A/N: I hope that I'll be able to finish this huhu

omg I need a life. and more chill time. and more viktuuri. yes. definitely more Viktuuri. the only source of romance in my life. HAHAHAHAHAHA-okay.

edit: WAAAAAAHHHHH I DIDN'T KNOW HOW THE CODES HAPPENED ASDFGHJKL. THANK YOU FOR THAT

edit2: I'm getting pissed, I don't know why but no, it's not supposed to be all bold. I checked it in my Fanfic app and the font is correct, as well as the file itself in the document. So I have absolutely no idea what is happening. asdfghjkl

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Songs heard in the mind

"Songs heard through the ears"

Internal thoughts

CHAPTER 1:

Soulmates. Two separate souls meant for one other. In a world where people hear their soulmate's voice in their mind when their soulmate is singing, 50% find their soulmates. Either by chance like bumping into each other along a random place while the other is singing, by luck where they knew each other and lived in the same neighborhood, or perhaps by purposely seeking for their fated ones. It doesn't matter if you can't carry a tune, your soulmate will always hear you sing, as long as you sing from your heart.

"HA! WHAT'S THIS LITTLE PIGGY?!"

"AWWWW THE LITTLE PIG IS WRITING SOOOONGS!"

"YOU'RE JUST A PIG! YOU SHOULD GIVE UP ON BEING A SINGER BECAUSE NO ONE WILL EVER LISTEN TO A PIG!"

"ALL YOU CAN SAY IS OINK! ISN'T THAT RIGHT PIGGY?!"

"HAHAHAHAHA PIG! PIG! PIG!"

"Kaichou?"

A raven haired teen groaned as he blinked and lifted his head from behind a stack of paper. He put on his glasses that had somehow managed to slip off his face while he dozed off near the paper he was leaning over. He looked around confusedly until his eyes rested on a girl standing in front of the table where he was sitting.

"Ah, Yuu-chan. Gomen, I must have fallen asleep without realizing it." he said as he sheepishly smiled at the brunette who wore a cream-colored blazer with a wine red tie atop a white long sleeve, a plain black skirt and knee high socks, and the standard school shoes. Yuuko smiled at her childhood friend as she gently shook her head and placed a folder on the corner of his table.

"It's fine Yuri. You were probably up all night studying anyway."

Yuuri snorted as he read the text of the paper he fell asleep on, his body going into autopilot as he signed his named on the bottom and stacked it accordingly before taking another paper to repeat the process. He had a few more hours left before the school would close, so he wanted to finish off as many paperwork as he can because he didn't like bringing them at home.

"If you count having to come along my sister to be her escort as studying at least." he replied as his eye brow twitched upon remembering his sister practically barging into his room last night demanding that he be her escort for her award night since she didn't "want any stupid scandal to come up from stupid issues about who her escort is". Yuuko just laughed as she could practically imagine it like she was there when it happened.

"I'm sure Mari-san was happy that she got to spend time with you. Congrats on your sister by the way." She stated fondly as her eyes caught the name plate situated on the front of the male's desk.

STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT

KATSUKI YURI

She felt nostalgic as she remembered the kid in elementary who used to cry as bullies taunted him, the kid who she and their other friend, as well as fellow student council officer Takeshi used to defend him from his bullies, then proceed to cheer the kid up. Yuuri had come so far from the cry baby he used to be, both physically and emotionally. It had started with him befriending Pichit who helped him build up his confidence and introduced him to his friends today. Those people serve as Yuri's officers today, with Pichit being the Vice President. Yuri may only be in his second year of High school, but no one could deny that no one could be better for the job as SC President except for him. He had matured and grown out of the kid who used to be tormented by almost all kinds of insecurities, and she was proud to see that he was no longer affected by them.

Yuuko stared at Yuri before frowning slightly "Well… almost all of them." She thought as she tried to asked lightly,

"Ne, Yuuri? Did you… see him there?"

Yuri stiffened as his grip on his pen tightened slightly, before forcing himself to relax as he looked up at Yuuko and gave a strained smile as he answered,

"No Yuuko, I did not see him there." He noticed her flinch as he called her by her name, "I'm sorry, you know I don't like talking about that Yuu-chan." He replied. Yuuko looked down in guilt before she attempted to talk to her ridiculous friend

"But Yuri! You should know by now that those words were nothing more than lies! Nothing but mere kids being their bratty selves! You are more than deserving for-" Yuuko got cut off when the door opened and a rather buffed teen came in wearing the standard cream coat, midnight-blue necktie over a white long sleeved polo, with black pants.

"Yuuko! I've been looking everywhere for you. Yo Yuri." Takeshi greeted as he stepped in, before pausing as he noticed the tight expression on Yuri's face and the slightly guilty one on Yuuko's. He raised a brow before sighing as he had a light guess on what they could have been talking about, after all, this was a rather common occurrence among their group. But he could see that Yuri was exhausted, which would probably end up with the two arguing so he let it go. For now at least.

"Yuuko your mom is asking where we are. We're supposed to have dinner with your family remember?" Takeshi asked his soulmate. They were 9 and Yuri was 8 when they were playing at the park near the Nishigori Recording studio, when Yuuko started singing. It took Takeshi a few seconds to realize he was hearing double from his mind and from Yuuko, and about a minute for what that could possibly mean to sink in. Their parents were ecstatic, while Yuuko and Takeshi just took it all in stride with small shy smiles. Now they sometimes spent dinner over at their other half's home together with their family.

