Hi! This is an AU starring OCs so I hope you can tolerate stuff like that. I was debating whether or not to upload this b/c of that but I like it a lot so I thought someone would like it too. Basically its a story about how both of their kids are lonely but slowly start to "melt the ice" and become friends. Its got some descriptions of fights and a little cursing so I rated it T.
Disclaimer: I don't own snk.
Enjoy!
Meetings
Drip, drip.
The blood trickled down and off of his tan fingers. His knuckles felt like they were on fire and were white from hitting the bullies several times. His forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat as he looked at the people writhing in pain in the courtyard. Ian Yeager was a piece of work. If it wasn't one problem then it was another.
As far back as he could remember he was picked on for his appearance or background. He liked to stand out from everyone else. He didn't like being told that he only had one choice in life. So Ian wore a gray beenie over his spiky light brown hair. He had a tattoo of a red scarf wrapped around a golden key on his upper right arm. One ear was pierced with a small black button in his earlobe. Ian was seventeen and six foot one. He also had heterochromia in his eyes. One of his eyes was dark blue and the other was bright emerald green. It was almost like he was a mixture between lightness and darkness. Due to this his mother, Mikasa, called him her sunset. The sunset was the time of day that darkness met lightness. Ian thought it was a dumb name. Just his appearance alone caused problems for him. Some people don't like others who are different, so they pick fights with him.
Then there was his past.
His mother and father had worked as assassins for a long while. They had done things that would make anyone more than scarred for life. However his mother got pregnant with him and his family moved into the city of Maria. Now his family made an honest living. People eventually found out who they were and gave them shit for it. Students wanted to pick fights with him, whether it be for his parents actions or just to see if they were stronger than two assassins' kid.
Ian was used to it. His mother and father both taught him how to fight at a very young age. Today was just another case of someone trying to beat him for his being different. Damn, he thought. He had gotten blood on his white shirt and black jacket. Standard school uniforms consisted of black jackets, white shirts, thin black neckties, and nice black trousers. Despite his rebellious streak, he actually liked having an excuse to wear nice clothes.
"Ah shit," he mumbled under his breath when he saw her. Isabelle Zoe. She was the class rep for his class. She was also a smart and a rather good-looking girl, but a huge pain in the ass for Ian. She followed every rule there was to follow which means he would be taking a trip to the administrative office for fighting on school grounds. She had her dark brown hair in an intricate ponytail and wore the same outfit as he did, only with a dark skirt instead of pants. Her brown eyes stared at him through glasses.
"Fighting again I see. Ian Yeager from class 2-B. He has been in eleven fights on school grounds, has average grades, sits in the seat next to me, and often breaks dress code." she said in a monotone voice.
"You're so cynical," he hissed at her as he rubbed his hands and looked down at the students that jumped him. "Besides, it was self-defense," he glared at her.
"I'm still reporting this either way," she said turning her back at him. "Oh, by the way, if I'm cynical then you're an asshole," she hissed. Ian just groaned and watched as she sauntered over to the school building.
"Dammit Ian. Why are you always fighting?" his father's voice was a mixture of disappointment and anger.
"It's not my fault. They keep attacking me. The administrators just let me off without any trouble understanding this," Ian retorted angrily. He was staring out of the car window as his father drove him home.
"Even so, you didn't have to go that far. Just because someone swings at you doesn't mean you break their nose and jaw," his father quickly responded to his son's attitude.
"Whatever," he muffled under his breath.
"Your mother isn't gonna be happy," Eren continued. Ian just sighed thinking about how bad it was gonna be when he saw his mother. She was very loving, but was the scariest person he knew.
"Ian did what?! This is why you have no friends! You do dumb shit like get into fights and get tattoos. You refuse to make something of your life! I've repeatedly told you that you should join an MMA club at school and put your talent of fighting to use. But all you want to do is make trouble! Is this what you want for a lifestyle? You're walking down the wrong path, and you're soon going to be in a situation that's too tough for you to get out of. I just want the best for my son. Go to your room. No dinner for you," his mother, Mikasa, finished practically steaming with anger. Ian walked into his room avoiding her dark gaze.
"Dammit!" he yelled as he closed his door. Every word that came out of her mouth was right, and he hated it. He hated how her anger faded into genuine disappointment in her only son. He just walked over and laid on his he stared at his ceiling, he thought about her words.
"Friends, huh?" he thought about a certain dark haired brunette. He just laughed out loud. "No way in hell is that happening," he mumbled out as he drifted off to sleep.
