The Missing Piece

Thursday, August 3rd, 2017 10:01 am
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I joined a creative writing group irl this year and they produce a booklet of submitted stories every couple of years, submissions had to be either one story or a collection of stories under 2000 words. So I reworked and expanded on the prompt swap that I did for Peanut_Emma at Christmas. I un-Mindcrackified a couple of the names for my writing group, but have changed Vechs' name back to post the reworked story here, left Zisteau's as Tyler due to it being an AU.

So please enjoy this reworked version.

Also here's a link to the original prompt swap version:
http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/1168104.html#cutid1



The alarm blared and the blonde teenager rolled over in bed to turn it off, grunting and pulling the duvet over his head.

“Tyler,” his mother called from the bottom of the stairs, “I heard that alarm, get a move on or you’ll be late for school.”

“Just 5 more minutes!” he called back poking his head out from under the duvet.

“Well ok then, but I guess I’ll just have to eat all of the pancakes myself, and here I thought that blueberry was your favourite…”

Tyler’s mind went from fuzzy to wide awake at the mention of his favourite breakfast and the smell that now wafted up the stairs.

“I’ll be down in 10 minutes mom, don’t eat my pancakes!”

“I knew that’d make you move,” his mother replied, giggling.

Tyler sat up and stretched, his gaze taking in the half-unpacked boxes littering his room and the landing outside his bedroom door. He scratched at his wrist where his soul tattoo was, he looked down at it, a tree with a gap in the middle of the branches that sat on a little patch of ground.

As he got washed and dressed he remembered what his mother had told him of soul tattoos, that everyone had one that was one piece of a whole picture and that when you met your soul mate your tattoos would join and you’d both have matching pictures; of course, until you hit puberty the tattoo was just a shapeless blob, Tyler grinned remembering how he’d whooped with joy when the tree had appeared on his wrist. He still hadn’t found his soul mate yet and there felt like there was a gap that felt empty and lonely until you met your soul mate; but everyone always did meet theirs eventually sometimes it just took a while, no one knew how, just everyone always did, some people said it was fate, and others said it was whatever magic that made the tattoos that drew the missing pieces together.

“These pancakes are looking tastier by the second Tyler!” his mom called snapping him out of his roaming thoughts.

“Just coming!” he replied grabbing his rucksack and heading downstairs.

Tyler had just enough time to finish his breakfast before the bus arrived, he hopped on and headed to the back of the bus amidst a sea of unfamiliar faces. Here was the reason he’d wanted to go back to sleep this morning, being the new kid in the middle of term was not something he had been looking forward to.

As the bus stopped outside of the school he breathed a small sigh of relief that at least he already had his schedule, locker number and combination as his mom had collected them last Friday when they’d arrived in town and the school had seen no point in him starting halfway through the day. He headed inside and took out his schedule which had a layout of the school on the back of it and began to head through the maze of corridors to his locker.

The warning bell for the start of class went. Tyler sped up his locker should be on his left in this corridor, and then his first class was luckily just around the corner. He looked up from the map to look for his locker number 1337, as he did so he noticed a group of teens the same age as him chatting on the other side of the emptying corridor. As Tyler passed them he suddenly felt woozy, and stumbled into the lockers on the left of the corridor and he was sure as he slid to the floor that one of the guys in the group opposite had also fell to the floor.

A moment passed and Tyler carefully stood up shaking his head to clear it, his wrist was tingling and he scratched it absentmindedly; however, when he moved his hand he gasped, the patch of ground his tree sat on was now surrounded by a lake…but who…his head snapped up to look across the corridor just as the black-haired guy who had also collapsed looked up. Tyler’s brown eyes locked with a pair of blue eyes across the corridor, a moment of silence passed before both boys let out an excited whoop and met in the middle of the corridor in a hug that was tangle of arms and nervous but excited introductions.

The black-haired guy, Vechs, beamed at Tyler as held their wrists side by side to see their completed picture and Tyler couldn’t help but beam back.
“Why is there still a gap in the top of the tree?” one of Vechs’ friends asked quietly.
Tyler and Vechs’ smiles gave way to looks of confusion as they looked down, there was indeed still a gap in the top of lake surrounded tree that now adorned both their wrists. They looked up at each other just as the final bell rang to signal the start of class.

………

He couldn’t be late, not today, not again. He needed this job, having recently moved here and needing to pay rent on his tiny apartment. He sighed and increased his pace, walking quickly along the sidewalk, his nerves jangling and breathing hard, forming puffs of white in the cold autumn air in front of him. He glanced down at his watch and his eye caught his tattoo, a little wooden hut, peeking just over the sleeve of his coat.

“One day maybe I’ll find the rest of this picture…” He was so lost in thought that he nearly overshot the coffee shop, stumbling to a stop in front of it.

“Deep breath Kurt, keep calm, you’ll be fine, you’re only late by 5 minutes.” Kurt took a deep breath and opened the door to the coffee shop, barely taking two steps into before the manager was beside him.

