I'll find you - Chapter 1
Pair: Asta x Yuno, don't like, don't read.
Manga spoilers! Don't read if you don't know Yuno's past and if you don't want spoilers (if you don't care of spoilers, I feel you and you are welcome to read)
âDo you have any idea of what I had to do?â
âYou probably had to help someone doing the choresâ
âOh right! I promised TVWOSTEC CYAT to help with them instead of TVWL. Thanks! Love youâ
Yuno smiled while starring at the tiny hearts his mate added at the end of the message. He gave up years ago on telling him that writing names was worthless, since they were transformed into random letter by magic. Yuno didn't understand why magic would let him talk, well write would be a better word, with his soulmate with no problem, but wouldn't let them write things that would have actually helped them find each other. They could only tell the other vague information, Yuno knew his soulmate was a blonde man with green eyes. But that was a description of more or less a quarter of the whole Spade Kingdom.
Always hoping he wasn't in another kingdom, finding him would have been even more difficult then.
He just... wanted to meet him.
He wanted to hear his voice, to touch him and teach him to write in a calligraphy that didn't give Yuno a headache. He loved him, of course, they "knew" each other since they were born, but it took Yuno quite a while to be able to read what his soulmate was writing.
He remember the first time they could communicate. It was after a dinner with the nobles of the kingdom to celebrate some victory in a fight. Yuno was tired of them so he told his parents he was that he would have retired into his chambers to read a book.
He read for a while until he was interrupted by a warm feeling on his left arm, he was now used to understand that the itchy and warm feeling was caused by his soulmate trying to write to him. He threw the book away and went to search for a feather and some ink, in the past few years he studied what his soulmate was writing, to reach the conclusion that it wasn't some arcane language but just a terrible handwriting. He couldn't understand what the other person wrote for a lot of time because he was used to the elegant writing style of the nobles and the books of their library. Added to that, there was also the fact that his soulmate didn't write much.
His mother told him that, considering both of the information, his soulmate was probably not a noble, and in that case Yuno should have waited for the other person to write.
âNot all people can have whatever they want like us, Yuno. Some people have to take care of the few things they have. Writing is not something all people have the luxury to learn, so most people buy ink only to reach their soulmate when they grow up and when they have a job to be able to both buy the ink and pay someone to write for them. I am sure your soulmate is doing whatever is in their power to reach you. Wait for them to write something first, so you won't cause them troubles, ok?â his mother's words stopped him from writing to his soulmate for the past months. But now that they finally wrote to him again, he wouldn't lose this change.
Yuno looked at the messy handwriting trying to understand what it said before the ink disappeared.
âWill... I get... magic?â
His hand trembled a little after reading that.
Were they ok? Why were they worrying about their magic? Did they get in trouble? Did he have to go and help them? His little face was now showing a worried expression but now he didn't have time to overthink it.
He didn't want them to think he was ignoring them.
More worries crossed the young child's mind. Those were the first words he wrote to his soulmate. Were they ok? He tried to write in a simple style, to make it easier to read, but did it worked? Was it still too hard to read? Would the other person answer? He didn't answered for a year, maybe now they were angry at him? What if they didn't want to talk to them now?
âWAIT YOU REALLY EXISTS?â
A part of Yuno wanted to scream. They didn't seem angry but damn, their writing was even worst now.
âYes, I do exist. I apologize for not writing beforeâ
âIt's ok! I thought you just weren't born yet! Where are you? When can we meet?â
Well, they were surely energetic.
âI am prince Yuno. Tell me where are you and we can meet even tomorrow. â
Yuno realized it looked like an order right after writing it, so he quickly added
âIf you can and if you want, of courseâ
He didn't get an answer for a while. The ink disappeared and Yuno wondered what did he do wrong. Maybe they hated the royal family?
âPBEDV7N VWUH says that names aren't shown correctly because it's really late and we should sleep right now! Maybe if we talk during the day we can see them! Good night! â
Yuno replied with the same words, while starring at the random letters he supposed were the name of someone.
He never heard of a condition like that. His parents found each other when they were still children too. His mother wrote her first message when she was six and his father answered immediately. Yuno's father was a noble and the meeting with the royal family was arranged in some days, with the result of his father being accepted into the royal family without any issues. Neither of them ever mentioned problem of any kind, like not being able to read what the other was saying. They were lucky enough to grow up together and Yuno always hoped he could have the same luck as them.
It seemed it wouldn't have been that easy for him.
Since that day they wrote to each other every time the other boy could. Sometimes Yuno wrote random information of what he was doing, his wishes or anything that crossed his mind. He wanted to let the other know he remembered him and that he wanted to find him as soon as possible. The other guy tried to do the same as often as he could, but Yuno had guessed that his mother was right and his soulmate didn't have much money to spare. Yuno tried to convince him that he was fine even if they couldn't talk much, but the other tried his best to write to him everything major that happened to him, often followed by cute tiny hearts, and that alone warmed Yuno's heart, making him giggle with a sweet smile.
Yuno was sitting at the table having lunch with his parent, when he felt his left arm cold. He stopped eating and run to find ink, feeling his muscles tensing every seconds that passed.
He wasn't supposed to feel cold.
When your soulmate wrote to you, you are only supposed to feel warm. Like when it was snowing and you come back home with the fire there to make you forget the chills. Like the sun that touched your skin after winter, announcing the beginning of spring.
Yuno soon reached his room, still feeling like there was  ice all over his arm.
He was sure his handwriting wasn't this worst even when he was learning how to write. He was holding his left arm, strong enough to be painful, but at that moment he couldn't feel the pain. He was probably going to break his own arm, when his mother's gentle touch made him lose the grip. He didn't notice her coming after him, but he was glad she did.
She looked at him with the same gold eyes, holding him gently into her arms. She didn't speak and Yuno was thankful for it. He didn't want to talk about it, everything that crossed his mind was too scary to say it loud.
Did it get cold because his soulmate was injured? Was he in danger? And if that were the case, how was he supposed to find him? He didn't know anything about where he lived. Yuno clung to his mother, with tears falling down without his control, hoping that was all a nightmare and that he would have soon wake up from it.
The cold didn't disappear for several minutes, with the growing of Yuno's worry. And then, as suddenly as it came, it disappeared.
Yuno couldn't take a breath of relief, because the cold was replaced by hot. Too hot. Yuno felt like his arm was burning from inside and fell on the floor in pain holding his arm, deaf to his mother's words of worry.
Unlike the cold feeling, this one didn't last more than mere seconds, but it was ten times stronger.
Only after he calmed himself with some deep breaths, he dared to look at the origin of the pain.
Yuno observed the ink while it slowly created not words, but what he guessed was a picture. His eyes never leaving the figure the soulmate magic was making over his arm. The first thing he saw was a building. Next appeared the surroundings of it, with trees and some little figures. Then an enormous thing was drawn right next to it.
âA skeleton?â he heard his mother whisper.
Yuno didn't answer, too busy looking at the drawing that was now getting the stunning colours of sunset.
When the drawing finished Yuno was speechless. He never saw something like that and he couldn't help think it was beautiful. He slowly passed his fingers over the paint, amazed by the art it was in front of him.
Then, right under the drawing that covered half of his arm, Yuno felt warm and then he saw the messy handwriting he was hoping for.
âI dunno if this worked, but if it did, well, I am here... â
So, erm, well, hi. I wrote again lol. I actually posted this on Ao3 too because I really love that site too for fanfic (and there are some yunoasu fics if you want to check itđ)
