This chapter is set 2-3 years after the previous chapter which would make Mikasa 12/13. Given when they leave the training camps they are all 15.
Given Mikasa was raised by her uncle and Jean was her best friend, I believe this would change her character. She would still be highly protective of them, however would be more open about her emotions and expressions due to living a life with a family of sorts. Her relationship with Eren is strained, given in this fic she is seperated from him after the first chapter and raised elsewhere.
Team Jean is going to be changed somewhat, given Mikasa is thrown into the mix with Marco, Connie and Sasha. I'm interested to see where this will go.
Anyway, I apologize for how long it took me to update this fic given everyone has been asking me to. I hope you enjoy and please review
Mikasa sat quietly on her bed staring into space, worried about what her future would hold. She was soon to join the military and go to one of the trainee camps to join different sections of the military. The Military police, the survey core or the garrison. Three different sections that were all of high importance, however all 2 having a bad reputation given the state that the country was in.
Military police had high ranks but were known for being lazy and abusing their position of authority to get away with whatever they wanted. The Survey core being mocked by citizens for being useless despite braving the outside world every day to fight titans and protect humanity. The garrison watching the walls and providing to the citizens. She would never understand that the people with the worst reputation were always the ones who worked the hardest and provided for the people. Yet they were looked down upon like dogs.
She knew her uncle would never allow her to join the military police, knowing the reputation they had. But she knew if she did, people would look down on her. For ever even considering to be part of their regiment whatsoever. But she wanted to join the military not for her reputation, but to be around the people she loved. She wanted to stay with Hanji, her uncle, Petra and yes even grandpa eyebrows. Which meant she would stay in the survey core to stay around the people she was closest to. Because she loved them.
She knew it would be hard, terrifying, exhausting, unpleasant and full of difficult choices. People died in this line of work and not often in a pretty manner at all, often in the most painful way possible. The traumatic experiences one would face and have to live with for the rest of their lives. The possibility of watching your loved ones die while you survived and fought on. What exactly it was that she would be training towards in the next couple of years. But she remained optimistic of the good that came with it too.
She would be able to protect her uncle Hanji and others by working by their side. So that she never lost anyone the way she had her parents. She would be able to keep a close eye on them and make sure they never came to any harm while she could prevent it. While she was away at camps he would still have to go out into battle, she wouldn't be able to see him anymore. That thought scared her, that she wouldn't be able to wait at home until he came back and hugged her tightly. The fear that one day he wouldn't come home, and she would be all alone again.
The cold lonely emptiness of having no family again, of watching someone closest to her die tragically while she was left weakened and useless. She refused to let that happen again and hoped her training years passed by quickly so she could be reunited with her family. Counting down the days before she could leave and focus on her duties that she promised to herself and to her new team. Suddenly she heard footsteps snapping her out of her daze. Dragging her from the train of thoughts she had been previously locked in. Looking up quietly with a look of surprise and hesitation. Her mouth dry and her mind blank of any possible comeback.
Levi stepped in quietly, today was the day she would be sent to the trainee camps. To train herself to become a soldier who would one day join team Levi. Making new friend and possible teammates she would be working alongside as she grew up. He saw she was paler than usual and visibly nervous, the impact of her future starting to hit her. Though she knew this was always going to happen, now that it was here she was freaking out. But that was to be expected, she was facing unknown territory after all.
Instead of getting annoyed or scolding her for being childish, he instead softened and walked towards the bed. He then sat beside her quietly and placed his hand on her shoulder affectionately. "Got the butterfly tummy?" he asked quietly. Though he had been skeptical of his future when he joined the core, over time it came to be a place where he belonged. Following his intuition when it came to battle and it rarely let him down. If she did the same, she would get through this.
She nodded quietly, she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so nervous. Feeling a mixture of sick, scared, excited and confused. There were so many feelings rushing through her she didn't know what to do. Everything was happening so fast. It had felt like such a long way away, but time had passed so quickly and now the day was actually here. Being sent off to the camps in order to train to be a soldier, she didn't know what to do with herself.
He sighed, this was expected. She wasn't a stupid girl, she knew what she was getting into. She may be able to look after herself, but this was the first time that she would be away from home. From the life that she was used to. She wasn't scared of the harshness of the training, she was scared to leave them behind. "You'll be fine Mikasa. Given my reputation I doubt anyone will give you shit. Plus, I know you can look after yourself. But if you miss me or Hanji too much, you can write as many letters as you want. Besides, I may drop in every now and again" he reassured her.
He had packed her plenty of writing papers and envelopes, so she could contact him whenever she felt too scared or unsure. If she felt homesick or everything became too much. Truth be told he was having a hard time letting her go too, she was still so young and fragile to him. He would always see her as that scared little girl who cried her eyes out when he first held her after he collected her from Shiganshina. The girl who lost everything and felt so lost and alone inside.
Mikasa softened, a look of hope on her face. Her eyes wide and innocent, the look of a child. Looking lovelier than he had seen her in a long time. His love for her swelling inside of him, how he would miss her. But this was important, a ritual almost. She then buried herself into his chest, hugging him tightly. She didn't want to let go, but she knew that this was important. She had to become a soldier and she had to fight. But she didn't want to leave him behind, because she loved him so much.
Levi sighed and held her tighter, he would miss her too. She was the light of his life, having made him realize how lonely he had been for so long. Having made a new family after being alone for so long. But he knew she would be ok. He rubbed her back gently to reassure her "I love you Mikasa, and because of this I know you will be ok. If your anything like me, you'll know what to do" he encouraged her. She would find her feet in time, she would grow stronger and more beautiful than she ever knew possible. She would find her way and if that Jean kid was there he would undoubtedly look after her. They would look out for each other and become the best they could be. He believed in her.
