

"It's your soulmate!" She said excitedly.

Virgil's father perked up at this and wandered over to look at the colorful writing going up and down Virgil's arm.

"My soulmate? What does it say?" Virgil asked, now brimming with excitement.

His mother glanced down to try to find where the writing started only to find one shocking fact that made her stomach turn. It wasn't one person writing to her child. She thought it was weird that there were several different colors but assumed it was just a playful child being weird and over excited, but now that she looked at it the penmanship was different as well. Upon reading the first part of the conversation it became obvious that there was more than one person writing, there were three different people, the red being the one to have their birthday today, the blue and black greeting them and questioning why there was one extra person than expected, the blue one getting super excited and happy about the idea. The woman looked down at her son's excited expression, his blind eyes staring out vacantly into the middle distance as he waited for her to relay the information.

"One second darling, your father and I should go find a pen so you can reply," she said before grabbing the hand of her husband and dragging him out of the room.

Once out of hearing range of her son she spun around to address the man.

"What are we going to do?" She hissed, clearly panicking.

He gave her a questioning raise of his eyebrow.

"He has three soulmates? How the hell did that happen? Are two of them going to die or something? What if it is Virgil that's supposed to. Even if not he'll be ridiculed by his classmates for being different. They always pick on the people who are different. What are we going to do about this? He's already struggling in life because he's blind he doesn't need to be shunned for having so many soulmates. We can't tell him about this. Even if we tell him to keep it quiet for now he'll still want to tell all of his friends and you know how children are at this age, they are talkative when there are things they don't understand. It'll get out and make things even harder for him. We can't let that happen but he's expecting us to help him write back to his soulmates but if we write to them they won't leave him alone they'll always keep writing him even if they meet, we won't always be able to read the messages to him forever, he'll eventually go to someone else and they'll be the one to tell him," she fretted, trying to stay quiet despite he hysterics.

Her husband sighed and placed his hands on her shoulder.

"It's alright, I understand. We have to tell him eventually but for now I think I have an empty pen we can use for the time being," he suggested. "It'll only be until we figure out what else we can do to help him."

She smiled back gratefully and they retrieved the empty pen, taking it apart and removing the inner tube that once held the ink just in case it still had a little. They returned to where Virgil was sitting in the dimly lit kitchen waiting patiently for their return, his hand skimming over his tingling arm where more writing was appearing in a constant stream. Virgil perked up upon hearing them enter, his face glowing excitedly. His mother sat down beside Virgil and took the writing covered hand in her own, grimacing slightly at the long conversation between the three soulmates.

"So, what does it say?" Virgil asked excitedly.

"She says today is her birthday and that she's really excited to know if you have turned ten yet. She also left you a lot of pretty drawings of flowers all over your arm," she lied, doing her best to smile and sound honest.

Virgil seemed to buy it and looked really happy.

"Can you tell her hi for me?" Virgil asked.

"Of course honey but after that you should go to bed," she replied, taking the pen from her husband.

She quickly located a blank spot and "wrote" out a short message on his skin. She waited a few moments to allow enough time he might think they could write a message back to him.

"She says she's happy to meet you and that she's fine with you going to bed. She'll talk to you more later on and also that she'll probably keep drawing on her skin for a while because it relaxes her," his mother said, speaking slowly as if reading.

"Can you say goodnight?" Virgil requested.

His mother pressed the empty pen to his skin again writing out his request before capping the pen and kissing the top of his head.

"Come on, off to bed now," she said.

Virgil gave both of his parents a hug before heading off to his room for the night, hugging his tingling arm close to his chest, a bright smile crossing his face. He was so happy to have a soulmate. He couldn't wait to tell his best friend Janus tomorrow in school.

Fortunately for his parents it was a relatively cool day the next morning so they were able to convince their son to wear long sleeves to cover up any writing he already had or may end up having. He agreed to wait until later to write to his soulmate when his parents could do it for him. For now he'd just have to ignore any of her "doodles" and focus on his teacher.

Virgil grabbed his walking cane and adjusted his dark sunglasses as his mother turned around from the front seat of the car to look at him.

"Have fun at school today, it is your last one before middle sch0ol. Say hi to Janus for me," she said.

"I will, thanks mom," Virgil replied before opening the car door.

