Jean Kirschtein had lived a lot of lives and, as people in what they liked to call 'the modern time' would say, the odds had never been in his favor. Technically according to google, Snk takes place in the future, but thats some bullshit were gonna ignore for the sake of doing what I feel like. I'm the author of this story, go fuck yourself details.
Anyways, he'd learned the hard way that reincarnation was a thing apparently. Even after over a millenium of being born and eventually dying again, he still didn't entirely understand the purpose of it all. What he'd managed to establish was that the only reason he was still stuck in some sort of Groundhog Day-esk situation was that there was something he had to do with his life and until he completed whatever it was, he was to watch history repeat itself over and over.
Oddly enough, he wasn't entirely alone in this Hell-like situation. Throughout time, he ran into different people who he was able to figure out were also reincarnations of people he once knew. The issue was that they never remembered their history as clearly as he did; at most they'd get some sort of deja;vu and would brush it off as nothing. Why this was, he had no idea. Odds were God really hated him.
There was a little bit of hope however, he'd came to the conclusion that Marco existed in every single life he lived regardless of circumstances. Usually fate would wind up bringing them together, and then fate would bring them back apart. As it turns out, the only thing worse than seeing someone you love die once, is seeing them die countless times over a thousand years. Yeah, God really, really must have hated him.
By now, he'd gotten really good at identifying who Marco was in each life. Part of it was probably just the whole lovey-dovey red string of fate or whatever shit you wanted to believe in, but beyond that was the fact that he always kept his freckles no matter what. He was thankful for that much, at least. His freckles were really cute.
In this life, the family he had was extremely rich and lived in an overly decked out house that he didn't care much for. Even after all these years, he still found it impossible to see anyone but his original parents as his real relatives, so he wound up struggling getting along with the people he would stay with. But being rich did have it's perks here and there.
For example, last week he'd been out in town and discovered Marco was working at some coffee shop. Y'know, there's a boy who works at Starbucks. Who is very inspirational. He is very inspirational because of many things. That song is terrible and not funny.
He'd made use of that richness to send him a massive bouquet of roses and an invitation to come over, and now he was pacing around the lobby of his abode, waiting for him to show up. He'd been doing this for over an hour, and was thankful his not-parents weren't around or else he'd never be hearing the end of it from them. They didn't really like the idea of him seeing anybody and were suffocatingly over-protective, but who the hell cares about them. Right now all that mattered was Marco.
A few minutes later, a knocking came upon his chamber door and it wasn't coming from a raven, but you-know-who. Before he could even finish rapping his hand against the door, Jean had already thrown it open and was forcing himself to not immediately just hug him and never let go.
"Are you Jean Kir-"
"Yes, yes, come in, I was expecting you!" He definitely sounded too excited, didn't he? It probably didn't help that he was wearing a suit.
"Aha...well, I figured. I mean, you sent me a bunch of roses and a very...er...kind card." Actually it was tiny handwritten text declaring his love for him. Yes, it was indeed very kind if not maybe just a little bit overboard. But it came from the heart! "Maybe before I accidentally give you the wrong idea I should let you know I don't really swing that way."
"I know, that's fine," Jean agreed. He said that in every single life and in the end he wound up changing his mind anyways. "Come on inside!" Marco stared at him briefly having no idea how to respond to that, and reluctantly followed along anyways.