Mikasa nodded, but she didn't look up. His words giving her strength and reminding her that this was a good thing. But things were happening all so fast. Before it had all been talk and now she was off to the camps. She needed just a little more boosting of courage before she was ready to pack up and leave all this behind. "Can… can we stay like this a little longer?" she asked shyly. She knew she wouldn't be able to hug him like this anymore. She wanted to remember his warmth, his smell and his presence. So, she could think of it when she missed him too much.
A small smile spread across his face, this was one of these moments when Mikasa really warmed his heart. The amount of love she had inside of her gave him hope that there was still light in this world. That it was not as ugly as it seemed to be. "Yeah" he replied warmly, they may as well make the best of their time while they could. He remembered when she first came to stay with him, how when his insomnia was at its worst. Or when she was having nightmares about her parents' deaths. He would sit quietly on his bed and drink tea to calm his nerves. She would cuddle on his lap or he would sleep beside her and hold her close, so the nightmares could no longer scare her.
They had come to rely on one another, coming to find comfort in one another. Helping to ease the wounds they had both developed over the years. Growing together as people and realizing that they were no longer alone in the world. They had finally accepted and adapted into their roles as family, realizing how alike they were in many ways. How they never thought they could be so happy after the misery and pain they had endured all alone.
Mikasa stared into the distance as she watched trees, woodland and fields pass her by. Her mind wondering into an endless oblivion of thought, disconnecting from the world around her in hopes of passing the time. Trying to block out the pain that was stinging in her heart as she left her all too familiar home behind. Knowing it would be a long time before she finally returned to this place and was reunited with the people she loved. It would be 5 years at least before she was able to see her uncle again. To be around her uncle, Hanji and her new teammates. Feeling like it was the first day all over again. Being a small girl who had lost everything. Now she was leaving everything she had come to love to learn how to kill.
Her innocence being stolen from her a third time, first the day her parents had been murdered and watching them being lowered into the ground. The second being when her womanhood had awoken, the pain of the blood running down her legs while she sat and cried in fear and confusion. The third and final one being the day she was being sent away to become a fighter. To become a warrior in hopes of continuing the path of protecting humanity and destroying the giants who tried to kill them off.
She knew why she had to do this, why she had to leave. What her future had in store for her, but that did not mean she could not feel bitter. What price came at leaving to become a solider. Leaving her family behind in order to grow stronger in order to return. Like a cruel deal. She only hoped these 5 years would pass by fast, to get it over and done with. So, she could forget about these lonely years and return to her uncle's open arms. To go back the happy and safe life she had known until now. Instead of the world of war, bloodshed and death that she would soon face. She wanted to pretend it was all a dream and she would wake up soon, that this wasn't really happening.
Mikasa stood quietly in the endless lines of new recruits for joining the military. Many new faces of people she would come to work alongside in the army against the titans. However, given she would be joining her uncles team, she had no reason to look at them as anything other than temporary comrades. Trying her best not to stand out, to remain hidden and undetected to avoid harassment or unnecessary trouble. She may have been capable of handling herself, but she was in no mood for anyone's shit today.
All the while the chief, Keith Shadis was yelling at her fellow trainee's she had been blocking out every word he had ever told her. She knew how to fight, how to survive, it was natural instinct for her. She was simply polishing her already talented abilities. Her Ackerman abilities that had awoken during her childhood flowed through her veins. She didn't need orders to tell her what to do, it was already programmed into her system from the day she was born. No doubt it would give her a reputation around the camps.
If anything, she was bored and homesick, she missed her uncle, she missed Hanji, she missed Petra. She missed her bed and she missed the land she was familiar with. The place she had lived after her parents died. The place she wanted to return to. She was alone, she didn't have any friends. She had no family here, for the next 3 years she was going to have to get by on her own. Then she was return to the camps to fight beside her uncle again, to learn how to fight cannibalistic giants. She had been taken from her peaceful life that she had adapted to into an unknown world. She wouldn't be able to see Jean anymore, given he may be at another camp. She wouldn't be able to play anymore, she wouldn't be able to have fun anymore. She had nobody.
The one thing she had always been was painfully perceptive, she could tell when people got close to her for manipulative means or just in hopes of getting some sugar from her. She would rather avoid anyone like that altogether, she had no needs for fake people. She would rather be alone than to develop a fake relationship while staying here. Besides, there were all sorts of ways she could pass the time around here, if she just looked hard enough or didn't find it too tedious.
"YOU! You there? What's your name boy?" Shadis yelled. This little shit seemed very full of himself. Let's see how pompous this popular boy would be once he started training. He probably only joined for fun or the easy life with the military police. He was probably a playboy back where he came from, thinking he was the shit with the ladies.
"Jean, Jean Kirstein sir!" the voice yelled. Though he knew it was a long-shot, he had joined so he could give his mother an easy and peaceful life. As well as the hopes of reuniting with his beautiful childhood friend and crush whom had saved him when he had nobody else to rely on. She may even be at another camp altogether, but he would never find out unless he tried.
Mikasa's eyes widened, a feeling of shock and excitement filling her. Did she just hear that right? Kirstein? Jean was here? He had fulfilled their promise of both joining the military? Just when she believed she would have nobody, she had found her best friend? She looked up, her heart filling with a joy she could not express in words. Her black eyes wide like a deer peering down the bullet of a gun. Her hear skipping a beat, staring at the direction of the voice that she recognized. Desperate to catch a glimpse of him. There he was, her best friend. The person who had filled her lonely and empty days with meaning. Having fulfilled the promise, they had made back then.
