Just As Human

- I also have a deviant! -

Jean Kirschtein sat at his table during lunch, along with Marco and Connie. There was another girl that sat with them sometimes. Her name was Angel Harris. Her hair was medium length, brown. Her eyes were Hazel and she appeared to be happy all the time. She was a nice girl, Jean will admit. She mostly talked to Connie when she sat with them though. He usually sees her with Sasha, Armin, Mikasa, Eren, and Christa. Speaking of Jaeger…The little shit was currently spitting out nonsense. Eren's table, God help him, was right next to his. Mikasa and Armin sitting next to him.

"No way! That can't be true!" Angel, who is sitting in front of Eren shouted. She looked slightly troubled as was Christa who sat next to her. Ymir, who sat on the other side of Christa, rolled her eyes. Whatever he was talking about seemed to have set off her bullshit alarm. She looked bored and unamused with Eren's rant.

"I'm telling you guys, it's true!" He insisted. He sounded annoyed. That got Jean interested. Whatever annoyed Eren, Jean would find hysterical. Marco, who apparently was listening to Eren the whole time, spoke up.

"Are Scientists really trying to create human hybrids?" He asked the fuming brunette. Jean scoffed.

"Don't believe that moron. He's just as crazy as his loser dad." Jean spat, scowling at his freckled friend. Honestly. This whole talk about human hybrids and scientists wanting to make humans more sufficient was all bullshit. Eren's Father was also a scientist. A loony one at that.

"The hell did you just say, Kirschtein?!" Eren shot up from his seat abruptly. Jean too stood up on his seat, wearing a shit eating grin.

"I'm saying you're full of shit like your dad, Jaeger!"

Armin stood up along with Mikasa.

"Eren..!" The small blonde pleaded, tugging back his friend's arm. Eren stayed glued to his spot, glaring at Jean.

"One of those damned things killed my mother!" Eren shouted. The cafeteria became awkwardly quiet, eyes staring at them. Feeling awkward and slightly self-conscious, Jean picked up his lunch tray, "Come on, Marco." and left. The dark haired saint smiled apologetically to Eren as he followed Jean.

Later that evening, Jean left Marco's place. He usually went there after school to hangout and finish homework. He couldn't wrap his head around on what Eren said. That little shit. Rumor has been going around that scientists have been messing with DNA, making humans…better? He struggled with coming up with a better word to describe it. Anyway, there was something on the news the other night about an escaped test subject…Jean shook his head, ridding himself of the thought. "As if…" He mumbled.

Giggles and whispers came from an alleyway he was walking by. "Wow…look at her! She's a freak!" The voice sounded like a young boy. Jean narrowed his eyes at those words. Are they bullying a girl? He decided to turn back around and walk down the dark alley. Little did he know that doing so will change his life forever. He will not regret doing this. Ever.

"Let's throw rocks at it." Another boy said. Jean jogged a little faster upon hearing those words. As he got closer he saw two boys that appeared to be around ten, throwing rocks at a girl who was curled up in a corner.

"Hey!" His voice boomed at the younger kids. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He roughly grabbed at one of the boy's wrist and squeezed it tightly. He was furious! Why would they do that to a girl? Are they insane?!

"Ow! Let me go!" The boy shouted and tried to pull away. The other boy began to run off before tripping in his haste then getting back up, running. Jean growled and shoved the smaller boy away from the girl.

"I'm telling my mom!" The child shouted, running away as Jean went to pick up a rock and throw it at him; He missed horribly.

"Go ahead you little shit!" Jean cursed. He then sighed heavily, glancing down at the girl's figure. She was curled up in a corner; it was too dark to see her face.

"Hey…" He said softly, sounding a bit awkward. He was NOT good at being nice towards others, besides Marco and a selected few. He needed to work on his people skills. "You ok..?" What he expected was to get a human voice to reply to him. Not a fierce growl. His eyes widened suddenly. Terrified, he went to step away only to stumble back onto his backside.

"Holy, fuck..!" His heart was beating a mile a minute as he fumbled for his phone, shinning its light in her direction. What the hell is she?! He stared and stared and stared. Trying to process what he was seeing. The girl was backed into the corner, her dress torn and skin decorated with bruises. A scar was on her left cheek and on her right shoulder. Her hair was long and pooled around her, her bangs long and messy. She wore a turquoise colored dress and her breast...Jesus- He snapped his eyes back to her face. What he couldn't comprehend though was the fact that she had cat ears and a tail.

