He zoomed onto the bird flying to its nest to feed its young. Snapping the photo of the robin, and he heaved a small sigh, he loved this small thing that didn't even take any effort. Taking photos. He loved being able to snap a perfect photo in such a seemless manner, yet it was also hard you needed to time it just right and then there has to be perfect lighting for the picture and you must be at the perfect view and angle to capture the photo.
He slowly brought the camera down from his eyes letting it rest on his chest. All around him on this brisk spring morning people jogged and walked there dogs. Birds chirped and the breeze tickled his neck, a smile broke out across his face. He began to walk down the path through the park he'd been dawdling about in for the past two hours. He looked at his watch, quarter to nine, 8:35. He began to pace himself to the nearby café to see his friends and get some coffee. As he did every morning.
He opened the door to the establishment hearing the familiar bell jingle and greeted by Sasha, the woman behind the counter, with her usual big beautiful heartful smile. "Marco! Hey, how have you been since yesterday morning? Your usual coffee I presume?" He nodded smiling "Yes, and I've been good, getting some morning pictures before I set off to the library as usual. How have you been 'Potato Girl'?"
"Well 'Freckled Jesus' let me say its been a boring morning, nothing new really." She said letting out a long groan of disapproval. "Where's Con-man?" Hers eyes lit up hearing the man ask about their close friend Connie. "He's teaching the 'new boy' some good ol' tricks." He nodded understanding that he shouldn't bother the other man. Sasha handed Marco his coffee that she had made during the entire conversation.
She tapped away on the new cash registers they had gotten three weeks earlier, the same amount as always. He already had the four dollars and some change out and got a receipt and a couple of Lincolns back from his friend.
He thanked her and began to walk out, on his way he got a glimpse of the 'new boy'. His hair had the same under cut that he had, darker under and lighter on top, his body donned a hoody that hung on his shoulders a pair of beat up ripped jeans and a red beanie. He had his cartilage on his left ear pierced and snake bites, the two clear little ball piercings were hardly visible.
He was carrying a box labeled fragile but even for a male of his stature he was having trouble with it. Marco rushed over to help him from toppling over and dropping the important contents of the box. He had forgotten his camera was resting on his chest and the box only pushed it more into him. "Oh... um... thanks..." The man grumbled, he was only a few centimeters shorter than himself, his eyes were a cool hazel with a green ring in the inner most part of his iris. He held this cold expression that didn't seem like it would ever fade. They set down the box in the back and with no words spoken Marco left.
He had stood in the public library, he worked there organizing and putting back returned books. Today there wasn't much work that had to be done. He looked at the door, it was just this morning that it had been sunny and gorgeous, now it was nasty, mucky, and rainy. In the window by the main double doors was his new flyer he had put up when he came in that morning. He had moved into a new apartment and thought a long while about getting a roommate.
"Hey Marco? I need to know where that atlas book on Europe is, I forgot to scan it back into the system before hand." Krista Lenz, a small blonde who lived with her girlfriend, asked seeming a little worried. "I haven't put it up yet, its right here." He said handing the large book to her. She thanked him and walked back to her scanner and computer, the place she would stay for hours. Some people left and some walked in, mostly business workers and children who were researching for projects.
Marco turned to pick up another book to see the one he was going to grab right in front of his face. "You helped me, so here." The boy from the café said with a smug grin. "Oh, why thank you very much."
Marco finished putting that set of books away sooner with the help of the other. "So, why did you help me?" The stranger snorted as if trying not to laugh. "To make us even." "Even? Only because I helped you with a box?" "Yeah, I don't like being in people's debt."
Debt, huh? But he wouldn't have even thought another thing on the matter , he would've lived his life not worrying about something so small... Oh well, he was grateful for the help.
Marco pushed the book cart back over to Krista so she could fill it up again and he turned back to the other male. He'd seen him this morning and now and yet he hadn't even bothered to introduce himself. "Sorry to only be doing this now, but my names Marco, Marco Bodt." He extended his hand to the smaller male. "Uh.. Jean, Jean Kirschtien.." Jean took his hand and shook it firmly.
He smiled. "Jean, sounds french, yes?" He nodded indicating it was. "Can you speak french?" He nodded again but didn't show any sign he was going to speak in the other language.
After a long silence between the two Jean said "See you around Marco. Later." And began making his way to the main entrance before stopping and he stood still for a while.
He was probably waiting for the rain to lighten up a bit before leaving, but he just stood there so Marco just went back to his job of putting books in their respective places. He couldn't help it though, watching Jean just stand there and tap away at his phone before he went back to staring.
Marco just shook his head in confusion and put away a fiction book on dragons and other mythical creatures. He focussed on his job over what Jean was doing, he wanted to get off work as soon as possible, maybe he could get some good shots of the rain droplets on his window.
His phone started to buzz, he scrambled to pick it up. He turned to see if Jean was still there but he was already gone it seemed. " Hello?" "Hey I saw your flyer about you wanting to rent out a room?" "Yeah, where you thinking about stopping by to see it?" "Yeah, I can come over to see it tomorrow, is that fine, after 2:30 in the afternoon?" "Yeah of course, I'll see you then? We'll talk about rent and all the tomorrow aswell, yeah?" "Sure." The call ended suddenly, he didn't even get the name of the man on the phone.
Marco finished up his work and left the library with two books, one on cooking and the other on how to take care of kittens. He got three pictures of the rain and drove home as quickly as possible.
He stopped by a small store to buy a litter box, litter, several cat toys, and cat food for the little guy he found. He thought over his day all the way home to his apartment, he found a kitten out on the street this morning, met someone new, and got an offer for a roommate. This seemed to be a fairly out of the norm but good day.
The kitten was a little calico kitten. He seemed old enough to eat dry food but Marco wasn't sure how old the little guy was. His mind wander over what to name the small thing. Maybe he'd ask Sasha or Connie, or maybe Jean...?
When he got home he set up the litter box and set down two tiny bowls, one with water and the other with the dry food. He set down the toys and went off through the living room and kitchen, which were connected, to find the kitten.
He looked through the hallway and in the bathroom, he looked into the mostly empty extra room. Nope, not there either, one last room to check, Marco's room. He the ajar door to see the kitten snuggled up by Marco's pillow. Marco lifted his camera from his chest where it had been resting since he got home and snapped a photo, the shutter's noise woke the kitten and he yawned. Marco snapped another picture, so cute Marco had thought to himself. Marco loved cute things, even if it wasn't manly he just couldn't help it, he loved it!
That night he had chinese take out, he didn't feel like cooking and didn't feel like doing dishes either. So he took the lazy way out, he went to bed almost immediately after putting away the left over foods. His fortune seemed odd "Wait for the day to confess the right thing at the right time." What did that mean? Oh well it doesn't matter now he thought.
The next day Marco cleaned his apartment so he didn't leave a bad impression on the person who was coming to see the extra room Marco had up. The room had a bed and a bookshelf, but nothing else, the carpet was a dull dark blue faded from age and use. As 3:00 came around he heard a knock on the door and when he opened it he was rather shocked to see who was there. In front of him stood the boy he had only just met the day before.
"...Jean?" "Who else would it be?"
Okay well that was short... but it took me forever to write. I honestly love JeanMarco but unless its smut I'm not really a good writer, oh well if you liked it please leave a review and I'll come out with chapter two as soon as possible. Thank you for taking the time to read this.( UxU;;)
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this fanfiction are owned by me, they are owned by the creators of the anime/manga of Shingeki no Kyojin/ Attack on Titan. I am early showing my fan support for a ship pertaining to the anime and manga and my support of the show.