"And why are you here boy? Wanting the cushy life, you hoping to join the high-class military police?" he mocked. Not knowing how close to home his words were actually hitting. That he was revealing all the plans they had made together as kids. Though they may have sounded stupid to Shadis, they meant the world to him.
Mikasa gripped her hands into fists, a rage pouring through her. The urge to push through the other cadets and throw Shadis straight onto his ass. Remembering how Jean had been abused growing up by kids in his neighbourhood. How he had cried, been called a little piggy and treated like crap in general. Knowing what Shadis had in mind. He was mocking him, playing with him, baiting him. This would not end well at all.
Jean beamed with pride "Yes, I want to join the military police and do the best that I can sir" he replied proudly. He had promised her back then, to reunite with her when they got older. To get his mother a more peaceful life away from the danger of the titans. There was then a painful crack as Shadis slammed his head onto Jean's head. Jean falling to his knees and gripping his skull, groaning in pain. Cursing under his breath as he tried to repress the rage that was running through his body. Tears stinging his eyes and he bit harshly into his lip as he held back a scream of pain.
Mikasa felt anger and sadness pour through her, pushing past some of the trainees to see. She wanted so badly to run through them and protect him, but she couldn't reach him. Her heart aching with rage and guilt as she could only watch from afar Wanting nothing more than to kick Shadis where it hurt and make him cry. To see how it felt to be demeaned in front of everyone just to prove a point. He may have been a senior, but his actions were going to far.
"Well, we got a wannabe hero here. You pussy, wanting to hide behind the walls while you everyone runs off to fight. You make me sick boy. Enough of your bullshit. Whether you make it through or not will be for me to decide" Shadis growled. They always started off confident, but in the end the training saw to it if they were cut off for this sort of job. He then walked off to pick on more trainee's, peering at Jean from the corner of his eye. The guy showed spunk, optimism, but how long would that last in these camps? The positive ones always broke the quickest. Let's see how long he would keep up that attitude.
Mikasa could only watch from afar as Jean gripped his sore head on the floor. His skull aching with pain, small tears in the corner of his eyes. Wishing more than anything she could be beside him and comfort him. Hating to see him in pain. Curling up on the ground to protect himself, like he did when they were kids. Praying the injury would have no long lasting affects on him, or there would be hell to pay.
Jean gripped his head in pain, rubbing his sore skull as he sat with a pint of mead, bread and stew in front of him. Every sound echoing in his head and making the pain worse. Angry that his pride, his dream had been turned into a joke. He wanted to be a hero, he wanted to earn a good living so his mother could live a peaceful life without worry of danger. So, they never had to worry about money, safety or attacks ever again. Yes, they lived inside the inner walls, but they were not invincible he knew that. From a young age he knew how cruel the world was, from how relentlessly bullied he was for his weight. How his father had walked out on his mother when he was a kid. How had no friends and every day he spent was filled with torment and loneliness.
The happiest moment of his life being the day Mikasa came into his life. The first time he had ever had a friend, felt a human connection and fallen in love with someone. Saving him from misery and being used as a punching bag. If he could see her again, he could get through this. But what if she had forgotten all about him? Not all childhood promises were kept after all. A lot could happen in 3 years, what if she had been given a new career or gotten a job elsewhere? It was a possibility after all.
"You ok Jean? The Captain really went for you. Your head must be ringing" Marco asked in concern. He could still hear the crack of Jean's skull when Shadis had headbutted him abruptly, like a picture on repeat inside his head. Mentally thanking him every god he could think of that he had not been in Jean's shoes. He didn't even know if that sort of thing was legal, but given his position nobody would argue with Shadis about his methods.
"Yeah, I'm fine" Jean growled. He just wanted to be left alone, he felt bad enough as it was. He needed a cold compress for his head, anything to stop the aching in his skull. Talk about the worst day ever. It was his first day at camp and it was already off to a bad start. God he wanted nothing more than to drink and then go to bed, hoping the morning came slowly so he could sulk just a little bit longer.
Suddenly, a soft hand placed itself on Jean's shoulder. It felt familiar and friendly, but he was in too much pain to recognize who it was. Part of him didn't even care, he felt so crap he just wanted to eat dinner and go back to his bed to sulk. Marco who sat beside him, was sat in awe of the person standing behind him. A light blush on his cheeks as he stared this person down. Looking like a man who was living in a dream, torn away from reality. Something had to be serious to make Marco wear such an expression.
"Are you ok Jean? That looked like it hurt, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you this time" a familiar voice replied fondly. He looked well, he had become very handsome. His familiar chubby appearance now defined and chiseled. Where had the time gone? He was no longer round and cute, but buff and toned. It was like she was talking to a completely different person, but she would always see him as the way he was. The boy whom she had fallen for at first sight.
Jean stiffened, was this a dream? That sweet voice, the same one that had saved them when they were young? God, he felt like such an ass for getting beaten up like that. But then it was just a regular thing with them. It was how they met after all. He slowly looked behind him, part of him believing it was just a voice in his head. His loneliness and longing for her accumulating inside of him. Hallucinations making him believe such a thing was even possible. There was no way she was really here.
Mikasa stood behind him, wearing a warm smile. Still as angelically beautiful as he remembered her being when they were kids. Her hair was longer, she was now turning into a woman. She was slender, toned and taller to boot, but he was so happy to see her. After what had felt like the worst day ever, things were finally getting better. Her long black hair now fell to her chest in a slight wave, her pale skin so perfect, her black eyes so shiny and bright like a star. She was so different now and yet the same, having matured and yet such a familiar face from their youth. She hummed fondly, obviously happy to see him again too. Gazing down at him with a loving look, holding her own tray of food. Obviously hoping to sit beside him and enjoy her own meal.
