The time Jean and Eren made a bet
"You are such an ass"
As soon as the remark was said the various trainee squads stopped
their chatter, an air of tension suddenly filling the dining hall that
made some shift uncomfortably in their seats. Most of the newer
recruits were confused by this sudden change, flicking their eyes
amongst the other trainees hoping someone would be kind enough to
explain. The only ones unaffected by the atmosphere were the members
of the 104 Squad, some continuing their conversations, others idly
picking at (or in Sasha's case, inhaling) the food on their plates.
All of them were used to this.
Jean looked up from his plate, leaned back on his chair to see Eren
giving him a dirty look. His usual scowl seemed even more scowlier,
Jean thought, is that even a word. He shook his head a bit to clear
his thoughts, before he abruptly stood from his seat. His best friend
Marco, who sat next to him, rolled his eyes at the macho display.
"The fuck you said, Yeager? I haven't done shit." Jean sneered, a
cocky smirked plastered on his face, "But hey, if you need to blow
some steam off I'd be happy to put you in your pl—"
"Shut your horse-face up and quit ogling at Mikasa." Eren's voice was
monotone with slight irritation in it. Glancing over to his adopted
sister, who was currently teasing Sasha with her bread, was completely
unaware of the exchange going on. His eyes soften for a second before
returning to glare at the boy across the hall. "You never seem to take
a hint, so why not just fuck off already. It's not like any girl here
would be interested in—"
"You fucking shut it! Like you're one to talk, I've never even seen
you look at a girl let alone talk to one!"
"That's because this is a training camp! Not some place where
frustrated losers go to hook up!"
"Oh right, I forgot about Mister
I'll-kill-all-the-titans-and-join-the-corps-like-t he-suicidal-bastard-I-am
Yeager!"
"Right, because you're so going to be in Military Police! I bet you
won't even make it in the Top Ten!"
"Oh yeah! Well I bet you're going to die a virgin!"
"What does that have to do with anything! Stupid horse-face!"
Armin suddenly shot from his seat, his chair hitting the floor with a
loud thud. The whole place held its breath, startled by the seemingly
harmless blonde's behavior; Armin glanced between the hotheaded boys.
Jean and Eren exchanged nervous glances at each other, waiting for
something most likely unpleasant to happen.
Armin just sighed, rubbing the palms of his hand on his head. "Look"
he stated, "There's a easier way to settle this." Without having to
bicker like a bunch of idiots…
This led to the beginning of a very awkward experience for Squad 104
and the rest of the Training Camp
A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while since I wrote something and I'm pretty sure this was not the best. Still, thanks to anyone who reads and reviews, I really appreciate it more then you guys can know. This, of course is just a introduction to a multi-chapter fic I'm planning. I have most of them planned out so yeah. Unless, I'm busy which I most likely will be) but I will try my best to update when I can. Honestly, this is my way of dealing with the pain that is SNK ya feel me. Also, this was beta by my close friend Shivaquinn, so I'd like to thank her as well.
I hoped you enjoyed! :T