Dear BowtieBeats, thank you! Today your wish is my order. (Or also was this soon enough?)

Made for each other

Chapter One (female edition)

Yogi wore his favourite clothes the next day and looked twice into the mirror before he left the front door. His mother laughed softly at his antics. "You're going to swipe him of his feet, Yogi." She kissed his cheek. "Either by your looks or your cuteness."

"I just hope we'll have a nice day together!" Yogi exclaimed. "I'll spend a lot of money today, don't be mad!"

"I won't! Have fun, Yogi!" she called after him as he ran outside into the night. His stomach was already fluttering softly.

Gareki stood in the alley, hand buried in his pockets when Yogi turned around the corner. "Hey…" he greeted him breathless. "Where do you want to head first?"

"Clothing store – for kids if that makes a difference," Gareki mentioned. "If you're still up to your offer."

"Of course I am!" Yogi took his hand, "And I just know the store too."

Yogi was slightly impressed. Gareki didn't let himself be impressed by prettiness only by functionality and quality. It didn't take too long until they were at the cashier who openly stared at Yogi. "You probably have so cute siblings, Gareki-kun!" he told Gareki softly and the cashier's confusion seemed to disappear. Yogi was known for treating his friends after all.

"They aren't… really my siblings," Gareki answered, eyes narrowing slightly confused at the cashier. "They just didn't have anywhere to go and the streets are a dangerous place."

Yogi nodded softly. "That's so kind of you!" His eyes wandered around in the shop until his gaze fell on soft toys behind the cashier. "Can we get some of the teddies too? They look really fluffy."

The cashier gave immediately one to each of them and Gareki squeezed it slightly, before mumbling something Yogi couldn't understand even though he stood right next to him.

Yogi grinned. "I'm taking all of them! Gareki-kun still hasn't told me how many children he takes care of. I have to be prepared for everything!" he exclaimed softly, and pulled Gareki into a half-hearted hug, but took care not to touch his bare skin with his.

Gareki shook his head. "Surely not that many," he told him, rolling his eyes, and shook out of the hug. "You're insane, Yogi." But he still took the shopping bags and let Yogi pay for it.

Gareki breathed for a moment, the bags were heavy in his hands and he wasn't even carrying all now, but Yogi didn't seem to mind. "I don't like… opportunists." He eventually started. "So I'll grand you a wish, any wish, to make it even."

Yogi stared at him, before he smiled brightly. "You don't need to do that, but if you're sure—" Yogi answered and Gareki nodded.

"Everything," he assured him.

Yogi grabbed for his hand. "Come with me!"

Gareki didn't know what he had expected (that was a lie, he had grown up in the slums, he had expected a whole lot), but he never would have expected being pulled through some halls, leading up to a floor.

Well, maybe he had expected some sort of floor. A dirty alleyway.

Never what came. "One wish it was, right? Just one? You have to meet my parents – family! I can't leave out my little sister, Gareki-kun!" He told Gareki as he pulled him past well dressed people.

Until Yogi suddenly stopped and Gareki ran against him. He rubbed his nose slightly and Yogi turned around, eyes widening. "I'm so sorry, Gareki-kun!" Yogi exclaimed his fingertips reaching for Gareki's face. Gareki could see the sparks fly when their skin's touched.

"This is also the famous 'Gareki-kun'," a male voice asked amused. "Yogi wouldn't stop talking about you."

Gareki saw the light blush on Yogi's cheeks. "Dad!" he told the man, "Don't embarrass me!"

He laughed softly and ruffled Yogi's hair. "There is no need to be embarrassed by that, Yogi." He turned to Gareki. "My wife just started to make tea, please sit with us for a bit, Gareki-kun."

He nodded, slightly hesitating. A promise was a promise. "I don't have much time, I'd like to be home before it's dark."

"Of course!" Yogi's father agreed. "You've got people waiting for you at home. Just for a bit."

Gareki shrugged. "I wouldn't call it home. Home is a word for a safe place."

Yogi's father nodded. "I beg your pardon for assuming. You're free to pack the children and your belongings and move in every time. We should still have a free guest suit."

Gareki narrowed his eyes. "I hate opportunists, I'm not one myself."

Yogi's father laughed hearty. "You sure know who you are, Gareki-kun. It wouldn't be a problem at all though. You're meant to be here."

He didn't respond for some time, just standing still. "I am not a bed warmer either."

"Not all soul mates are in that kind of relationship," Yogi answered before his father could. "I always—dreamt of finding my love in mine, but friends or close advisors are common as well."

Gareki rolled his eyes. "We only met a few days ago, not years ago. You shouldn't trust that easily, Yogi. That way people will only hurt you."

"I can trust you, Gareki-kun," Yogi insisted, narrowing his eyes. "You're my soulmate."