"M… Mikasa?" he replied in a stammer. Feeling like an idiot for being incapable of making a sentence in front of her. It had just been so long, he couldn't think of something to say to her. He was just so happy he couldn't seem to think straight. Though he had been eagerly waiting for this day for the past 3 years, it didn't feel real at all. Fate had to be merciful for this to actually happen. He had thought she would have forgotten all about him by now.
Mikasa's smile brightened, relieved he recognized her "Can I sit here?" she asked. Sensing she may be interrupting something which she felt bad about. They had so much to talk about. She wanted to see that he was ok. Worried about if he had a concussion, a bruise or any form of injury from that headbutt. Part of her wanted to choke that asshole until he turned blue in the face, but she knew she would face trouble for that. So she would rather avoid unnecessary problems by facing down the old boss.
Jean snapped out of daze. Feeling like an idiot "Y… Yeah sure" he babbled. Shifting over a little so she could sit beside him. No longer worried about being shown up by Shadis but making a fool out of himself in front of his childhood friend. She slowly sat beside him, settling into her place. A red woollen cardigan draped over her shoulders and falling to her waist. A long calf length skirt and white long-sleeved blouse accompanying the item. Her black hair tied back into a messy bun. He was relieved to know she hadn't cut her hair, though it was her choice to do so it would sadden him. She had such beautiful black hair, she was so lucky. He had always been mesmerized by it. Being his saviour when he felt like he would never find anyone.
There was then a cough from beside him, since when had Jean had a pretty female friend? How did they know each other? How long had they known each other and why was Jean blushing like an idiot? He had to know the details. Marco peered at the two suspiciously, he may have only known Jean for a short time. But since when had he been so popular with girls? He never said anything about a possible girlfriend. Especially one as cute as this one? How did they meet? They seemed awfully familiar with her.
Jean blushed, damn it he had gotten so caught up in the past he had forgotten about Marco. He had hoped to avoid such awkward and embarrassing topics of conversation, but there was no avoiding it now. He sighed heavily "Marco meet Mikasa, Mikasa meet Marco" he muttered. He prayed this went smoothly and Marco didn't cause any problems. Today had been bad enough as it was, he didn't need it to become more of a mess.
Marco smiled and reached out his hand to shake hers "Hi I'm Marco Bodtt. I'm Jean's new best friend, but I guess you've known him longer than I have" he replied politely in a joking tone. How did Jean manage to meet such a pretty friend? He was very jealous indeed. He needed some advice on talking to pretty girls so he could find himself a girlfriend too while they were here. I mean, who wanted to be single for the next 3 years in this place?
Mikasa reached out her hand politely, her uncle and Hanji having been strict on her manners. "Mikasa, Mikasa Ackerman" she replied politely. He seemed like a nice guy, she was glad Jean had made friends while she had been away. Remembering how lonely he had been growing up. She just hoped this guy didn't take advantage of him or was faking that he actually cared about Jean. That she would not accept whatsoever.
Marco leaned over a little, grabbing his own drink. He had never seen Jean so flustered over anyone, meaning something interesting had to be going on with these two and he wanted to know. Best friends told each other all their secrets after all, so it was no fun keeping it all to himself. "So Mikasa, how do you know Jean? I mean for a dork like this to meet a girl as lovely as you are, that's a whole new level of lucky" he teased.
Jean groaned under his breath, Marco was not helping. He was making him look like an idiot. This was not how he wanted the reunion to go, all the time he had been thinking about seeing her again. He wanted it to be cooler than this. He didn't want everyone to know how weak he had been as a child. How he had been the neighbourhood punching bag whose father walked out on him. How Mikasa had been the first friend he had ever made, as well as his first love. It would be too embarrassing to admit out loud in a place like this.
Mikasa silently peered at Jean, picking up on his discomfort. She knew he hated being teased and this was awkward but happy for both of them. Having been separated for so long then so suddenly reunited out of nowhere. It was a lot to handle. "My uncle had business in the trost district, he's very protective so he hated leaving me on my own. While I was visiting with him, I happened to bump into Jean when I saved him from abuse from neighbourhood bullies. Over time we became very close and ended up sharing dreams of our own futures" she explained calmly. It wasn't a lie, and she hadn't embarrassed Jean either. She had been visiting the Trost district when her uncle and Hanji had to visit in order to get ingredients. She had been waiting patiently outside for him when she had spotted Jean being bullied to which she ran to his aid.
Marco was stunned, having expected it to be mushier and more awkward than that. He had no idea Jean had gone through an ordeal like that. Bullying was never a pleasant thing to experience but he had no idea Jean had endured such a miserable thing. A strong and beautiful girl saving you out of nowhere when you were a damsel in distress, it sounded like something out a fairy-tale, that sort of thing rarely if ever happened in real life. Jean was such a lucky guy.
Jean bowed his head in shame, he had hoped to hide this as he was worried people would mock him for being weak. It was a part of his past he had hoped to put behind him. It was his dirty little secret that he never wanted anyone to know about. "Hey, I may look cool. But did you know as a kid I was a little fatty whom all the other kids beat up? I know crazy right?". Yeah, any hopes of a positive reputation would go right down the drain if that sort of thing were to come up in conversation. The last thing he wanted was for someone to call him piggy again.
Mikasa slowly reached out to take his hand, stroking it with her thumb affectionately. Her eyes filled with guilt and love, knowing how painful it was for him to remember. How abusive they had been towards him. Calling him piggy and making fun of him for being a chubby child. "When Jean was small, his parents divorced. Because Jean was close to his mother after what happened, they took advantage of him. Making fun of him for being soft" she explained. But to her, after everything she had been through, Jean was like sunshine. Seeing him when they visited Trost was the highlight of her life, the first friend she had ever made. Being away from him was the worst pain she had ever felt. Counting down the days until she would be reunited with him again. Happy moments spent with him and being able to move on from her past.
