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{ Orihara Izaya / F.Reader }
Soulmate AU: where one person carries the name of their soulmate and the other the date and hour of their first encounter.
Irrational.
It was the only way you could define your state of being. Although, you should be all over the place with probably despair and jealousy, both your mind and heart were focused; mind locked in hatred, while heart beat with ardent passion of love.
You stared down at the inking on your chest – 折原 臨也 – running down vertically, as if the characters were actually inked directly on your heart and not your skin. Tracing the pads of your fingers over them, your gaze hardened and you rationally loathed them, yet you still felt shackles weighting on your wrist and ankles, tighten against your throat and suffocating you.
Soulmates were such a cruel thing.
Even though them crossing paths wasn’t a certainty, once their eyes met there was no escaping the curse. A spell so strong it annihilated any former belief and skepticism, or so it was for you; you were not so sure of the other party.
“Hmm~ so you’re my soulmate. Nice to meet you, I’m Orihara Izaya.”
You could never forget the intrigued look on his face, nor the taunting tone of his voice, the mirth of his smile…
“But I guess you already knew that.”
…like a child who has been given a new toy.
You were given his name on your heart; he had the date and hour of your encounter under his right collarbone.
In his opinion, he had gotten the fun part of the deal. There were so many scenarios he pictured for the time he would meet his “destined one”. The wait and suspense kept him entertained; all the times he debated on whatever let fate play its cards or cheat the table.
You only found yourself in agreement. Since Orihara Izaya wasn’t exactly the guy next door, but had a reputation to fear, you had heard his name as soon as you moved to Ikebukuro for university.
“Orihara Izaya? I don’t know much about him, no one does actually, but you should stay away from him. I heard he’s involved with color gangs and the Yakuza. Not a guy you want to be involved with.”
“I saw him fighting with Heiwajima Shizuo the other day. You know, that blond bartender with super human force.”
“The guy is crazy. You have to be either crazy or stupid to pick a fight with that monster.”
It was enough information for you not to look forward to meeting your soulmate, and you weren’t thrilled by the idea to begin with. Destined lovers made no sense to you. Love at first sight was just a selling strategy for romance books and sappy movies, not something real people would experience. Even those saying they experienced it with their soulmates, were more in love with the idea of having the perfect person already chosen for you than the person in front of them.
Looks, personality, common interests, way of speaking, chemistry, those were factors that determined love in your opinion. What could one understand from just a glance?
‘Nothing but all you need’, seemed to be the answer.
Crumbles were all that remained of your beliefs and convictions, your skepticism and cynicism blown to pieces the moment you locked eyes with Orihara Izaya. A day like any other on your way home from your part-time job for you, another day of running away from an enraged blond in bartender clothes for him. The most cliché of encounters as he rounded a corner and literally run into you, but he was swift enough to catch your fall and hurry an apology out of his mouth.
It only took a brief look to your surprised visage for him to halt his getaway and realize why he felt the need to get a better look at you. It took you more to cope with the horrifying truth and how the universe seemed to deny your being as you stared into maroon pools. It was a curse, really.
In a word, Orihara Izaya was an asshole.
Already aware of what a horrible person your soulmate might be, there was no delusion to be crushed other than your lost battle-of-ideals against the universe.
Child like curiosity and a vein of sadism were a deadly combination in his persona. The times he drew enjoyment out of your suffering were already too many to be kept track of. Whatever mean was used to test your fateful connection and you had wished to be able to break it uncountable times. It did nothing.
Nothing but ignite the hatred for the characters engraved on your skin. You truly thought it was unfair for you to have him as your soulmate and that thought just made you hate his name more.
“I actually like my name. I think it suits me. Don’t you think so, too?”
You did.
Control freak, narcissist, sociopath maniac were the firsts of a list of characteristics defining him – all reflecting in his name – and ‘a hard time’ was an understatement for your search of good points about him. ‘None’ was the immediate answer, and what you wanted to convince yourself of. Yet, it would only add to the pile of lies you already told yourself for years. Despite everything else, Izaya was a charming man, for the bad and for the good. His wit intrigued you more than you were willing to admit and his speech held your attention captive whenever he spoke. He had good looks and he had proven himself more than capable of taking care and protecting you from any danger more than once. Admittedly, had he not been the cause of the majority of those dangers, you would have been more appreciative of that aspect.
