Title: Going Nowhere
Disclaimer: I do not own SNK, and I never will!
Pairings: JeanxSasha, KristaxYmir, ErenxMikasa, MarcoxMina, other relationships hinted and mentioned in later chapters.
Warnings: Language, like Jean, Eren and Ymir all have potty mouths here. For now that's the only warning.
Author's Note: I know, I shouldn't have started another multi chapter story while I still have one up too, but I couldn't help myself. The idea wouldn't leave my head so I decided to write it. Hope you all enjoy. And a big thank you to my beta reader, aqua-reina! Thank you so much for bearing with my writing!
Chapter One: You want...what?
Time seemed to come to a standstill as amber orbs meet honey brown ones. Minutes ticked away slowly and felt like hours as an auburn haired woman blinked and replayed her husband's words in her head over again. She briefly wondered if she was really awake or if it all was some dream she was having.
Her mind raced, 'did he really just say what he said?'
Silence filled the room for several more minutes as did the tension.
Feeling uncomfortable and having addressed what he needed to, he got out of the chair making a loud scratching noise against the wood floor of the dining room. He turned around breaking eye contact with his wife. As he walked away to go to the living room, that's when he heard a whispered, "Why?"
The sound of the chair scratching against the floor was what brought the young woman out of her reverie. She watched as her husband as he got up from his place at the table and walk away. She finally found her voice and managed to mutter, "Why?"
As hushed as her tone was, Jean seemed to have heard her, because he stopped in his spot and turned to face her.
She watched as his lips curved downward forming a frown and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as if he was genuinely confused or upset that she didn't know why he had suggested the break.
"Sasha, don't play stupid, you know damn why. So why are you so surprised?"
That did it. The accusation of her playing dumb, made the bubble of anger that was in the pit of her stomach rise and explode.
"I'm not playing stupid Jean!" she shouted, "Why the hell would you even say that to me!?"
Jean watched his wife, his eyes softened and he immediately regretted his choice of words. Nonetheless he let her speak, knowing that it wouldn't end well if he interrupted her now.
Sasha slammed her hands on the table and rose up from her seat.
"We're married Jean! Married! Or did you forget that?" the auburn haired woman cried out, "We're not fifteen or in some relationship you can just break off. You know!" she added.
The ash brown haired male frowned, "I know we aren't fifteen Sasha. But we need this break. As of late all we do is argue about the stupidest things. We're overworked and frankly I'm tired of the cold shoulders you give me. I'm tired of the silent treatments… Damn it Sash, we don't even sleep in the same room anymore!" he yelled out. Taking a breath he added, "I don't want a divorce, but we need to fix this sooner than later, or else that's exactly where we're headed."
Sasha pursed her lips but didn't say anything. Deep down she knew he had a point, but she wouldn't let him know that. She subconsciously let out a breath she hadn't even known she was holding. Glancing up at him, she finally asked, "How long?"
Jean sighed and placed his hands in his pockets. "Two months," he told her, "I think that will be enough time that it would help us."
"I hope you're right." she muttered.
Jean walked over to his wife and place a kiss on her cheek. "I'll be leaving in the morning. I'm staying with Marco for the time being. I'm going to head up to bed. Goodnight." and with those words he turned away and headed to their bedroom.
Sasha watched his retreating form, she bit her lip as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Once he was out of her line of sight, she sat back down on the chair she previously occupied. Staring at the food on the table, she contemplated eating after all she had spent all afternoon cooking his favorite meal as a sort of piece offering. Deciding against it, she pushed the plate away from her. The woman sat in silence until she felt something trickle down her face. She reached up to wipe it off and knew they were tears that she had been trying to hold back earlier. And that did it, she finally broke down.
It was a little after 9 in the morning when Marco heard a knock on the door. Walking over to it, he opened the door a bit to peek outside and see who it was.
"Oh, hey Jean it's you," he said,recognizing him immediately. The freckled male opened the door wider in order for his best friend to walk inside. "Come on in."
Jean raised an eyebrow in question but didn't say anything, grabbing his duffel bag up from the floor he walked inside. Marco closed the door, locked it and followed behind him.
"I knew you were coming over, but I wasn't expecting you this early."
"I said I'd be here in the morning."
"I know but your definition of early is usually after 10 in the morning and today is Saturday."
Jean shrugged and put his duffel bag on the floor beside the sofa. "I wanted to leave before Sasha woke up…" he started saying but trailed off.
Marco gave his friend a sad smile,having understood what he was trying to say.
"You wanted to leave before you saw her and changed your mind?" he asked?
"Tch," the ash brown haired man said, "No."
Marco knew then that he hit the nail right on the head.