Marco was visibly shocked, Jean had been through a lot. He had never guessed he had experienced such hardships growing up. He thought he was just a short-tempered person. Divorcing was never a fun thing for anyone and going through that at such a young age must have been hard on him. to endure bullying on top of that would make anyone close off. "Good thing you had Mikasa around" he replied patting Jean's shoulder in a reassuring manner. Mikasa had been a big part of his life, easing his loneliness and filling a hole in his heart that had been caused through childhood hardships. No wonder he had been so happy to see her again.
Jean blushed but a small smile appeared on his face "Yeah" he agreed. Mikasa hadn't lied, but he had given him the short version. How Mikasa had saved him from a life of loneliness, of being used as a punching bag. Of feeling like he would never know anything but being an outcast. But like a beam of sunshine on a cloudy day, she had appeared and changed him. She had given him hope and something to look forward to, helped him through personal growth, and he would never forget that.
Mikasa squeezed his hand gently under the table, shooting him another sweet smile. Seeing him again made her realize how lonely she had been without him. How grateful she was to have a familiar face during her time here as they trained to become military soldiers. Selfishly wanting him all to herself, so she could simply spend every moment with him and forget about the world around her for a while. To just sit and talk about nothing for hours until the day came to an end.
"WAIT! Your uncle is in the military?! Like I knew your name sounded familiar, but I never knew you were related to humanities strongest soldier!" Marco babbled reverently. How was it, Jean had met such an amazing person by utter coincidence. He wondered if anyone else around here new? She would be like a celebrity around the camps, no doubt she would pass training like a breeze. The next three years would be easy as hell for her.
Mikasa winced, she had expected this, but it was a topic she had hoped to avoid. Yes, to everyone else her uncle was humanities strongest, a respected soldier and a man who had faced war and destroyed numerous titans. But to her, he was family, he was her saviour, the person who had given her a home when she had nothing. He took her in, he adopted her, he gave her a new life and taught her everything she knew. She loved him dearly and was forever grateful to all he had done for her. To her, he was family; not the hero everyone made him out to be.
Jean blushed, he himself had been in awe of who she was related to when they first met. Knowing Mikasa was related to the legendary soldier himself. But after getting to know her, hearing her speak about him. He respected him for all he had achieved, but not on the same level as everyone else. He was a man who had helped him meet Mikasa, who helped him find a friend. He was a loving uncle and a man, not this god that everyone kissed the ass of.
"I didn't see it as a big deal, when you grow up around them. Stuff like that it irrelevant" he muttered. Part of him wanted to shove a loaf of bread into Marco's mouth if it meant he would shut up. He was showing him up in front of Mikasa of all people. He had never really cared about where she came from or her uncle's influence, he had only ever wanted to remain close to her. To simply hold her hand and remind himself how lucky he was.
Mikasa sighed, Marco seemed like a nice enough guy and he wasn't trying to be annoying. But topics of her uncle's fame and prolific position was something she had hoped to avoid. Having always found the subject to be annoying and unnecessary. "Hai, he is my uncle. But that's all he ever has been to me, family. He's my hero but for another reason. He took me in when I lost everything" she replied calmly. Hoping he would shut up about the topic, no longer in a talkative mood.
Marco hummed, unable to believe how a normal evening had become so interesting. A childhood friend who ended up being related to one of the most infamous members of the military. How lucky did one person have to be. "You're a lucky girl, to be so loved by two very awesome men" he replied playfully. She had befriended an awesome guy like Jean and been raised by one of the coolest guys known to man. If only he had been given such blessings.
Mikasa softened, a light blush tinting her cheeks. Peering through her bangs at Jean shyly, a fond smile on her face. "I am, two men who changed my life for the better and made me forget I was ever alone" she replied fondly. She would never have known happiness again if not for them. Having been given a second chance when she thought that things would never get any better. But she had been wrong, it had simply been the beginning.
"You have really pretty hair Mikasa, so fine and silky. Where did you get it from? Your uncle?" Marco asked. Though a lot of the girls here had fine, thick and soft hair. Hers was very shiny and had a certain texture and gleam to it that he had never seen in another person. There was just something about it that seemed so unique and different. Part of him wanting to reach out and run his fingers through it, just so he knew what it would feel like.
Mikasa hummed, fingering her ends quietly. She guessed she got her hair from her mother's side, however, given that she was only a half blood and her race within the walls had been killed off. Her genes would eventually thin out with every generation. "My mum, she was Asian. She never really told me much about where she came from, all of her other relatives were dead or lived outside the walls. I don't really know much about that part of my bloodline" she explained. She had read up on some of her heritage through small archives that Hanji was able to recover for her. Having learned some Japanese from her mother growing up and some through the few books she had been given. However, it was very much a distant part of her culture given the bloodline was a rarity and extinct.
Jean raised his eyebrow curiously, he had honestly wondered about Mikasa's heritage ever since they were kids. However, he had not felt it polite to ask such personal questions if she was not comfortable answering them. I mean her mother had died when she was very young, they had obviously been very close given how difficult it was for her to talk about it. He didn't want her to relive something if she was not comfortable bringing it up yet.
"So, do you know any Japanese? Like did your mum ever teach you?" Marco pressed eagerly. Not aware of how annoying and uncomfortable these questions were becoming. Unaware that her bloodline was nearly extinct and any information she could find on them was close to none existent. But he was naive and just trying to be friendly, so she would just have to endure it a little longer. But she hoped the next time he would find something else to talk about.