The girl bared her fangs at him and hissed. He suddenly recalled what Eren had said.

"Shit..." He breathed. It was true? What the hell? Shakily, cautiously, he stood up. His heart refused to slow. He fought the urge to run.

Her eyes followed his every move. 'She's in terrible condition.' Jean noted. He cautiously held out his hand towards her. He must be crazy doing this. She could attack him at any moment…

In response, she backed herself further against the wall and hissed again. Instead of being frightened, Jean grew irritated.

"I'm trying to help you, moron!" She glared at him as if she was calling him a liar. That little..! She has some nerve! Here he was trying to be nice and help her, and she wants to refuse! If she didn't look like she'd break if he touched her, he would have just yanked her to her feet.

"Don't look at me like that!" He snapped at her, which caused her to growl. She hadn't budged an inch. She looked pretty beaten up…'She could have trust issues with humans…' He concluded. Those brats didn't help that in the least…He slowly became aware that it was already dark out. His mom will kill him for being late!

"Look," He spoke. "I know you probably don't trust me,"

She bared her fangs at him as if to say, 'Damn right.'

"I can't just leave you here." That would be just wrong. She's injured and someone might try and kill her…Just LOOK at her! But He also can't just bring home some human hybrid of a cat! What will his mom say?! The least he could do is take her home and patch her up. Maybe just send her away later? Make her someone else's problem. He didn't think she was dangerous. He doesn't see hostile in her eyes. He sees fear. She's just scared.

Jean watched nervously as the beaten up girl slowly stood and use the wall as support. Her fierce blue eyes locked on him. Untrusting. Her dress was ripped short and up her thigh. Jean glanced away with an awkward blush.

"I uh…have a place you can stay at. I can feed you too…Maybe try and patch you up." Jean noticed her eyes easing back on her glare. It appeared that she was thinking. Hell, what did he get himself into? He doubted she could talk, considering she has yet to speak to him. Hell, she might not even understand him… He spoke again. Maybe he can convince her he won't hurt her?

"I won't hurt you…You obviously need help. And I'll be damned if I would leave someone here to suffer like this." He frowned at her. "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already done it. You can trust me." He waited a moment to see what she'll do. She did nothing, said nothing. He sighed. "Ok then." He finally said. He huffed and turned away. He gave up. He started his way back home. His thoughts were on the girl. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but what should he have done? Should he go back? Force her with him? Damn, she was already getting on his nerves. Fuck. Could she even fend for herself? Making up his mind, Jean spun around on his hills, planning to run back to the Alleyway. He stopped in his tracks, when he saw a limping figure. It was her. She limped, looking at the ground, trying not to put too much pressure on her right ankle. Huh? She was following him? When she looked up and noticed him standing there, her eyes went wide in alarm before quickly glaring at him. She hissed, warning him. Jean smirked slightly, amused. So she is following.

"We're almost there, don't worry." Her response to him was to glower. Geez…She was moody. Guess he can't blame her. She looked as if she's been through a lot. Probably has. God, he hoped his mom was getting off late today. How was he going to sneak her in? He was stressing himself out.

They walked a few more minutes before stopping at his front door. He turned around to see if she was still present behind him. No…She was gone.

"Damn it…" He mumbled and turned back around to walk inside.

"Mom, I'm home-!" He had to dodge a wooden spoon that had been hurled towards his face.

"You're late!" An older woman's voice came from across the room. She was a plump woman with brown hair tied back in a messy bun.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Jean shouted back, picking up the wooden spoon that had tomato sauce oozing off of it. He had a sour look on his face that matched his mother's. The woman scoffed and snatched the spoon out of his hand. She made her way to the kitchen.

"I wouldn't have to if you'd come home on time! I was worried!" Though she sounded angry Jean knew the woman was only relived to have him home unharmed.

"Why were you late?" She called from the kitchen. Jean stopped half way up the stairs. Shit.

"I-UH- got distracted on my way home!" He took another step, stopping when she shouted back from the other room.

"Distracted by what?!"

"A…! Girl!" He decided to admit, sounding awkward and hesitant. His mom was silent before…

"JEAN KIRSCHTEIN! You are too young to be gawking at girls!" His mother hollered back. The teen's face flushed angrily; embarrassed.

"Mom! I'm eighteen years old!" He stormed to his room and slammed his door. He missed the sound of his mother laughing.