Chapter 1: Finders, Keepers

Everyone is born with a mark on their skin, a symbol of something significant to their soulmate. It could be anything from a word to a number to a shape. The difficulty is determining what the mark means, and Arthur thinks that's the stupidest part of this whole "soulmate" thing. How many people actually find their soulmates when all they have to go on is something as insignificant as what amounts to a birthmark?

Arthur's is really ridiculous. It's...well, it's so ridiculous Arthur knows that even if he manages to find out who his soulmate is - and why on earth this thing is so special to him - he'll be so horrendously ridiculous that Arthur won't be able to like him even if he tried.