A/N: Hello my lovelies! Sorry for the inactivity! Here's Part 2 to the opening chapter, but I'm pretty sure it can stand on its own. Enjoy!

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Jean stood in front of the makeshift grave they had built and placed on the villa they stayed at. It was nothing more than two planks of wood tied together to form a cross with a separate plank that bore her name nailed across the center of it. He placed the bouquet of lilies on the ground in front of it with a grimace.

Without another word he left, walking back to might as well be the last expedition outside the walls.

I promise I'll find you Sasha. Just you wait.


They were finally gone. It was finally over. The Titans have been completely eradicated and now humanity can live in peace. They had emerged victorious, despite all the casualties in the final battle.

Jean had ended up being one of them.

He doesn't remember how he died. He can feel a dull ache were he possibly might've been struck by a Titan but other than that he can't feel a thing.

Now as he closes his eyes, Jean paid no heed to Eren's tear-filled and confused gaze as he smiles.

I'm almost there Sasha. Just you wait.


Apparently Sasha's assumptions on reincarnation were as true as they can get. He wasn't sure if retaining memories from his past life was supposed to be part of the whole rebirth thing but nonetheless by the age of fifteen in his new he started setting out to find her.

The year was 1923 in Tokyo, Japan. In all honesty he doesn't get how he was able to get used to the new language so easily and how he looked a little less like himself and more like the people around him but then again how there was a lot of things he didn't get about reincarnation and afterlife and all that stuff. That included actually finding here of all places oh-so conveniently.

The sun was shining when he sees her, eyes as wide and as brown as ever as they look back at him with equal surprise.

Her hair was a shade or two darker, almost black but still in its trademark ponytail, and she stood at least an inch or two shorter than he remembers and it was possible that it could've been someone else.

But no.

He knew those eyes anywhere.

Jean swallows a lump in his throat and walks towards her slowly, still completely unsure of what exactly to do.

"Hey." She says when he was within close enough proximity.

He's completely frozen, because really, what are you supposed to do when you finally find the girl you promised to look for in the afterlife? Should he say hello in return? Hug her? Kiss her?

Sadly none of his questions were answered when the ground shook violently beneath them, and the building beside them had begun to collapse.


Jean shoved the memory away with a shake of his head and a sigh.

Why the hell am I remembering this now of all times?

Right now it was around the 1940s, somewhere in the middle of the second World War.

In this life Jean had joined the military in hopes that she would've joined as well. He had found out a month too late that there were hardly any female soldiers in this era so he was left in a rut without any sort of lead to finding her.

Apparently fate, destiny or whatever you'd like to call it had other plans for him.

He had gotten shot in the leg and had been carried over to a medical tent by his comrades in the nick of time.

That's when he saw her again. She a looked a lot more like her old self, her hair back to its original shade of auburn and her eyes still wide and sparkling as she looks at him and his teammates as they gently set him on the stretcher.

The only difference was the nurse's cap resting atop her head and the white uniform that hung from her frame.

"You look awfully happy for someone who just got shot in the leg." she said as she made her way over to him after closing the flaps of the tent behind his subordinates.

It was there that Jean had realized that he had been smiling, searing pain in his leg momentarily forgotten. He watched her sit on the stool beside his bed as she took a closer look at his injury.

"But I guess you should be. The bullet's not in too deep. You're lucky. Any deeper you wouldn't be able to walk anymore."

"How long have you been stationed here?" he asked as she began to tend to his leg. She probably doesn't recognize me. Jean thought as he closed his eyes.

"Just recently. I was transferred from the 99th Station to here in the 104th." There was a pause. "You might want something to bite on. This is gonna hurt." He shook his head. "I'll be fine. I've dealt with worse."

His nurse sighed as she pulled out the bullet wound with a pair of tweezers. Jean only gritted his teeth.

After she put the bullet on a metal tray with a soft ping she went on to disinfect the wound. Jean gnashed his teeth again at the sting but said nothing.

"Well I'll be damned. Looks like you did get a backbone Jean."

His eyes snapped open to see her smiling down at him.

This time Jean didn't hesitate to sit up and kiss her.


From then on every last breath of his current life would soon be followed by the first breath of his next one. Every life, at some point the name Sasha would suddenly appear. Every life they would meet. And somehow, even if the memories of their past lives had begun to blur and eventually fade away with every new life, they'd end up falling for each other anyways.

Jean didn't really understand just what sort of force was always tethering him to her but somehow…he couldn't care less.

He could chalk it up to what had gone between them when they were soldiers fighting the Titans. It wasn't much. He knew it was mostly comprised of off-handed insults and narrowly saving each other's lives but it was something.

And no matter when or where, how or why, he knew that that something would always bring him back to her.

Always.


The year was 2014. And for once there wasn't any war to worry about or any sort of unknown force of nature that would stop them from living their lives peacefully.

Jean's in his late teens around this time, and still an undergraduate working up for Law. The reason why he chose this course, he'd never know. What he does know however, was the name of the girl who had come in through the door.

He sees her from his seat at a café he had begun to frequent, her eyes focused as she balances a tray with a cup of coffee and a pastry with both of her hands. When she looks up the way her eyes met his was almost instantaneous.

He gives her a small smile.

She smiles back and walks over to him.

"Mind if I join you?" she asks, nodding to the empty seat in front of him.

The café was mostly empty. There were literally half a dozen unoccupied tables behind him.

Jean only shakes his head. "Not at all."

She smiles wider as she sets the tray on her table and takes a seat. "Have we met before?"

"Maybe. Do you go to Trost University?"

"Yeah. Journalism. You?"

"Law."

"Pretentious as always huh?"

He only smiles wider as he takes a sip of his coffee.


A/N: And there we have it. Part 2! Now for anyone who's been following YLISEE I'm almost finished, just some more editing. Thanks to anyone and everyone who was patient enough to wait!

till next time my lovelies (^o^)V

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