He sighed and shook his head. "You know what some whores in the slums do? There are drugs to force these sparks to happen and they destroy these bonds you talk so fondly of for a bit more money so they survive the evening." He buried his hands in his pockets, gaze sharp and directly on Yogi. "Because bonds don't help you when you need to survive the day. You shouldn't hide in fantasies."

"I'd rather… you referred to it as luxury than fantasy," Yogi mumbled, carefully touching Gareki's cheek. "Because fantasies won't turn into reality and I never not missed out on luxuries. Whenever you need something, be it food, a roof, warmth, clothes or education come here and we'll help you. It doesn't have anything to do with opportunistic anything – it's me who is egoistic because I want you to be save." He looked directly into the bluish grey eyes. "And happy."

Gareki almost snorted at that, but he didn't. "We live in entirely different worlds, Yogi. I won't fit in yours and you won't fit in mine."

Yogi shook his head. "We both know that that isn't true. You will fit in well here. A warm bed, a warm bath and all the books you could desire – soft toys for the kids. Don't say 'no' and 'never' just yet."

Gareki rolled his eyes. "I was invited for tea, Yogi. Don't waste my time by being silly."

Yogi seemed put off, but nodded softly. "I'll join you and my parents…"

He was once more surprised by Gareki's table manners. He hadn't expected someone who lived in the slums to have better manners than some royals he knew. Gareki didn't even load his plate like Yogi was fond of doing, there was even a sense of aesthetic and balance established.

Yogi's mother seemed happy to carry the conversation along. "And what do you like to do in your free time?"

Gareki seemed slightly surprised, but answered anyway. "I like to read."

"Any preferences?" she asked gently, filling Gareki's cup once more.

Gareki shrugged softly. "Anything really. Whatever I can get my hands on."

Yogi smiled gently. "How about I show you our library later? You might enjoy it enough to come visit on your own."

"Likely. Who would turn down free books?" Gareki answered softly. "But I don't have time for that. I should return home soon." His gaze fell on the tall grandfather's clock standing right next to some sort of old family portrait. "I should leave right now actually."

"I'll bring you as far as you allow me to," Yogi assured Gareki immediately and emptied his cup, following Gareki's lead.

Gareki bit on his lips, before nodding. "You showed me your home, so it's only fair." His gaze wandered to Yogi's parents. "It was nice to meet you and thank you for the invitation. I appreciate it."

Yogi's mother shook her head with a soft smile on her lips. "It was our pleasure, Gareki-kun. Please visit us again soon."

Yogi's father offered his hand. "I agree, so please come visit us again soon, Gareki-kun. It is a pleasure to have you over and next time bring the child you take care of with you. That way we don't have to constantly watch the clock."

Gareki nodded after a slight hesitation and took his hand. "I will, thank you."

"There is nothing to thank us for. Now run along," he laughed softly, "We don't want you to be late."

Yogi stood up, waving slightly to his parents. "I'll be back."

"Stay save, darling," his mother answered.

"I will!" Yogi answered with a bright smile and wandered already to their shopping bags in the foyer, Gareki fell into step next to him.

Yogi's father smiled softly. "He'll settle Yogi. With Gareki on his side the kingdom will surely flourish and Yogi will also be happy. Now how do we get him to agree that his place is here?"

"We wait," was her simple answer. "They aren't meant as friends but as lovers."

He laughed softly. "I'll trust you on this."

Yogi couldn't help himself but be scared. The slums weren't to his liking – not at all. Even less so in the dark. He pulled the hood a little more into his face, the bags he held in an iron grip, throwing a side-glance on Gareki's confident demeanour he relaxed slightly, but still stayed alerted.

"Nai will like you," Gareki mentioned almost absentminded. "Nai likes bright people."

Yogi blinked slightly. "Is he one of the children you take care of?" he asked curious.

Gareki nodded slightly. "The one that actually lives with me too, the others are just with me when their mothers work."

He blinked softly. "Are you… running some sort of day care then?" he questioned.

Gareki snorted. "The only thing wrong with that sentence is 'day'. It's more of a night care."

"Who'd—" Yogi immediately stopped himself from asking, and ruffled his hair. "Stupid question, this is… not the rich side."

"Yes," Gareki answered, turning into an alley, Yogi would have missed it, if his attention hadn't been constantly on Gareki since they had left what he considered town. "This isn't the kind of world you are used to."

These words hurt. Yogi couldn't even begin to describe how much.

Yogi clicked immediately with Nai, sitting on the floor with some of the soft toys Nai owned (Yogi sadly noted how few they were) and the teddies Yogi had purchased earlier that day. He had been semi-comfortable on the hard floor when it knocked on the door.

Gareki looked up from the mountain of pillows and put the book away, before walking up to the door and greeting someone. Yogi motioned Nai to go on playing as he slowly made his way to the door as well.

A little girl with dirty blond hair stood right in front of her mother, at least Yogi assumed she was – there were certain similarities in the greenish colour of their eyes and their facial features. "Do you have a visitor?" the woman asked and raised her hand to her mouth in surprise, "And such a high class visitor too?"