"A little, mostly what I know now I read up on from the books Hanji could recover for me" she replied. Her first language was German and speaking her other native tongue was not something she knew fluently. However, she had been taking lessons and had learned a lot in the last 3 years. But she had no way of understanding the language fully given it was a dead one now. Her race had been killed off along with all connections to them.
Jean sighed, reaching out slowly to finger her hair affectionately. "Speaking of hair, yours has grown longer since we last met. I'm stunned your not fighting guys off" he joked. Part of him kicked himself for saying that, given he had been the only guy in her life until now. Honestly part of him expected her to have cut it off for the sake of Military purposes. The fact that she kept it long after all this time meant a lot to him. He had always loved that part of her.
Mikasa blushed, though a Hanji had suggested cutting it off she had been defiant at leaving it be. Remembering how fond of her hair Jean had been, so she kept it long knowing how much he thought it suited her. But she knew that would sound embarrassing. "I like it long, but Hanji used to style it for me" she confessed. She knew how embarrassing it would be that she kept it in the same style in hopes of getting his attention.
Jean swallowed bravely, taking the chance he had been given. "I… uh… this sounds mushy but… my mum. She… she taught me a couple of things. If you like… I can fix it, so it doesn't get in your way during training" he explained. Truthfully, knowing he would see her again. He had learned how to cook from his mother, as well as having bought a red ribbon from the market for her. Remembering her bright red scarf and how he though it would suit her. He then shyly handed her a small cloth package, wrapped in string. He knew it wasn't fancy, but he felt like she may appreciate it.
Mikasa was touched. It was rare at all that anyone ever gave her presents so she appreciated such a meaningful gesture. Her black eyes brightening with the same childlike wonder from their youth. She unwrapped the gift slowly to find a bright red ribbon to match her scarf inside. "I… I thought it would suit you, plus it matched your scarf" Jean confessed shyly. He knew it was stupid, but he thought she would appreciate it, something to remember him by. Something precious to show how much she meant to him.
Mikasa shifted, reaching out to fix her long black hair from her face. Fixing her hair into a messy bun with her ribbon, her bangs framing her face. The red ribbon bound into her hair tightly. Feeling like she had a piece of Jean close to her at all times. Among the many things she had read about in Japanese culture was the red string of fate. A thread that bound two people together by their hearts, making them soulmates. How odd that she would have a literal resembling gift tied into her hair. "Arigato Jean, it's beautiful" she replied gratefully.
Jean smiled, relieved that she liked the gift. Knowing she would keep it on her person at all times, so that he was always with her in a metaphorical sense. "I knew it would suit you" he said bravely. Now relieved that he made the choice to buy it for her. As mushy as it seemed, he knew she off all people would appreciate the sentimental value behind it. That she would never let another human being so much as touch it, protecting it always.
Mikasa headed out of the door of the canteen quietly, glad to have met Jean again and hoping to catch up further. Away from nosy ears and suspicious eyes, simply wanting to be alone with her childhood friend. She had so much to ask Jean, so many things to tell him and a lot to reminisce over together. They had 3-years' worth of life to talk about, everything they had been up to since they were apart.
"Mikasa? Is that you?" a voice called out in surprise. She looked so different from when they were kids. God her hair was so long and messy, why didn't she cut it? It would be so much easier to deal with. Aside from that she looked well, healthy and happy. He hadn't seen her since that night her uncle adopted her from their home. He had always wondered how her life had been since she went away. If she was happy or if she was looked after.
Mikasa turned her head curiously, wondering who it could be. Aside from Jean she never really had that many friends growing up. He had been someone precious and irreplaceable to her. Upon seeing who it was, her eyes widened with disbelief. Like she was seeing a ghost. "E… Eren?" she stammered. It had been a long time, at least 3 years. He had grown up so much, the boy who had saved her from kidnappers. But after being adopted by her uncle, she had only ever thanked him for the scarf and moved on. Simply a face she had met and forgotten. What was she supposed to say? How was she supposed to act? He was like a stranger, a ghost.
Jean turned to see a tanned male with brown hair and piercing teal eyes approaching. Followed by a shorter, paler blonde male with stunning blue eyes following behind him. How did they know Mikasa and who were they? She didn't seem comfortable with them. He stepped forward protectively, but not blocking their passage. Willing to protect Mikasa from harm if he sensed any form of ill intent from this guy. He knew Mikasa was more than capable of protecting herself. But he would always be there for her.
Eren raised his eyebrow suspiciously, who was this guy defending her like a bulldog? Her boyfriend or something? Why was she so passive and nervous? Was she in an abusive relationship or something like that? This guy better not try anything funny with her, she had already been through enough after her parents had been killed. Did this guy even know anything about her? He probably only liked her for her looks.
"Mikasa, are these guys friends of yours?" Jean asked curiously with a calm tone. He was not the kind of possessive guy to prevent her from having friends. But he could sense the nerves in her tone, so he would not leave her alone. He didn't like this guys attitude and how he was acting like he knew her. She didn't seem comfortable in talking to him at all. The way he used to act when kids used to pick on him.
Mikasa shifted "Back when my parents died, Eren saved me from some kidnappers and his parents looked after me. However, the night it happened my uncle adopted me. So… I never really got to know his family much. But they were nice people" she confessed. Yes, Eren was another one of her saviours but she had never really been able to bond with him much. It was like talking to a stranger, but one with a familiar face. Dejavu for a better word. Being put in a situation of something that felt familiar but you could not explain why.