Deciding he should wait a little bit before he pressed Jean for any details or asked about the situation he patted his friend's' shoulder.
"Come on I'll show you the room you'll stay in and then we can go out and grab lunch soon, because I don't have any food in my refrigerator."
The sun's rays peeked through the curtains. Sasha mumbled something incoherent and rolled over on her side facing away from the window. Seconds after getting comfortable in her bed, the loud sound of her phone's ringing filled the quiet room.
Groaning she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. As tempted as she was to ignore whoever it was that was calling her and go back to sleep, she knew that it'd be futile. Yawning, the auburn haired woman reached for her phone on the nightstand and flipped it open.
"Hello?" She answered groggily.
"Morning Sasha," she heard a soft but energized voice speak.
"Morning Krista."
"I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Um...not directly no."
"I'm so sorry. I'll call back-"
"Krista it's ok. I'm not going back to sleep. The sun woke me up."
"Ok...if you're sure."
"Yup," she assured her, "so what do you need?"
"Are you busy?"
Sasha glanced at the empty spot in the bed and smiled sadly but nonetheless she answered, "No, I'm free today."
"Oh good. Would you like to have lunch with us?"
"Who's us?" the auburn haired girl responded skeptically.
"Ymir and myself."
"Oh, okay in that case, yes." Sasha said. Maybe a day out with her friends would do her some good.
"Who did you think I meant?" the pretty blonde asked.
"I thought it was a group thing."
"No, not this time, Ymir says she can only stand group get togethers once a month, and even then she complains."
Sasha let out a chuckle. "Sounds like Ymir. But sure, I'm going to get ready. So where do you want to meet up?"
"Ok, can you meet us by the French bistro that's a mile from your condo in say, an hour and a half?"
"Yeah I'll see you there then."
"Oh Jean is more than welcome to come with you." she told her. She heard Ymir in the background let out a groan followed by a 'No' from Ymir
Sasha bit her lip but before she could reply, Krista added quickly, "See you later!" and then she heard a dial tone.
Sighing, Sasha flipped her phone shut and placed it on the nightstand.
Crossing her arms across her chest she frowned. 'Stupid Jean,' she thought to herself, as she got up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Marco watched as Jean stirred the sugar in the coffee cup for the umpteenth time. He also observed his face, he looked tired and his eyes looked dull.
'He misses her,' he thought to himself. Deciding he'd waited enough, he cleared his throat to get his attention.
Jean looked up acknowledging him with a, "Hmm?"
"So do you mind telling me what's going on?" the freckled man asked. "You were very vague over the phone last night."
His friend let out a sigh. "I really don't want to, but I'll tell you anyway."
Marco gave him a sympathetic look. "What brought this on?"
"Marco, all we do is argue."
"Do you mean you both argue or do you argue?"
"I resent that remark and no we both do."
"But all couples argue." he reasoned.
"About everything!" he started explaining. "Like literally stupid shit, for example, if a cup was on a table without a coaster underneath." he paused for a moment. He was hesitant to share what was going on but he figured maybe talking out would make him feel better. And maybe Marco could offer some advice on the situation. "We don't spend anytime with each other because we're both working, and if I'm off she's off at work and vise versa."
"Mmm.." the freckled man said taking a sip from his coffee.
"Then there are days when we're so upset at each other we won't speak for days at a time, Marco, we don't even sleep in the same room anymore. It's gotten to that point and I don't know what to do. That's why I suggested we take a break."
Marco then noticed his friends cheeks turn a pink hue.
"We don't even have sex anymore Marco."
Marco sighed, but continued to listen as his friend vented. "Is there something else you need to tell me?" The ash brown haired male ran a hand through his hair. "Well?" he pressed on.
"She wants kids." he blurted out after seconds of silence.
At his statement Marco raised an eyebrow. "And you...don't?" he asked.
"No...Yes…I don't know, man. I don't know."
'Bingo', Marco thought to himself, 'that's probably the underlining issue.' "It'll be okay man."
"I know. It's just I'm tired of the fights, I'm tired of being so fucking indecisive, she doesn't deserve that."
"Have you ever sat her down and talked to her?"
"She's tried to make conversation about the topic but I always brush it off or find a way to avoid it." Jean admitted.
"Have you thought about seeking couples counseling or therapy?" Jean shook his head.
Marco bit his lip, he wanted to say something but he knew that'd he'd probably flip out on him. It was a miracle that he'd even told him as much as he did, so he remained waitress came up to their table to take their orders. 'I'll save that conversation for another day.' He thought to himself, as he placed his order.
Notes: Hope you all liked the chapter. Let me know what you all think, it'd be much appreciated. Until next time! (I deleted this like a dummy so I'm reposting this and the next chapter will be out later today or tomorrow.)