Gareki rolled his eyes. "Yogi just took me shopping and insisted to bring me home as well." He poked Yogi's cheek softly and there were small sparks as soon as their skins touched. Gareki pulled his hand away immediately. "I had forgotten about that, sorry."

Yogi shook his head. "Nobody would believe it anyway," he joked and smiled at the woman. "I'd appreciate it nevertheless if you didn't talk about it. We just met a few days ago."

"Of course, your royal highness," the woman answered bowing slightly. "Nobody will hear a word from me." Her gaze wandered back to Gareki. "Is it really alright to leave her here tonight?"

"Yeah, don't be bothered by Yogi." Gareki answered. "He apparently has a sister, so he should have some experience with kids. Either way."

She hesitated before nodding. "Thank you Gareki-san and Oji-sama of course. Thank you very much."

Gareki narrowed his eyes. "Is there something you haven't told me?" he asked Yogi sharply.

Yogi stepped back, stuttering softly. "You didn't ask?"

The woman laughed gently. "But Gareki-san, his eye colour is obvious enough! Royal violet."

"Yes! What she says," Yogi agreed, pointing at his face. "Royal violet!"

Gareki shook his head. "And that means what? Exactly?" His hand slowly started massaging his temple. "I'm not going to call you something ridiculous too, you hear me?

"You don't need to! Just 'Yogi' is perfect!" he assured him. "We'll talk this over tomorrow with tea, alright? Mum will be so happy to have you over again!"

Gareki shrugged slightly. "Only because your mother makes good tea."

Yogi smiled brightly. "That she does. Her cake is awesome too. Nai will love it for sure!" He turned his head to look at Nai who looked up when he mentioned his name. "You liked the chocolate cake I gave Gareki-kun, didn't you?"

Nai nodded happily, "It was great! Thank you!"

"Then you'll love my mothers cake even more!" he cheered softly and winked at Gareki. "And if we're on time we'll get some prober food too!"

Yogi knew he had told his parents he's come home, but they would understand. Surely they would understand that he wanted to stay with Gareki with a bit, especially since they had just met.

Besides, there were plenty of children he could play with while Gareki got some food on the table. Yogi laughed softly and pulled Nai on his lap while he tickled him. Nai couldn't help himself but laugh.

"When I said you had experience with kids, I didn't mean you acted like one," Gareki spoke and ruffled a girl's black hair. "Clear the table, will you?"

"Of course, Gareki-kun!" Yogi laughed and started putting the soft toys down from the low table, then he added calmer "You're taking care of such nice kids, Gareki-kun."

"I wouldn't take care of snotty brats – if they existed here," he answered and started placing plates on the table until he eventually settled down next to Yogi. "Eat up, kids."

Yogi blinked for a moment. "Thank you for having me over, Gareki-kun. I'll take you shopping tomorrow again as thank you, alright?"

"I'm not saying no to that," Gareki answered. "But there isn't anything I need."

Yogi chuckled softly. "You don't need to need anything. I'll buy you the world if you want to. A new flat in the noble part, new clothes, jewellery…"

"Why would I ever need all of that? I have what I need," Gareki answered.

Yogi huffed slightly. "I just want your smile at the end of the day."

"Yogi-sama?" a girl raised her voice and waited until he looked at her until she continued talking. "Are you going to marry Nee-chan?"

Gareki halted. "Nobody is going to marry here, Mayumi. Nobody."

The girl pouted cutely. "But Yogi-sama is your soulmate, Nee-chan. He wants to spoil you too! That's like a love story, isn't it?"

"Yogi is just a friend," Gareki mentioned.

"He's your soulmate!"

"That doesn't mean anything, Mayumi." Gareki answered her and narrowed his eyes. "Not all soulmates marry, some just stay friends. Yogi agrees on that too."

The girl seemed put back when Yogi nodded absentminded. Something about this was odd.

Except something in his perception had been wrong. Very wrong – but not wrong in a bad way. The children slept softly, cuddled into each other when Gareki settled down next to him. "You sure you don't want to go home?"

Yogi shook his head. "You're here to ease my mind." He slowly snuggled into Gareki. "I'm sorry that I assumed you were a boy, Gareki-kun."

Gareki narrowed his eyes. "I thought it was logical. We're soulmates after all—"

Yogi laughed softly. "That just means that ones preferences are the gender of the soulmate. I always looked both ways, so you could always have been both. Maybe you were a boy in your last life? Who knows."

"It's saver to live as a male. If you can do me a favour, keep it a secret," Gareki mumbled and pulled the blanket over their bodies.

Yogi nodded softly. "I'll do everything to keep you save, Gareki-kun."

I'm sparing you the apologies today. I know some might not like it.

The good news is there is Currently a Yoreki centered Giveaway on my blog. If you're interested you might want to check it out. The deadline is on January 22nd, 2016.

Sincerely,

Mal