"Turn to page one hundred thirty two in your books class," Ms. Ral said to class 2-B. Ian turned the pages in his poetry book carefully so he didn't rip the coarse white paper. Ms. Ral instructed a student to read the poem Alone by Edgar Allen Poe aloud to the class. Ian just leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. Isabelle glanced at Ian with disdain in her eyes. She didn't like his attitude and how he presented himself. He always got into fights and broke school dress code. What an ass, she thought. However, her eyes grew wide as she noticed it. She was shocked.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
Ian was mouthing the words to the poem. He knew it by heart. He was a silent poet. Was he smarter than he looked? Her mind raced. He has to be if he can recite this by heart. What else didn't she know about him? The poem had ended and she realized she had been gawking at him for a little too long. Ian looked at her with a confused look on his face. "What?" he asked agitatedly. She quickly turned hoping he hadn't got the wrong idea. The blood was rushing to her face at a rather fast rate.
"Nothing you should be concerned about," she replied venomously in spite of her crimson cheeks. Ian just scoffed and looked away, mumbling profanities under his breath. Though oddly enough, the entire day Isabelle couldn't stop thinking about the boy she despised.
It was evening time when Isabelle got out of the political club meeting. She was dead tired after all the activities she had participated in. After all, being the top student in her school was a demanding task. It was when she was putting on her shoes to go home when she heard it. Two girls were talking about her oblivious to the fact that she was on the other side of the wall of shoes. Isabelle pressed her ear to the wall.
"What a bitch! She's such a teacher's pet. She probably sucked the administrator's dick to become the top student. There's no way a hoe like her could get grades like that unless she did," the first girl said hatefully.
"Ha! You're right. She's such an ass. Let's get out of here already," the second pretentiously said and they soon started for the door. Isabelle just stood there for a second, staring at the floor. Her brown eyes were ablaze with separate emotions. She then walked towards the door silently.
"Hey hun! I'm making ramen for dinner!" Hanji yelled over the stove as her daughter entered the door and took her shoes off.
"I hate ramen." Levi sighed, sitting at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking tea.
"That's why I'm making it!" Hanji chimed in an ethereal voice. Isabelle just laughed at her parents odd, but somehow charming, relationship.
"How was school?" her father asked in a rather uninterested voice. She definitely had her father's attitude, but her mother's looks and smarts.
"Fine, I suppose," she responded just as uninterested. She sat down at the table and talked with her family.
As she made her way to her room after dinner she felt her eyes start to sting. She quickened her pace so her parents didn't have to hear her sobs. As soon as her door closed she slid down the wall and cried hot tears. This was her daily routine. Put on a brave face and pretend like the world couldn't hurt her. But in reality she was just another weak individual with no one to provide a crutch for her to lean on. In solace was her only time to show weakness. Isabelle always put the rules above people, and her attitude was less than enthusiastic. However, she was a human too. Isabelle had wants, dreams, and longed for company just as much as the next person. For she never had a true friend.
One blue eye and one emerald eye watched the fragile pink blossoms fall to the ground around him. Ian sat on a grassy hill under a cherry blossom tree, holding a lunch box. He always ate lunch in the same place. It was the most beautiful place on school grounds to him. Ian would never admit it, but he secretly had a soft spot for nature. He always ate in solace, but today was different. He had a visitor.
Ian heard her gentle footsteps on the grass behind him. When she finally appeared, Isabelle just sat next to him without saying anything. Ian was getting annoyed but realized how odd it was to have her sit next to him so he said nothing. He watched as she struggled to open the lid to a bottle of tea. What happened next shocked him more than it should have. His eyes widened in shock when he saw tears streaming down her face. She was sobbing uncontrollably. At first he did nothing, but soon couldn't take it. Ian silently reached over and opened it for her. When he gave it back to her she grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go.
"Wha-," he was cut short by her words.
"From the same source I have not taken my sorrow; I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone; and all I loved, I loved alone." Ian's jaw dropped. They were the next lines in the poem. Ian's cheeks started turning crimson at the thought that she had seen him speak the beginning of this poem. He then realized what she was telling him. She felt alone. He just gripped her hand back. And from that moment on, they both had an everlasting friend in this cruel, yet beautiful, world.
How was it? Likey? No likey? I put some serious stuff in this one but chapter 2 has more humor... among other things ;).
On a personal note, my name is Ian and I saw that someone named Eremika's kid Ian so I had to go with that. Also I made Isabelle's last name Zoe because it'd be weird if they were related and had feelings for each other. So lets just pretend Mikasa and Levi aren't related.
Chapter 2 next week. It's already done too.
Hope you enjoyed! ~ ianlazy
