Hey internet people! This is my first time writing a Shingeki no Kyojin fanfiction so be kind to me if I get anything canonically wrong. It's mostly Jean's point of view. Oh yeah, there's Alive!Marco too! Well, here I go, enjoy!
Truth: Stranger than Fiction
Black hair is beautiful. I don't care what anyone says. Just look at those flowing locks resting on the shoulders of the ever stunning Mikasa Ackerman. I watched as she sat at her usual table along with Eren and Armin. I never understood why she liked Eren so much. It wasn't fair at all.
Those three were joined to the hip as if they were related. Unless they are related...No way, they don't look anything alike. Especially with Armin's blonde hair and blue eyes.
I can't get anywhere near Mikasa without Eren being there to bitch at me. There's no way in hell I'd try to be nice to Eren even if it meant I could get closer to the raven haired beauty. My eyes wondered to Armin who was shyly laughing at something Eren said.
Armin was a good kid. He never pisses me off as much as Eren does. He was also probably the smartest kid I've ever met. I could understand why Mikasa was friends with him. Maybe if I hung around Armin, there's a good chance that Mikasa would recognize me as a human being that exists! I mean, not that she hasn't already. No woman could resist my good looks.
"Hey, Jean. What are you staring at?" Marco's voice interrupted my thoughts. "You've been looking over at that table for literally fifteen minutes. Let me guess, you're looking at Mikasa again?" he guessed practically.
"I can't help it. Just look at her she's gorgeous!" I swooned. "I was just thinking up some ways on how to get closer to her you know. I have to take baby steps to reach the day when she and I could make a life together or something." I said as I imagined a big wedding.
"Wow, you are a big dreamer. I respect you for that." Marco said. I sensed almost the slightest hint of sarcasm in his words.
"What? You don't think I could do it?" I scowled at him. Marco put his hands up defensively with a humorous grin on his freckled face.
"I never said that! Mikasa's just...you know...All she cares about is Eren. I never seen her willingly hang out with anyone else beside Armin." Marco chuckled. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"I thought of a plan though," I told him. "All I need to do is squeeze myself into their little threesome over there." I gestured over to Mikasa, Armin, and Eren.
"That's sounds wrong..."
"Get your head out of the gutter, Marco. I just need to get Armin to like me at the least. Mikasa will have to notice me then." I said. Marco shrugged.
"Well, that won't be hard. Armin is a nice guy. How are you going to deal with Eren though. last time I checked, Eren doesn't enjoy your company all too well." Marco said then casually took a drink from his cup.
"Who cares what he thinks. I'm not going out of my way trying to impress him. Making friends with Armin will be the easy part. But I'm sure the rest will be smooth sailing." Half of me was really confident of my words, but the other half not so much. I mean, Mikasa has barely said three words to me the entire time I've known her. I guess it's better late than never right?
I let out a long yawn despite the current situation we were in. There was a reported breach on the northwest part of the wall. No one was actually sure since the damage was supposedly on the outside of the wall.
It was six am and the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Everyone wasn't too thrilled about going outside the wall. That practically meant imminent doom. We had to saddle up our horses and hook up to our 3D maneuvering gear before we set out.
As I was getting ready to hop on my horse I spotted Armin not too far away. It looked like he was having some trouble with his horses saddle. I saw this window of opportunity and I took it. I quickly sauntered to the shorter boy.
"Need some help?" I said as I popped up behind him. Armin jumped a little from my sudden appearance. "Here, I got it for you." I was showing off just a tiny bit by securely fastening his materials onto the horse.
"O-oh, thank you, Jean! You didn't have to..." Armin said with a slight blush on his face. I patted him on the shoulder.
"No thanks necessary, Armin. What are friends for?" With that I walked away. Yeah, that's it. Do small gestures first. No need to dive in head first.
Once we were outside the wall, tensions were high as they usually were whenever we come out here. We were being led by Hanji and Irvin as they were all the way up front. I stuck to the left flank trotting next to Marco.
So far there were no titans since morning had just arrived. It won't take long for them to catch wind of us. Damn, where the hell is this so called breach? It wasn't until fifteen minutes later until we here loud foot steps out in the distance. Frightened gasps rang out in our group.
"Stay calm, everyone we'll pick up the pace." I heard Hanji's voice. Our horses speed went from trots to canters. Up ahead we came across what looked like three 13 meter class titans clawing at the wall producing a wide gouge in the concrete. Damn deviants. I thought.
At their feet, there like six or seven 5-7 meter class titans that were just standing around until they spotted us coming at them. Like zombies they came lumbering toward us. "Deviants~, man it's too bad we don't have the gear to capture them!" Hanji sighed.
Irvin signaled everyone to get battle ready. I hated situations like this the most. This is about the time when all you think about is not getting eaten. No matter how successful the mission, you always have to painfully listen to all the people who has died.
After the first titan that was taken down by Hanji, that's when everything heated up. Some people tried to seek refuge in the trees while others like Mikasa, Eren, Hanji, Irvin, and others were engaged in battle.
