She didn't want to believe it.

He of all people, was dead.


Marco Bodt.

He was a nice man, kind, great leadership skills. As she heard from Jean, he wanted to serve under the king. A foolish dream to have in her opinion, only cowards go to such a unit like that. Even if she thought it was foolish to dream such a thing, she could never want to see him in the Survey Corps.

She surprised how kind he was to her, eating with her at dinner, greeting her every morning. Maybe she would be lucky to talk about his day at dinner, and learn about each other slowly. Slowly by time their meetings grew by each second, soon enough Mikasa couldn't wait to see Marco greet her in the morning. His kind smile and warm eyes are he waves to her, her heart raced, goosebumps all over her body. He was perfect in her mind, an creation from the high heavens. It grew shorter when she had more important things to do then talk aimlessly talk with Marco, taking her mind of off Eren. Yes, he annoying and frustrating to deal with; but he was family.


"You want to serve under the king right?" She asked him, putting down her wooden spoon. Surprise was shown on Marco's face when she asked that question, breaking the awkward tension they had moments ago.

"Yeah. Yeah I do." He answered her, fiddling with his spoon. "The tension is coming back again, like always." He thought, sighing. Mikasa was a woman of few words, making it hard to get her make conversation unless it is about Eren. Eren was lucky, lucky to be protected by such a beautiful and unique woman like Mikasa to care about him so much. He couldn't say that Mikasa was all of Eren, but it was darn close to it.

"Oh." She said, staring blankly at her food. "Military Police Brigade is for cowards - at least I have heard they are."

"Well, they maybe are. You may call me a coward, but I am not. I just want to lead humanity to victory." He said. The twinkle in his eye as he said that put Mikasa off guard, he really wasn't a coward after all.


She stared at the body ahead of her, clinching her fist. "Please don't be true!" She thought, biting her lip. Her eyes were getting warm, tears threatening to fall from her face. Of all people, it had to Marco Bodt.

The man she loved.


I know, lame oneshot. I just had to write a fanfic of these two, getting this couple noticable at least a little. It is hard to squeeze this couple in when Jean/Marco is over shadowing it..