3 TWO.

"Say that shit again."

Amaya could only step back in shock. This guy, is her supposed to be soulmate? Glancing back to where the previous beaten male was, he looked scared, trying to scurry away as Daishen is occupied with her. Should she be scared that Daishen is on her or relieved that the male had run?

Amaya took a brief look at Daishen's face but it was almost unnoticeable thanks to the dark, other than that, she did got a good look on his face. She didn't think he's bad looking - He had a sharp, chiseled jawline, curly brown hair, that soft shiny dark skin of his, on God, even with only those, he almost looked perfect.

"I..I'm gonna go now," Amaya stutters out in fear, her hips where the mark is begin throbbing in severe pain, before she could even move a step away, the male had latched his fingers onto her wrist. With a yelp, Amaya felt her body falling back.

"No, no, I wanna hear you say that shit again, what did you say to me?" Daishen mutters out lowly, holding the girl by her neck, fingers dangerously wrapped around her neck and wrist, "Are you insane?" He chuckles, "Baby, I might be," he whispers before pushing the girl forward - not too hard, not too soft, just right for her to be stumbling into a quick run after a slight glance, "I knew she was dumb, but I didn't know she is that dumb," he sighs pulling on his hood above his curly brown hair.

-

Daishen laid down on his bed, mind flooding with thoughts. Ever since he got this tattoo - which meant the age of twelve, he never really did like the thought of meeting his soulmate who would say "Are you insane?" at their first meeting, but as he grow up over the years, he began hating it even more to the point where he would cover the spot where his soulmate mark is. His forearm.

The male had covered his forearm completely with all sort of tattoos, he remembered the vivid words from his mate - Milo Skai, or Em is what he prefers to be called, before he got his forearm covered, "Dai, I don't know man, this doesn't sit right with me, maybe she'll be your one, who knows?"

Daishen Alexander Ryker is not normal.

Everybody around him knows that. Daishen's unhealthy obsession with beating people up, sucking cancer sticks, and going out at night to night clubs to strip clubs. Going from girl to girls when he knows his own soulmate is out there, everyone knows. But none, and I mean none. Had the balls to actually confront him about it, Daishen won't think twice about killing, if he wants to kill, he goes for it.

"Yo, Em, do you think my soulmate will like me?" Daishen asks, Milo's soft statistic noises from the other side of the phone annoys him, but he couldn't do anything. He needed someone he could talk to right now, the male heard Milo sigh exasperatedly, "She probably thinks I'm a criminal, right?"

Milo clicked his tongue, "Daishen, you are a criminal. Nothing is going to change that," he said from the other side, there is one thing that Milo hates in his life, no it's not bugs, no it's not liars, but he hated toxic positivity. Do not bring someone up just so they will be happy is what he always says, "And if home girl leaves you for it, maybe the soulmate system fucked up bro."

Daishen hums in reply, "You're right, she looks scared shitless earlier."

"Why do you care now Dai? You didn't care when you decided to pick up chicks from the strip club in the city," Milo blurt it out, "Plus, maybe she didn't really expect you to be some sort of criminal, I don't know girl shit man."

Daishen musters out a deep chuckle, he didn't even know why he cared now, maybe the fact that Amaya didn't really care for her well-being but care for that male he had beaten in the alleyway, "Yeah, I'm gonna go now, thanks for the small pep-talk man," he bids goodbye before hanging up the call. Once Milo's voice was no longer there, Daishen threw his phone to the bed, walking towards his balcony.

Putting on his black hoodie, he jumped off of his second story apartment. It wasn't too tall, but enough to break someone's legs, Daishen was used to jumping off his balcony. He's had different kind of people chasing after him - barging into his apartment, and ruining it all, it doesn't bother him anymore at this point.

The male pulled his hood above his head, donning a gray hand-made scarf his grandmother made for him just a few years before her death - somehow the only person who he cares about and the only person who cares about him is the first one to be taken away, the homely smell on the scarf still smells like her.

Daishen never really did like home, I mean, having a drug addict as a father and a prostitute as a mother? Daishen's childhood was never really normal, it was full of misery. Everyday meant hell for him, maybe that's why his grandma decided to just take him in when he appeared on her doorsteps one night.

She asks no questions and pulled him in, knowing what he's been through.

He misses her.

The only reason he was living in today's bullshit society is for one reason, his grandma told him so. And he will do it.

Maybe, just maybe, he could find home again in his soulmate.

-

"Honey? You have been looking kind of pale, are you sure you're okay? You don't have to go to work tomorrow you know?" Amaya heard her mother saying, all she wanted to say was that she had found her soulmate and that he's not what everyone had expected, "Maya?"

"Oh, yeah? I'm just kind of tired," Amaya nervously laugh as her mother grips on her hand.

You know, mothers just know when you're lying.

"Baby did something happen while you were outside?" She asks, not even sparing a glance at her own daughter knowing damn well she had been caught, "What happened? Is it a boy? Your soulmate perhaps?"

Chuckling, Amaya shakes her head, "You never cease to amaze me mama," she spoke softly, squeezing back her mother's hand, "He's not what I expect him to be mama, I don't know if I should be scared or angry," Amaya explains, "Meeting a soulmate is supposed to be special ma, but I met him when he's beating someone up. He looks...scary, I'm afraid that he'll hurt me."

The woman who has only been hearing her daughter's thoughts lightly slaps her on the arm, a pained groan seeps past Amaya's lips as her mother giggled, "What was that for mama?" hiss Amaya, rubbing her arm softly.

"Baby, nobody can't change him as a person. But you - you can be the reason for him to change."