He used his cane to find the curb and stepped out. He waved to the general area he knew his mother to be and closed the car door before making his way into the familiar building, using his cane and ears to watch out for anyone who might get in his way. His classroom wasn't far from the entrance among the other fifth grade classes. He entered the room and was greeted by an arm being thrown over his shoulder, causing him to squeak and go tense.

"Morning, Virge," a familiar voice piped up cheerfully.

Virgil let out a breath and relaxed, realizing it was only his best friend Janus.

"You seem unusually happy this morning," Virgil chuckled once his throat had loosened up enough again to let him speak.

"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about," Janus replied, the smirk obvious in his voice.

"Well, I have good news too so I'll only share mine if you share yours," Virgil bargained.

Janus sighed and crossed his arms.

"I got writing from my soulmates last night," Janus admitted.

"Really? Me too! Haha, I guess we really do everything together, don't we?" Virgil laughed before taking a moment to realize exactly what Janus had said. "Wait, soulmates?"

Janus gave a hum of confirmation as he helped him over to their seats.

"Yeah. There are two of them, chatted a lot when the first one wrote, turns out they are childhood friends. I wrote to them but both of them were too distracted to notice," Janus sigh, falling silent for a thoughtful moment. "Everyone says when you hear from your soulmate it just feels right, but I don't know, I feel like there is another one that hasn't written yet, someone that will talk with me when those two psychos go off again."

"Wow, multiple soulmates sounds so cool. I've only got one… It'd be nice to have a lot of them, having a bunch of friends who you know are always gonna be with you no matter what, then you'd never feel lonely," Virgil mused whimsically.

"I think it must be common or at least a family thing. Apparently the one who wrote first had a twin who also had multiple soulmates. There are three in that relationship as well if I am correct," Janus mused.

"Lucky," Virgil muttered jealously.

He rubbed his long sleeves as he thought about his one soulmate. He was very happy but now that Janus had put that other idea in his head having one just seemed kind of wrong, lonely, incomplete. It was probably just because he was jealous of his best friend having more people in his life than he did. He'd probably get over it soon, after all the universe didn't make mistakes, that's what his parents always told him.

"So, last day of school celebration," Janus said, changing topics. "Steal some snow-cones and hiding in a quiet corner so we don't have to deal with the stupid team competitions?"

Virgil smiled.

"You know it."

At the end of the school day he'd say goodbye, promising to spend time with him over the summer, and go home to tell his parents all about his day. He'd tell them all about Janus's two soulmates and how he felt like there was a third one that hadn't written yet. About how cool multiple soulmates were and he wanted more than one two. Out of fear, they quickly made arrangements to move into an apartment just outside of Virgil's previous school district so he would lose contact with Janus, just incase he was one of Virgil's soulmates.

Janus went home that day and looked down at the writing sprawled across his arms. His parents were busy and didn't really care so they still didn't know about any of this. There was green and silver pen writing in an ever growing conversation. He'd read every word and the two of them knew each other and had known exactly who they were talking the second the green one wrote the first words "I have come to steal your heart and eat it," which apparently the silver one had told him to write. Neither of them cared to hide their names in conversation letting themselves become known as Remus and Remy. Janus had tried talking to them once, writing "you two aren't intimidating at all" in bronze ink.

He sighed, maybe he wasn't going to be noticed. He was just going to be alone it he didn't try to put himself out more. That didn't feel quite right.

He felt words slowly forming by his elbow where he had written. Perhaps he was finally being noticed. He looked at his words to see the writing forming, spelled out with every letter a different color like they were using every pen they could possibly find.

Howdy Bronze. How do you do?

Janus practically lunged to grab his pen so he could reply.

Hello. Doesn't it take a bit of a long time to write with all those colors?

The other person wrote back fairly instantly, this time only in a sparkly bright pink.

Perhaps, but it made you happy didn't it? You were probably sad you didn't get a response.

I take it you are not Remy or Remus.

Nope. They looked like they were having fun writing yesterday so I didn't want to disturb them so I just went back to bed. Sorry for not see in you immediately.

My name is Janus

Emily

Holy fuck there are two more! Ha! One more than Ro, extra bragging rights!

Hey babes, nice to meet you two.

Janus smiled to himself, looking down at the writing. Yeah, this was right.