Day 10- Black Mark Soulmate AU: Kanera

Kanan fiddled with the end of his ponytail, pacing back and forth across the length of his trailer. He would pause frequently to look out the window, trying to see if Hera had pulled up yet.

Sighing once again at the fact that she hadn't shown up, Kanan took down his hair to redo it. Again.

He climbed up the ladder to his loft to grab his hairbrush. He began crawling across the mattress to reach his side desk, when he let out a cry of pain.

He'd knelt on something poky. Sitting back, he saw it was his hairbrush.

Kanan put his face in his hand and stared at the hairbrush. It only now came to mind that he'd tossed it up onto his bed after redoing his hair earlier.

He was about to say something vaguely insulting to the object when he heard a knock at the door.

Cursing himself, Kanan scrambled across the mattress back down the ladder. With any luck, he hadn't sounded to noisy. He also probably didn't have time to redo his hair.

Taking a deep breath, he smoothed put his hair once more, and then opened the door.

Hera stood on the other side and a smile immediately spread across her face. "Hey!" she said, waving with her hand, as black as Kanan's hair.

Kanan smiled back. "Hi, Hera," he said tucking hair behind his ear. "Good to see you."

"You too."

"Come on in!" Kanan said quickly. "If you want you can just leave your shoes on the porch. There's not a lot of room inside."

Hera nodded and did as suggested. Not that her boots were easy to slip off, but she managed alright. Kanan watched the amount of ease she showed, indicating she pulled such a feat often. Maybe he was reading too much into it.

He gestured for her to follow him inside.

"Well," he said. "There isn't much to see or show, but here's my home."

Hera looked around. "It's nice. Do you have a table that comes down out of the wall for eating?"

Kanan nodded. "Yep. It's really one of the best ways to conserve space. The bathroom is underneath the loft if you need to use it. The kitchen is over there at the opposite end, clearly. And right in front of us, we have the living space." He gestured to the couch that they now stood in front of.

"I love it," Hera smiled. "I feel like I would actually enjoy living like this. A smaller lifestyle. That just seems so fun."

"Definitely would take some adjusting, compared to your current house?" Kanan suggested.

"Parents' house," she corrected. "But yes. Though, I think I would manage just fine. Judging from how overwhelmed you were from how big the house was, I think you'd have a harder time adjusting lifestyles."

Kanan looked away and scratched his head. "Maybe," he mumbled.

"You don't have to get embarrassed by it," Hera laughed. "I was just making an observation. Also, I really like how your hair looks down. I've never seen it that way."

"Oh, well, I was going to have it up, but then, stuff…" Kanan didn't know what he was trying to say. "So, I didn't, but, uh, sorry."

"No! It looks good!" Hera insisted. "I love it like this."

Kanan blushed and ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks," he mumbled.

"But," Hera said. "I could do it for you, if you want it up."

Kanan blinked and stared at her. "Uh, sure?"

"Come on!" Hera said excitedly. "Grab your hairbrush, or whatever you need, and I'll put it up for you!"

Kanan nodded and climbed up the ladder. Only halfway though this time, remembering the location of his hairbrush so as to avoid kneeling on it again.

He got back down with it and Hera was already sitting on the couch, ready to begin. Her smile reached across her face and her eyes sparkled.

Kanan laughed and shook his head. "Okay," he said handing her the hairbrush and hair tie. "There you go!"

He knelt down in front of her and soon felt the hairbrush working through his hair.

"You barely have any tangles," Hera commented. "That's impressive."

Kanan just chuckled. There wasn't much point in telling her he'd brushed out and redid his hair multiple times before her arrival. "Thanks," he ended up muttering.

The hairbrush rubbed against his scalp, a little more aggressive then he would have done, but it didn't hurt. Next, Kanan felt her fingers running through his hair, then gathering the hair from the sides, and top, and bottom, and…

He heard a gasp and the hair fell down, back around his shoulders. "What is it?" He chuckled to try and sound more light hearted. "I don't have any sort of scalp disease, do I?"

"Kanan, look!"

Kanan turned around to see Hera's hands shoved in his face. But, they weren't black anymore. They were glowing slightly, and color after color poured across them.

He gasped in realization and grabbed a strand of his own hair, trying to pull it around to his face to see. When that didn't work, he flipped his head upside down and opened his eyes.

Kanan was greeted with a nearly blinding display of colors, as vibrant and happy as the ones on Hera's hand.

Blinking in amazement, Kanan flipped his hair back to it's normal place. He stared at Hera who had her hands clasped across her mouth. She slid down off the couch and sat next to him on the floor.

"You know what this means?" Hera whispered. It was really more of a statement than a question.

Kanan nodded, tears in his eyes. "I never thought I would find someone," he whispered. "I didn't think I had a mark, because there wasn't any on my body. But…but along, the black mark was my black hair. The mark was in my hair! And…it's you! You're my soulmate!"

Hera nodded, tears trailing down her face.

Kanan reach out and pulled her into a hug. "I didn't think I had anyone. I didn't think…"

Hera sniffed and laughed. "I kept waiting. I felt like you were the one, but I had no clue how. Oh, but I'm so happy you're it."

Kanan pulled back and put a hand to her face. "Me too, Hera. Me too."

Hera smiled and pressed her forehead to his. She chuckled. "You know, I guess this means I'll have to adjust to living in a trailer."