“Second day in a row you’ve been late, Kurt, that makes 5 now. If it happens again you’re out of here, you’ve not even been here a month yet,” Chester said, scowling up at Kurt. Despite his small stature, the red-haired manager was very intimidating.

“I’m sorry Sir…I got here as fast as I could…” Kurt stammered.

“Tch, save the excuses and get to work.” Chester walked away and disappeared into his office.

Kurt sighed and quickly dumped his coat and bag in the break room, put on his apron and grabbed a bus tray. The morning rush had ended and many of the tables were cluttered with the remains of morning coffee meetings and rushed breakfasts.

Kurt had just cleared the corner table and was walking towards the counter where his colleague was serving a couple. Both men were tall, one with short black hair, the other with short blonde hair. Kurt suddenly felt woozy and his wrist tingled, his vision blurred slightly but he could swear that the couple at the counter buckled slightly too.

There was an almighty crash as the overflowing bus tray hit the floor, broken china scattering across the floor of the almost empty coffee shop. Kurt found himself being helped to his feet by the couple who were both smiling at him.

“THE HELL WAS THAT!” Chester shouted from his office.

Kurt looked down at the broken cups and upended bus tray, and then up at Chester storming out of his office.

“Dangit…”

“What the hell Kurt! That’s it! You’re fired! Get your things and go! I’ll be taking these damages out of your last paycheque,” Chester fumed, face turning as red as his hair.

“Sir, please calm down, there’s no reason to fire him, we’ll gladly pay for these damages,” the blonde man said.

“This is none of your concern, this is between myself and my former employee. So kindly pick up your order and back off.”

“Wow, you seem like such a great manager, doesn’t he, Tyler?” the black-haired man retorted sarcastically. “Tell you what…” the black-haired man looked down at Chester’s name badge, “…Chester, geez really? Chester? Anyway, fuck you Chester! You’re going to give this young man his full paycheque and offer him his job back, though I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t take the offer seeing as he has to work for you.”

“And just why the hell would I do that?” Chester glared up at the black-haired man.

“Because if you don’t then you’ll be on the receiving end of one of the worst reviews I’ve ever written. The name Vechs Davion mean anything to you?” the black-haired man, Vechs, leaned down, smirking at Chester.

“The famous coffee shop blogger?” Chester’s face paled. Kurt had never seen his anger go from 60 to 0 so quickly.

“Yup, the one and the same. So, what’ll it be, Chester?”

“Um…Kurt…I…” Chester coughed nervously, “…I would like you offer you your job back and…I…won’t take the money for this out of your paycheque.” Chester gritted his teeth at the last bit and attempted a smile, “Whaddya say Kurt?”

Kurt was stunned, who were these guys and why had they jumped to his defence, though he was happy that they had, he looked over to Vechs and the blonde man, Tyler, who were still smiling at him and felt a rush of warmth and confidence.

“Thanks, but no thanks Chester, I’ll look forward to my last paycheque.” I must be crazy Kurt thought as he went to fetch his things from the break room, walking away from a stunned Chester who turned to the couple and was pleading for a good review.

As Kurt was pulling on his coat, he noticed that his wrist was tingling, and realised that it had been since he’d collapsed. He looked down at his wrist, eyes widening as the little wooden hut on his wrist that now sat proudly in the top of an oak tree on a little island in the middle of a lake, but who? His thoughts flashed to Vechs and Tyler, one of them? Surely not- they were already a couple. He finished putting his coat on and grabbed his bag, wandering out of the break room still staring at his wrist, bumping into someone as he stepped back into the shop.

“Ooof…sorry…” Kurt looked up into the beaming faces of Vechs and Tyler, “Thanks for coming to my def…” Kurt was cut off by a hug from both. “Ummm…ooook?”

“I’m so happy we’ve found you!” Vechs squeaked, “Look you were the missing piece of our picture!” Vechs rolled up his sleeve to show the same picture that now resided on Kurt’s wrist.

“Yeah, a 3-piece tattoo picture is so rare people thought it was just a myth,” Tyler added also rolling up his sleeve to show the same tattoo.

“I have two soulmates?” Kurt said softly, confused but so happy that he’d finally found the other parts of his picture. Tears started to form and he quickly found himself in the middle of another hug.

“C’mon Kurt, let’s go grab a coffee and we’ll all get to know each other,” Vechs said ending the hug and grabbing Kurt by the arm, making Tyler laugh.

“Ummm…Vechs, we’re already in a coffee shop?”

“Yeah, I know that, but I know this great little place and it’s not run by a complete tool, so let’s go.” Vechs looked back over his shoulder as he grabbed Kurt’s right hand and guided him towards the door.

Kurt looked back and grabbed Tyler’s hand with his left as they both laughed, leaving Chester’s coffee shop in a chain as Vechs dragged them out into the autumn chill.

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