I jumped in to help too, but I was secretly hoping they would kill the titans before I have to engage battle. We just need to killed enough of them so that they would stop trying to claw at the wall. It's not deep enough where we have to repair it right away. I could hear Hanji apologizing dramatically as she killed one of the deviants.
I almost got caught by one of those shitty 5 meter class titans. Those things were fast! I got caught in the canopy of a tree. I couldn't see it, but the last of the deviants was killed. We were finally ordered to retreat.
I took a look around at our troop as we returned to the safety of the walls. It was always hard to watch. There was people crying from the people who didn't make it, There was people limping from broken bones or even missing limbs.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted Marco sitting by the horses water troth. He was with Armin sitting on a box while the blonde tended to his wounds. I bounded up to them. "Marco, I couldn't find you anywhere, you could've given me a heart attack."
"Oh, I'm fine. But what about you? You look a little beat up yourself." Marco told me.
"I could help you patch up." Armin offered with kind eyes as he stood up. I rubbed the back of my head and smiled at him.
"It's ok, I'm not-"
"Jean, your bleeding!" Armin's eyes widen as he looked at my side. I looked down with confusion. Right under my jacket there was a growing patch of blood on my shirt. I started to feel dizzy.
"How did that get there." I said as I plopped down on the grass. I took off my jacket before Armin lifted up his shirt. I craned my neck to try and see the damage. There was a long gash on the side across my ribs. "I must have scraped myself pretty bad on those trees." I chuckled.
I took my shirt off to let Armin treat me. "This will hurt a bit." he said before he poured alcohol on my wound. I winced at the pain. "Sorry" he apologized. "On the bright side, it doesn't need stitches." I watched as he wrapped the bandages around my torso. You know, I've never seen Armin up this close before.
He had a soft bottom nose and sparkly blue eyes. Armin's round face made him look a lot younger than he was and even a little feminine. His thin eyebrows were slightly pulled together with concentration. I could see a slight amount of pink that dusted his cheeks. My eyes unconsciously moved to his soft looking lips.
Whoa whoa whoa, freeze! What the hell was that? I thought as my eyes directed to the sky. Armin might have looked a little girly, but he's still a guy! Armin's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Is it tight?"
"What?" I questioned in a panic.
"Are the bandages too tight?" Armin reiterated. His eyes were wide and innocent.
"Oh, no it's fine." I said quickly. I felt like an idiot with a dirty mind. What the hell is wrong with me right now?
"You have a scrape on your forehead here. I'll patch that up too while I'm at it." he said he rubbed an alcohol damp cloth to my head. I winced a bit. "Sorry" Armin's other hand cupped my face. He was too close. I wanted to say something, but for some reason I couldn't. I could feel my face heat up.
I could barely concentrate on what Armin was doing. "There you go." he began to put everything back in the first aid kit. I watched him walk away until a heard Marco clear his throat. I looked over at him. Marco had some kind of knowing smile on his face.
"What?"
"I didn't say anything." he said simply.
"What's with the look?" I questioned. Marco just shrugged. I hate it when he does that. Marco always thinks that he knows things that I don't and it pisses me off. I decided to ignore him and looked back at where Armin went. He was talking with Eren, Mikasa, and Conny.
I must be losing my mind.
I opened my eyes as I was greeted with a clear blue sky. I could feel warm grass beneath me. For some reason I did not want to move. It was like my body was too relaxed as I just laid there admiring the sky.
I heard someone giggle above me. I looked over to see an all too familiar face. "A-armin..." I managed to say. For some reason he was wearing a pretty orange dress that went down to his knees and a big sun hat sat on top of his head. His hair blew gently in the breeze.
"Whatcha doing, sleepy head?" he said. I still couldn't move body as if I was frozen to the spot. Armin walked in front me and step across my chest so that both feet were on each side of my hips.
"Um...Armin. What exactly are you-" I tried to say before he sat on my abdomen. I gasped. I still couldn't move my body to do anything about it. Armin leaned in and put his hands on my face lifting my chin just a bit.
I couldn't help but stare at his body. Armin doesn't have curves like that does he? It was like his face on a woman's body minus the boobs. "I love you, Jean." he whispered.
"Eh?" I could feel myself blush. Armin's angelic face was too much for me to bear. I looked down at those tantalizing lips that I seen before. They moved closer to mine as our faces were merely centimeters apart.
My eyes opened abruptly as I was greeted by Marco's worried face. "Jean, what was that just now?" he asked. "I thought you were having a seizer in you sleep or something."
I sat up and put a hand to my face. What the hell kind of dream was that? It was like the same kind of dream I'd normally have except it was usually Mikasa that would be in it. I must be losing my mind. It was probably nothing anyway. Dreams were always meant to fuck with your mind. Right?
Tell me how you think ne? I don't want it to be too graphic and violent, I'll be trying to avoid that. See ya soon!