Five Vital Points To Consider for this AU
AU Name: Soulmate ! AU
· Two years after you are born, you get a uniquely shaped necklace from one of the elders in your village. The necklace fits with another person's on Earth.
· On the July 10th after your 18th birthday, you literally switch bodies with your soul mate.
· When you switch bodies, you write down your address and your name on a piece of paper and put it under the person's pillow
· If your soulmate is to die, you know it because you feel a huge pain in your chest. This pain will never go away. When this happens, people usually kill themselves.
· If you do not like the pairing/shipping commonly known as AsaKiku or IggyPan [sometimes UKJap or UKJp], I suggest you don't read this.
PS. Not a reader insert. At all.
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The two year old wailed in his mother's arms, the ugly tears staining his cheeks.
"Shhhh, Kiku... Hush, child."
His mother murmured quietly, the worn expression on her face making her look like she was 10 years older than she really was. Her black hair was long; dirty. It hadn't been washed in a few weeks. A man approached the weary mother, clasping a hand on her shoulder.
"Not quieting, is he?"
Ayame shook her head and he smiled slightly, running a hand through his wife's slightly tangled hair.
"I'll cook dinner today, how about that?"
The husband offered conversationally, then continued.
"You seem worn out."
The wife nodded gratefully, smiling up at her husband.
"Thank you."
Her voice was hoarse, weary, and sounded old. Sighing as he left the room, the man let himself into the kitchen, smiling as he heard the soft pattering of footsteps stumbling towards him from the living room.
"Papi!"
He heard a gleeful shout, and a small body press itself into his legs. For a four year old, Kuro could walk pretty fast.
"Is dinner ready yet?"
Kuro, Kiku's overexcited brother, asked happily, giving his father a large smile. He couldn't help but smile back at the adorable boy.
"I've just started making it, son. It will be ready in 20 minutes."
A disappointed pout crossed Kuro's features, and he began to whine.
"I'm hungry though, Papi."
The father knelt down and patted Kuro's head, giving him a third of a piece of bread.
"Eat this until dinner, okay? And don't tell Mama."
Kuro nodded eagerly.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it."
He heard his wife's voice from the next room over and reluctantly turned away from the door. He could hear a brief exchange at the front door, a few tidbits of laughter.
"Papi, what's happening?"
His four year old son questioned, a finger popping into his mouth.
"It's nothing."
He responded, reaching down and gently picking up Kuro in a soft embrace.
"It's nothing."
At the front door, an old woman stood, leaning heavily on a long wooden stick.
"Ah, hello Mistress Migaya."
Ayame said formally, bowing her head slightly to the elder who stood in front of her. A wrinkled smile crossed Old Woman Migaya's features.
"I see you have the boy, yes?"
She asked, her croaky voice quiet. Kiku had gone silent when his mother had opened the door, staring with wide, puffy eyes at the witch-like old woman before him.
"Y-yes!"
Ayame responded quickly, shifting her grip on Kiku slightly.
"Well I've brought his necklace."
Migaya whispered, her voice somehow loud while quiet. The old woman held out a small necklace. Hanging from the end of it was half of a spiked triangle. She placed it around Kiku's head, and Kiku giggled slightly, reaching a hand to the necklace to tug at it. Old Woman Migaya smiled.
"My business is finished, so I shall take my leave now."
She said croakily, and turned abruptly, her stick clunking against the ground with each step she took.
"Good luck with the children, Ayame Honda."
And she was gone.