Yuuko looked hesitantly at Yuri before nodding resignedly at her soulmate as she held his hand. "Bye Yuri." While Takeshi just nodded at him.

"Take care you two." Yuri said as he watched the couple leave, a slight pang of envy in his chest as he saw their loving smiles for each other.

"If only I could… but no. I'm pretty sure that mine was a mistake. We could never be meant for each other…" He thought sadly.

Sighing tiredly, he continued signing the papers at a fast pace, having been used to doing this type of work since middle school. He distracted himself from his previous thoughts as he reminisced about the time where Pichit practically shoved him to be the unwilling middle school student council president, forcing him out of his comfort zone. How his best friend managed to make the student population vote for him, he will never know. But being the kind hearted kid he was, he took his responsibility seriously and somehow managed to satisfy everyone's demands, be it teacher or student. It was just his luck that his so-called good reputation as a president followed him until high school, where he became the SC vice president (while still being a freshman mind you) to a senior who was graduating by then, and practically won the majority of the student population's votes.

"Not that I regret any of it. Had any of that never happened, I would still probably be the bumbling shy person I was prior to meeting Pichit. Being forced out of my comfort zone did wonders on my non-existent socializing skills backthen...Although I would have appreciated it if he hadn't posted all those embarrassing pictures of me around the hallway as 'promotion posters' or whatever he called them." He thought as he shuddered. His best friend had managed to take a picture of Yuri while he was messing around with his guitar in his backyard one hot summer, his hair was slicked back with sweat and his glasses were removed due to the heat fogging them up, his eyes were narrowed in concentration as tuned his acoustic guitar. Somehow the female population found him attractive ever since then, and he'd unwillingly gotten himself a fan club. Pichit was thoroughly amused every time Yuri's locker would overflow with love letters.

He blinked as his phone buzzed, showing a message from his sister.

FROM: Mari-nee-san

Yuri, what time are you coming home?

I need help with my new song.

He blinked again before groaning as he pulled hand over his face. It wasn't a well known fact but he was actually the younger brother of one of the leading singers in the music industry, Mari Katsuki. It wasn't that he was trying to hide it, he just didn't like any attention that was related to having a famous sister. As well, only a few people know that he does in fact, write most of the songs his sister sings. What ticks him off the most was that she kept asking him to help her instead of her songwriter soulmate. He rubbed his temple as he replied

TO: Mari-nee-san

Just leave it in my room.

I know that in the end I'll be the only one working on it anyway.

He was about to put his phone down when it buzzed again

Thanks little bro

He finished off the last few pages of his paperwork before stretching as he stood, his bones cracking from being in the same sitting position for a few hours. He picked up his things before heading to the door, doing a last minute scan of the room to see if he left anything before shutting the door.

I can't sleep tonight
Wide awake and so confused

His steps almost faltered as a deep, smooth voice rang inside his head, caressing every word as the voice sang.

Everything's in line
But I am bruised
I need a voice to echo
I need a light to take me home
I kinda need a hero

"Ah, that's right. He has a concert today" He thought as he shook his head, continuing his walk towards his home as he tried to ignore the voice singing in his head, and the pain he felt in his heart that never seemed to go away despite this happening almost daily.

Is it you?

He passed by a group of squealing teenagers at the side of the road as they stared at their phones that were playing a live concert, their speakers set on full volume.

"I never see the forest for the trees
I could really use your melody
Baby I'm a little blind"

"Kyaaaaah~ Victor's voice is so hot!"

"I know right? I always love to listen to him sing!"

"And he's just so sweet! He always dedicates his songs for his soulmate, hoping that whoever it is will finally go to him!"

"I think it's time for you to find me"

The continued squealing until he could no longer hear them, walking as if he had no care in the world, as if he wasn't trying to ignore the voice in his head, as if he didn't hear the voice in his head and the one from the girls' phone overlap each other in complete sync with one song and voice, as if he wasn't denying that he could practically feel the longing of the voice for someone to reach out to him, to respond to his song.

Can you be my nightingale?
Sing to me
I know you're there

He stopped as he looked at the sea, the sea gulls singing their own songs as they flew across the darkening sky, his coat and tie flapping gently along with his hair as the wind carried it. He watched the sky as it revealed the first star, his soft voice barely even heard as he said,

"Why? Why did it have to be you? You're too far, too bright… I can't reach you… I used to think that I could, but now..." A small tear fell from his eyes as he gave in and let himself be carried away by the voice for a small moment, as he let himself believe for a few minutes that this wasn't a mistake of fate, that whoever owned the voice in his head was really meant for him. Just this once, he'll let himself be blinded by his heart, before locking it away again, away from the publics' eyes, hiding the scars caused by words that never healed, along with the forgotten dreams of a child who used to believe.

You could be my sanity
But bring me peace
Sing me to sleep

A few miles away, a figure was standing in a stage front of a sea of screaming people and flashing lights with his eyes closed, his hands running across the ivory keys of the piano lovingly, his silver hair slightly drenched with sweat as it frames his face. His eyelids opened to reveal a beautiful shade of cerulean blue filled with hidden longing for a voice to hear his unspoken words as he sang

"Say you'll be my nightingale …"

- To be continued~3