AN-WOOP! Jean x Marco story. Probably going to be sad for like a short second, but yeah.

Warning: Rating will most likely change. Eventual yaoi. AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin, and even if I did I wouldn't change it. It's a wonderful manga/anime.

Fear... Sadness... Anger? What were those feelings that coursed through my body when I found the cold corpse of my close friend. I wanted to reach out and embrace the body lying before me, but /fear/ got the best of me. It rooted my feet to the ground and would not let me go. I could only stare into his sole lifeless eye. Something clenched my heart as realization kicked in... He was dead and was not coming back. Ah, that's what that feeling of tightness in my chest was; sadness. My fists could not clench, all I could do was tremble in anger. 'How did he die?' Was what repeated in my head. 'I don't even know how he died.'

"-ean! Oi! Jean!" A dark haired male shook the shoulder of his sleeping male companion. Jean's eyes opened slowly, blinking a couple times to get the sleep out. He palmed his eyelids and gave a small grunt. As the blonde tried to get up, a sharp pain shot in his neck. He grunted as he closed his eyes shut. The male brought his hand up to his neck, rubbing it to ease his tense muscles.

'Last time I'm sleeping upright.' Slowly the young male opened his eyes again, taking in his surroundings. 'Roof? Oh...right...I'm in school.' Jean glanced at his friend, Marco, sideways. 'It was just a dream...' He huffed frustratingly and grasped the raven-haired male's necktie, tugging it towards himself and making Marco splutter, surprised at the sudden action. Marco's head fell to Jean's chest with a soft thud.

"I had a bad dream. Maybe even a nightmare." Jean embraced the older of the two like he wanted to in his dream.

"I know. You were shaking and whimpering. So I woke you up." Marco replied, but Jean didn't lighten up and continued clutching onto the other for dear life. "You wanna talk about it?" The blonde shook his head, no.

"I don't want to." He was surprised by the feeling of wet streams down his face and figured it was tears. 'Funny...I couldn't cry while his dead body was in front of me, but with the living-breathing Marco I fall apart.'

"Okay." Marco breathed into Jean's chest, simply returning the hug and nuzzling closer. Their relationship was comfortable. It wasn't awkward, nor was it romantic. It was like they were simply brothers, and to Jean, that's /all/ he wanted.

Yeah, it was perfect...until...

"Jean! Watch out!" Before he knew what was happening, Marco roughly pushed Jean in the chest, out of the way of danger. Time slowed down and all Jean could see was a big black bus to his right speeding its way towards them.

Rain... He should have stayed inside.

He felt those feelings before...fear...sadness...anger. They came rushing back exactly like his dream. Time froze and in a second, anger was victorious. It consumed his body. 'Not fucking again.' He moved his foot backwards to stop him from tumbling back and instead pushed Marco out of danger.

"Not again." He whispered, and a small smile of accomplishment graced his lips. The bus driver had slammed on the brakes, but it didn't do much in lessening the impact that Jean was soon hit with. He was knocked away a good few feet and he felt as if all of his bones broke in that single hit. But he was okay, he had no regrets. He was able to save his close friend and not be left wondering 'Why did /he/ die and not me?'

"Jean!" Marco ran to Jean's body and cupped his bloody cheek, tears streaming down his own cheeks. Cuts ran along the right side of Jean's face and he held his side with his unharmed hand. Jean stared blankly into the gray sky. The rain pattered on his face. It was cool against his fevered skin and the adrenaline rush was slowly dying down. "Someone! Call 911!" Marco sobbed, breathing in air harshly. He clutched Jean's shirt in his hands, hunched over his body. "Don't leave me." He whispered into the blonde's ear with a quivering lip.

Jean tried his best to turn his head and look into his friend's eyes. Tears fell on his already wet face, and at that point he couldn't tell the difference between the two. His fingertips were cold, and his vision blurred. 'What even happened?'

"Don't worry...I...won't leave you..." He whispered back, eyes becoming heavy and darkness embracing his very soul. His breathing slowed.

"Don't you dare die on me! Jean!" Marco screamed as an ambulance appeared on the scene. Loud sirens filled the air, but despite it, Marco could only hear the faint breathing of Jean become shallower by the second.

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AN- Bet you weren't expecting that :P Jean takes Marco's place~ ah, how this pairing kills me and burns me to very core. I'm an amateur writer, so thanks for reading.