Eren looked annoyed, but yes, she wasn't wrong. He was a little upset that she never kept in contact with them after what happened. But he had hoped to catch up with her again. To ask how her life had been. But she had never written, she had never visited and she had simply vanished from his life. How ironic that after she left, he would end up losing everything he held dear.
Jean softened, it seemed Mikasa owed a lot to many people. However, this guy acting friendly was still a stranger. A helpful and kind one at that, but if she was raised by her uncle. Then this guy had to be a stranger still. "I see, you're certainly a lucky girl to have people looking out for you" he replied gently. She was very loved. But with a heart like hers, how could people not be drawn to such a tender human being? The innate desire to protect her.
Eren frowned, what the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he patronizing her? He didn't like this guy, he seemed arrogant. He didn't seem friendly or social at all, his body language was guarded, like he was hiding something from her. He wasn't the right kind of guy for her, she deserved better than this. She wasn't some doll to be used for entertainment. "Don't act like you know her buddy!" he growled. He didn't speak for her, she was her own person. So if he could just shut his stupid mouth everything would be fine.
Armin gripped Eren's arm tightly, now wasn't the time to start a fight. It was good to see Mikasa again, but it wasn't best to interfere with her life. It had been 3 years after all, she had been bound to have her own life. A lot of people changed in the time difference, they had new experiences and built new relationships with other people. But that was how life worked, not everything remained familiar. "Eren, that's enough. Your being rude" he replied sternly.
Eren growled but obeyed, he didn't like this guy. He was handsome sure but for whatever reason he carried an air of arrogance that he didn't like. He remembered how his ass had been kicked by Shadis during training. "A stuck up guy like you couldn't possibly understand her feelings" he mocked. He probably only wanted her for her body, which was why he didn't want anyone else approaching her. However, he had no idea of how much he had just pissed off Mikasa.
Mikasa stood protectively in front of Jean, her eyes cold yet calm. She was glad to see Eren again, but she would not let him lay a hand on Jean. He was her best friend and he had done so much for her. "Eren, its good to see you again. But don't hurt my friend, I don't appreciate you attacking my loved ones" she warned. Marco, Eren, Jean and Armin all showed a look of shock upon her speaking those words. The sound of fierceness in her tone when she spoke those words. Knowing what would happen if they got on her bad side. Jean was someone very important to her, someone she had known for a long time and cared for a great deal. She would not tolerate Eren speaking badly of him or even threatening him. No matter what Eren had done for her in the past, if he upset or hurt Jean she would not hesitate to give him a taste of his own medicine. She did not have any tolerance for bullies.
Armin then spoke up "Eren, we have plenty of time to catch up with Mikasa later. She's busy right now so leave her be" he replied firmly. He could see the rage in Mikasa's eyes, like a dog being poked by a stick, preparing to fight. If he made any attempt to approach he would be put flat on his rear in seconds. Eren frowned and huffed under his breath. Before pushing away Armin's hand before stalking off by himself. He was glad to see Mikasa but when had she changed so much? He thought she would be happier to see him again.
Armin watched Eren leave before sighting heavily. He was used to Eren acting out like this, he had never been the same since what happened in Shiganshina. That day when their world changed forever, when they lost their home. He had become angry, bitter and had a very pessimistic sense of the world, his ability to feel happy or optimistic had been drained out of him. "Its nice to meet you Mikasa, I'll see you later" he replied politely. Hoping to explain in person about what had happened all those years ago.
After the guy was out of sight, Jean softened and relaxed. He had no idea who that guy thought he was, but he didn't appreciate how aggressive he had been towards the both of them. Did he have a stick shoved up his ass or something? "What an asshole" Jean huffed. He had done nothing to provoke him, to give him any reason to show such hatred. The guy just looked him up and down and started to assume the worst of him. He had no understanding of their relationship whatsoever, so he had no right to assume.
"He wasn't really friendly, was he?" Marco replied in shock. At first, he thought he might be an old friend of Mikasa's, but she didn't seem to act like she knew him. Just what problem did he have with Jean anyway? He hadn't done anything to provoke him. Their evening had been perfectly pleasant and then all of a sudden turned sour in the blink of an eye. Not really the best way to end an evening at all.
Mikasa turned quietly to face Jean quietly, a look of worry in her eyes. "I'm sorry about that Jean, are you ok?" she asked in concern. She didn't know why Eren would act like that. I mean they hadn't really ever been friends at all. Their meeting was completely coincidental, but she was grateful for what he did for her all the same. But she had no connections to him, she was not his friend or even a neighbour. So why was he giving her such an attitude or arguing with her friends?
Jean sighed heavily and relaxed, slowly averting his gaze to Mikasa "No, its no problem. Just what the hell was that about? Giving me the stink eye and all" he muttered. He had done nothing to offend the guy so why was he being so rude to him? Now his good mood had been ruined once more, why was the world trying to bring him down today? Was this Karma or something? Had he unintentionally pissed someone off?
She softened and sighed in relief herself, glad that it was all over. But she would have to keep an eye on Jean in the future if Eren decided he wanted to cause him trouble again. She then headed out of the hut quietly as Jean and Marco followed close behind. Hoping to forget about it for the rest of the evening. Just wanting to have a good night's rest and get to work in the morning.
"So, your going to join your uncle's team after graduation?" Jean asked casually. Part of him wasn't surprised given how protective he was. But he was also saddened to know he would be separated from her again so soon. He would just have to make the most of their time together before it once more came to an end. He would have to find the courage to tell her how he felt before she was forced to return to her uncle's side and work in his team.
