People had a soulmate. Most passed away without finding their soulmate. Many didn't even notice that they had met in the first place.
Akashi never thought he would meet his soulmate. There was no way he would be able to tell who he or she is. After all, an individual and his/her soulmate share a completely different language than others. There was no way to tell if the language he was speaking to someone was Japanese or English or a special language since to him, that special language would seem natural. To him it would sound like Japanese but to others walking around, it would sound like gibberish.
And so, the redhead stopped believing in ever finding his soulmate.
Akashi worked in an office and helped people with keeping the security of their homes. It was a tedious job, but every job is tedious if done for more than five years. The redhead didn't talk much to others and would glare at many people who tried to talk with him.
The only ones who were brave enough to cross him were some of his coworkers. Specifically the blond, Kise Ryouta. He was very pushy and all up in Akashi's personal space most of the time. The redhead actually didn't mind much. It was nice to have someone to talk to or at least someone to listen to.
When a short blue haired boy was hired to work in their department, Akashi was more than surprised to hear the stranger ask him where the manager's room was.
The redhead simply pointed and then quietly continued to work. Their friendship began like that.
Akashi and Kuroko talked often. The redhead opened up to the younger coworker, smiled, and even laughed with him. It was definitely something that wasn't common in the office.
Many of the employees were surprised to hear Akashi talking so much and a lot of them stared in disbelief as the two of them spent most of their time together.
Aomine and Kise watched from across the room and spoke to each other in their own language,
"Do you think they'll ever notice that they're speaking their own language?" Kise asked.
"Who knows? I'm glad Akashi is talking. I'm glad they found each other." Aomine muttered as he sipped his coffee.
It was only after they regained their memories, about three weeks later, that they figured they were talking in a different language. It definitely explained why others couldn't understand what they were saying to each other sometimes.
The redhead laughed, "I can't believe we've been talking in a different language for the whole time."
Kuroko chuckled as he placed a light kiss on the redhead's temple, "Technically we're still talking in our language, we just can't hear it."
When they went to get their tattoo, they felt a little upset with the fact that they were nearing the half mark. Yet at the same time, they were proud that they have proved to love each other enough to go through so many lifetimes.
When Akashi passed away, Kuroko felt empty. He felt the special language die within him as he couldn't speak it with anyone else. The blue haired boy felt upset with the fact that they never got to hear their language and that they would most likely never speak it again since the next life would be different.
It felt like a waste. It felt like they wasted so much time.
The language was forgotten.
Author's Note: The prompt that I used today was "language"
Tomorrow's prompt is Danger.
See you in the next life!