He was an exceptional lover when he wanted to; covering you in attention and affection, making you feel wanted and desired. Yet, love was something else and you couldn’t even tell he felt any for you; at least any different than his general love for humanity. It infuriated you.
“You are one of the most interesting subjects I observed so far. I can’t help but wonder how much it would take for you to break.”
Similarly, he was exceptionally good at breaking your heart. Not only once or twice, he tested your limits, the amount of jealousy you could take before your control snapped. He took enjoyment in seducing women only to fuel your hatred for him, always wondering when you would actually be fed up with it and abandon him. The idea of having you cry for him and yell your displeasure at his face made his skin tingle; more than anything, he loved drawing reactions out of you. Every time he flirted with someone else in front of you or put you into a debatable situation, he would spend hours speculating about your reactions. He wanted to be right in his guess and be wrong at the same time.
Yet, years and you still loved him. Even when he was the one to leave.
Despite the sleepless nights, the tears spilled, the rational hatred trying to talk you into sanity, you still looked for him for over a year and walked up to his door. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you pictured yourself several times cutting ties with the informant and you secretly hoped it would be finally the time you would do it; you lied to yourself.
The look of surprise on his face when you showed up at his door, the following smug expression and his lips teasingly grazing against yours were enough to mend all your wounds and make you succumb to him. Although aware it was a bad decision you’ll be forever mentally reprimanding, the warmth of his arms and the comfort of his smell were still real and tangible…
“This tattoo you hate so much, I love it profoundly.”
…his voice and words still melody to your ears.
“It marks you as my property.”
Those words only were enough to fill your lungs with air no matter how constricting your shackles were. A power you hated he had but loved still; a contradiction he embodied and adored to show off.
“Do you still hate it?”
Surprised by his voice, you lifted your eyes from the inking of his name and looked at him through the mirror. Izaya laid on the bed on his stomach, face half buried in the pillow and an arm propped up and hanging lazily above his head, his eyes carefully studying your reflection.
“I never said I hated it.” Your voice was soft as you moved your eyes from his reflected visage to the mirrored black characters.
“You also never said you love me, but I know you do.”
“Since we’re soulmates.” You replied more to yourself.
“That reminds me,” Izaya ignored your remark, “I also never said it.”
There was an almost imperceptible flinch in your body – he didn’t miss it – and his usual smirk molded on his lips. You slowly turned around to face him, hands unconsciously gripping at the silk of your nightgown. Wordlessly, you tried to read him. In vain.
Izaya stretched a hand to you, mischief still glinting in his eyes. “You know how hard is for me to stand now, come here.” He didn’t sound like the fragile person he wanted to impersonate, he rather reminded you more of a predator luring his pray in a deadly trap.
Carefully, you laid back on the bed next to him, rolling on your side and staring at him expectantly.
He chuckled. “You look like you have something to say.”
Frowning slightly, “I really hate how easily you read me.” A sigh left your lips, “I also hate how you just left without a word. It was such a pain in the ass to look for you.”
“Why did you look for me though?” His carefree tone contrasted your pouting murmur and he inched closer to you, his head nestling under your chin.
“Since I’m cursed.”
Without notice, Izaya broke into hysterical laughter, his breath and hair tickling your skin. After a few moments of silence on your side, he pressed his head against your sternum, letting out a long exhale.
“I knew it.”
You knew the expression he was wearing, that of a person aware of their own power, as his hand trailed your side.
“I really love this tattoo.”
His lips pressed against the ink you despised and you closed your eyes, relishing the moment; a smile gracing your lips.
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So this is a bit bittersweet and I feel like I should explain myself why this relationship is so twisted. Starting from the fact that Izaya and romance are probably parellels, it's obvious that he would defy something like soulmates; so I think he would be more attracted to the whole mechanism of it and the fact he owns someone rather than the love aspect. That being said, I prefered to veil whatever he felt love or not for his soulmate, leaving space to interpretation.
Anyway, if it's unclear, I apologize. Just ask and I will answer every doubt.
This is also part of my writing a reinterpretation of soulmate AUs.
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Wow! Heartbreaking yet enthralling. Well done