Mikasa nodded "Yeah, his teammates are all going to be like my big brothers and sisters. But I'll miss working beside you. Maybe I can ask my uncle for a flexible position" she said thoughtfully. She didn't want to be separated from Jean, not after their promise. She knew Hanji would understand, though her uncle would be somewhat annoyed about it. But it was her decision and there was no way in hell her mind would be changed.
"I guess in his own way he's just looking out for you. Not many people have family with such an influence" he replied. However, it came out sounding ruder than he meant it to. Mentally punching himself for saying such a thing. Marco groaned under his breath, also aware of how Jean had fucked up with that one line. Of all the ways he could have worded that sentence that was how he had chosen to do so? Nice one there buddy, you've gone and fucked up.
Mikasa stared at him silently, he had a point. Her uncle was the only biological family she had left in the world. So, there was no doubt that he would be worried about her well-being. Trying to compensate for the fact her life would be one of war for a large part of her adulthood. "But it's not all bad, I get to spend the next 3 years with you. Like old times" she replied shyly. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, hoping that her hair was hiding the blush that was tinting her cheeks. She felt butterflies dancing in her stomach, a warm feeling filling her when she was around him. Desperately trying not to act like an idiot when she was around him. But her mind always seemed to go blank and thinking of a distraction to prevent things from going badly.
Jean felt his own cheeks heat, his heart skipping a beat in his chest. Part of him wondering and praying if she liked him too. She was his childhood crush and he still loved her just as strongly as when they were kids. But did she feel the same way? He knew it was a lot to wish for, it was the dream of every guy in the friend zone. But he wasn't willing to push yet, instead wanting to wait and perceive what action to take towards her based on instinct. When the moment felt right.
Mikasa reached out slowly to take Jean's hand, they had to look out for each other. Making allies was important here, as it would benefit them later in the field. But also that they would become like a family over the next 3 years. They needed to support one another. "It really is good to see you again Jean, I mean it" she replied. She had been so lonely when she was unable to see him. Remembering all the fun they had together and wondering what he was doing. If he was safe, happy and having fun.
Jean felt like fireworks were tingling his hand, she was so soft and warm. But whenever she touched him, he felt like all his worries and problems meant nothing at all. She was like an angel, fighting the darkness that lingered in his heart. He squeezed her hand in response, to show he felt the same way. Over the years they had learned to silently communicate, a private conversation only they could understand. "Listen, Mikasa. I was wondering, maybe… do you wanna be training buddies? We can learn skills together, and maybe brush up on our languages. I teach you, you teach me per say" he offered. Knowing how dirty some of what he said sounded.
However, Mikasa was a skilled fighter, he knew basic defence, but he lacked the strength and natural talent she did. If she taught him a few pointers, then maybe he could polish his skills to a better level. As for French, it was his second language, while Mikasa knew Japanese. Maybe they could resolve some kind of private conversation by teaching one another their native tongues. He wanted to protect Mikasa the same way she had him when they were kids. To prove how much stronger he was, to repay her for all she had done for him.
Marco looked impressed, Jean was brave taking the initiative here. Wondering how long Jean had been into this girl and if she felt the same way about him. They really had a strong bond that he was very jealous of indeed. The way they looked at each other, you could smell the tension. But neither were brave enough to make a bold move yet. But he had to admit, that made it all the more entertaining.
Mikasa's eyes lit up brightly again, a look of happiness coming over her. She then grabbed Jean's hand tightly and held it closer to her. Staring him eagerly in the eyes "Yes! Jean I would love that!" she agreed. She knew German and Japanese fairly well, but she didn't know that much French. She would gladly share her dialect with Jean if he was willing to teach her his own. They could be study buddies, growing and learning together. The hope of making new memories with Jean while here, distracted her from the dark and dangerous future they would eventually have to face.
Jean smiled bashfully, he hadn't seen that look on her since they were kids. She really hadn't changed at all, nostalgia hitting him in waves. She was right, it was really good to see each other again. Nothing had changed, it felt like old times all over again. Wishing she would pull him into her arms and hold him close, so he could bury himself in her shoulder and never let her go."Merci, I look forward to being able to teach you all I know".
A warm look of adoration came across Mikasa's face, she really was lucky to have him in her life. Any fear she had of being alone and distracted faded away, she knew she would succeed if she had Jean beside her. They would get through this together. She then leaned forward to kiss his cheek, causing the latter to stiffen at the contact. His cheeks turning as red as her scarf all over again. Her soft black hair brushing against his cheek.
She then pulled away slowly "Oyasuminasai" she replied fondly. She would dream happily tonight of their future and the memories of their childhood. Her inner child screaming with joy and delight. Part of her wanting to jump up and down on the spot with excitement. Holding her gift close to her, she headed back to the female dorms quietly. A new feeling of hope and joy swelling inside of her, swirling around like a storm. But it was a feeling she did not want to cease any time soon.
Jean watched from a distance, staring at her long black hair gleaming in the moonlight. Her soft pale form that gleamed so brightly. Her beauty had only increased since they were kids, his heart aching with love for her. But what hadn't changed most of all, was the passion that she held inside. Her unending loyalty and love that he admired so much. Suddenly a hand placed itself on his shoulder, snapping himself out of his daze. Turning to see Marco grinning at him proudly "way to go buddy. Good job taking the initiative" he teased. He would support him in any way he could, helping Jean to get the girl of his dreams.
Jean blushed, wanting to avoid any situation that would embarrass him in front of Mikasa. He had a slight urge to give Marco a headbutt or noogie for pulling those stunts earlier. She was his best friend as well as his crush and he didn't want to cause any issues to their relationship. "Whatever" he muttered shyly. But he couldn't help but smile a little, feeling hope for their future. Maybe the next 3 years wouldn't be as bad as he thought.