So, even though I only received one Kudos (buhu?) I still decided to post this chapter (just cause tis cooler to have more then one chapter .) Ma, please continue reading this story (to the one person who actually did), I really hope u at least kind of like it, and I apologise for jean being not completely jean.

PS: I fuck*n hate the Jeager brat T_T

At 3 in the morning suddenly jeans phone rang:

"Yuss! Hu, Marco? Why are you calling? O.o"
"J.E.A.N. K.I.R.S.T.E.I.N! Please, do tell me what day tomorrow is..." , something in Marcos voice was a tiny bit scary... urgh, think think thi...!
" AH! w-we urgh, eto, I-Im going to bed now . thanx for the call... ."
"yupp. No problem...good night Jean :)"

Jean quickly saved, not looking at the screen a second time, and cursed himself for being so fucking forgetful. Damn! They had to do this reaaaaallly weird job tomorrow, interviewing a reaaaaally weird kindergarten teaching and writing an article about how the day passes for the children there. No idea why they had to do it, but they had to get up early tomorrow. Mh? Waaaaaiiiit, why was Marco still up?

The next morning:

"...PISS OFF SUN! urgh T_T", jean being a morning person, got out off bed in high speed, brushed his teeth and had a long relaxing shower before he ate some croissants and some coffee for breakfast. Oh, no, right, that's Sunday. No, well he did have a short shower, took an apple and dragged himself out of his apartment. And went back in to get his camera and went back out.

Jean and Marco often worked together on assignments, Jean being the photographer and Marco the one who wrote the articles. Today they decided to meat up in front of Shinjuku's main train station at 6:15. Not that they'd take the stuffed train, but it was a good place to meant up.

"morning Jean! "
"Mh. Morning T_T", yupp, Jean was a very poetical person.
"haha, you really have to show me that game, you seemed really pumped up about it yesterday XD"
"mh...m-mayby .", Non existing god/power/...mind? HELP!

But luckily for Jean they where at the Kindergarten already. The teacher and his assistant where just cleaing up the already amazingly clean rooms when the two Journalists entered.

"Oh, hello! Ah!, please, may I ask you to take off your shoes please?", The taller one greeted them. WHAT A BRAT! Well, Jean clearly didn't like him! But well, a look from Marco told him, that it was best to do as they where told.
"Are you the two Journalists? Urgh, annoying T_T but ok, My name is Rivaille lance and this brat here is Eren Jaeger, my assistant." The shorter man with the gloomy eyes presented them.
Hopefully this day would pass soon...

It didn't. The children where quite nice though, ignoring the fact they they where extremely weird. One girl would spend the day around Eren's leg, then there was a boy with huuuuuuge eyebrows who would command everyone and at the same time make sure that every injury and stuff was immediately reported to Rivaille sensei. Hehe, one day he'd make a fine Role player! At lunch time there where three children who where acting weird as well, one who would analyse her potato, the other who would form letters with his rice and then another girl, whod just steal everyone else's potato and eat them as fast as possible, before the eyebrow boy would tell her off.

Ma na, at the end off the day Marco was still smiling as always, but Jean was absolutely exhausted. But the work was done. Hehehehehehehehe, since Marco did the writing stuff, that meant jean could play his game in the evening *.*! Hopefully Aoba would be saved from this evil looking pink brown whatever guy who had kidnapped him!.

But then at 10:30 the doorbell rang. OMG, WHO DARES TO DISTURBV MY SLEEP?! Just joking, who would actually be asleep at this time? Ah, but it was still weird, Jean hadn't ordered any Pizza, so who would come knocking or ringing at his door at this time? Ah, quickly get his cosplay sword and carefully open the door...

"Jean? What the hell are you doing with that? Oh, I'm sorry, I know I wasn't invited, but I thought I'd show you the article before I send it to sensei.", an apologising Marco...apologised.
"E-eto, nuthin, come in...", Jean opened the door fully, quickly putting the sword aside.

After showing the article to Jean, who of course agreed, Marco just wanted to leave when he caught a glimpse of jeans computer screen. At first jean panicked, because he couldn't remember when he had been before Marco came, or the PC could have opened a different window (which could have been something he didn't exactly wanted Marco to see), but after he turned around to see, he noticed that nothing was unusual. Just a random Rhyme fighting scene...

"Dramatical Murder?! E-Eto...ah...", to jeans grate dismay Marco knew the game...wait! D-Does that mean he played it?! Y-Yaoi, B-but..eh?!