SOOOOO here it is, the thrilling next chapter of my saga :) WARNING: there will be violence, language and a little bit of smut in this chapter. As far as the other chapters go, expect there to be the same things as well! PLEASE REVIEW! I neeeeeeeeee feedback like Eren needs Levi X.x hehehe Thank you for reading this far! these chapters are a lot longer then i usually so tell me if they should be longer, shorter, etc? i really hope you enjoy this story, im going to put my heart and soul into it and i promise this will have a happen ending!
The Freckled Angel
Throwing the back doors open, Jean was met with four barrels in his face, locked on and ready to fire.
'Stand down, men! Jean, get your lazy ass in here!' Corporal Levi yelled, grabbing Jean by the shirt and pulling him inside. The doors slammed shut as Levi banged on the back of the front seat, signalling the driver to go.
'What the fuck happened, Rivaille?!'
'...'
'Tell me just what the fuck happened back there!?'
'They were waiting for us, the door they.. It was laced with IED's, Alpha Team didnt stand a chance..' Jean paled. This is fucking Shinganshina district all over again.. he thought, resting his head in his hands.
It had been the most gruesome blood bath he had ever seen, and the reason he had decided to join the Covert Assassination Society. He shuddered remembering the smell of the burning bodies, seeing his comrades blown in half from the traps the enemy had placed. Nothing could have prepared them for what they were walking into..
He had lost so many of his friends that day, watched as his fellow covert ops trainees were cut down. Someone had leaked information of their mission and they now faced a full on assault of over a fifty men to their twenty.
Frozen, he had stood there, all of his training had drained from his memory and then he saw him. PFC Connie Springer, his best friend since the very first day of basic, was doubling over clutching a bloody hand to his stomach and the other still trying to fire rounds at the enemy.
Rushing over to drag a fallen Connie to cover, he leaned him up against the wall. Blood was soaking Connie's jacket at a rapid pace and Jean knew he only had a short amount of time before he lost him. Turning to pull out his medic pack, he was stopped when Connie grasped his hand.
'Don't..' Jean could hear blood gurggling in Connie's mouth, the tears starting to form in his eyes as he started to see the life draining from his best friend.
'You want me to sit there and watch you fucking DIE!? YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT, DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME SPRINGER!' Jean struggled to release his hands from the death grip that held his hand from grabbing the guaze he needed to stop Connie's bleeding.
Connie only smiled and chuckled. Jean stopped struggling and stared at Connie, he was angry, sad, confused, everything all in that one instant.
'Ack!F-Fuck man, I didn't think I'd go out like this GAH fuck! That fucking kills!' Connie held his stomach as the red liquid seeped between his fingers. 'I gave 'em hell though..'
He was fighting back tears that threatened to spill at anytime, he knew his friend wasnt going to make it.
'Yeah, Connie you sure did..' He smiled slightly, a single tear falling slowly down his face.
'Jean..'
'Yeah?'
'Please.. tell Sasha that I love her and GAH! And that I-I'm sorry..' Connie's eyes began to well up with tears. Jean clutched his dying friend's hand as he watched all life slowly fade from his eyes. No.. NO, NO! Jean let the tears fall, rocking back and forth as he held on to the lifeless hand of his comrade. He began to shake with rage, his hand snatched up his rifle as he stood up, recklessly aiming into the room beyond.
'YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, HE HAD A FUCKING KID!? I'LL KILL YOU ALL FOR THIS!?' Jean whipped a hand around, grasping the grenade attached to his body armor and pulled the pin with his teeth. He chucked it like a baseball, hearing shouts to run for cover as he ducked behind the wall and plugged his ears.
'Jean? JEAN!' His head snapped back to reality, Levi's voice bringing him back to attention.
'Wake up the hell up, Jean. This is not the time for daydreaming! Alright, everyone listen up.' Levi turned to the five seated in front of him.
'Mission has been compromised, we all need to disappear and meet back at HQ at 10:00 hours tomorrow. We will be dropping you off at heavily populated points so it will be easier for you to blend in'
'What about Alpha-'
Levi locked his glare into the eyes of Armin Arlert, who snapped his mouth shut and faced the ground.
'They're dead, Arlert. Now, any more questions?' Silence.
'Good, now change into your civilian clothes. We're approaching our first drop off point.' Levi crawled into the passenger seat and began to discuss with the driver. Jean turned to look at his four comrades.
Eren Jager, the over-reactive male who constantly challenged him at anything and everything, be it as simple as who can eat this burrito the fastest. Though he was not the best marksman of the group, he was one of the best male brawlers of the lot which made him a valuable asset.
Mikasa Ackerman, her codename was Black Widow due to her cold and calcuating nature when it came to taking down her mark. Her stealth skills were unmatched, as well as her handiness with a knife. She was a brutal beauty, her jet black hair, heart-stopping body and icy nature tantalized even the most mentally strong men.
Armin Arlert was a quiet, Aryan genius whose technical skills were as refined as Mikasa's blade. He had graduated their basic training class with top marks in all written tests, earning him the respective spot in their secret group.
And finally there was Annie Leonhardt, who was dam near Mikasa's twin. She was mysterious, heartless and could snap a man's neck in half without batting an eyelash. Annie was known for her fighting skills, as well as her efficiency and collected nature whilst carrying out a mission.
The five of them made up Bravo team and were led by Corporal Levi Rivaille, their ever-grouchy squad leader. Levi had gathered them all together two years ago, after scouring the thousands of ranks of soldiers. Jean had agreed to join the group first, followed by Eren, then Mikasa, Armin and then Annie.
Jean was deep in thought, reminiscing about their earlier days when he felt the van whip around a turn and screech to a halt. The back doors flew open as Eren, Mikasa and Armin quickly jumped out and darted away from the van into the crowd beyond.
'Leonhardt, you're up next.'
Annie grunted in response, as she pull down her blue and white striped sweatshirt over her head. Jean started to say something but Annie quickly flicked the hood up and over her head, giving him the 'I really dont want to fucking talk right now' vibe. Jean turned his attention to his backpack and pulled out his civilian cothes.
He quickly stripped off the black pants and shirt he wore to don a clean white button down shirt and a brown pullover vest. Standing up as best he could, he wriggled into his dark blue jeans and slipped on his favorite grey vans. He leaned back and stretched his cramped body, then nudged Annie in the side.
'So, Annie. How would like to g-UFFGH' Jean felt an elbow jam into his stomach.
'Leonhardt, get ready!' Levi called back and Annie stood up to leave. Turning to face him, she raised her middle finger before opening the doors and barreling for a crowded area.
'Goddam, bitch face mcgee! It was a joke!' He rubbed his stomach and rested his head back on the seat. Cloing his eyes, he left his mind drift as the van expertly wound its way through the busy streets. He was almost falling asleep when Levi barked a command at him.
'Oi! Kirschtein, quit slacking off! Your stop is up and I want to get home before midnight.'
Jean stood up next to the door and waited for the van to stop. Feeling the tires screech to a halt, he vaulted out the door and hurriedly immersed himself into the crowded sidewalk. Turning to the street, he scanned the area for landmarks, street signs, shop names, anything to give him an idea of where the hell he was.
Spotting the first neon light he found, he read the sign. Titan Nightclub, eh? A busy nightclub was the perfect place to hide from watching eyes for the next few hours. I could use a beer, or five.. He hurriedly raced across the street to the bar, his mind thinking back to his squad leader.
Dam.. Petra, Gunther, Oluo,Eld.. they can't really be gone Shaking his head, he looked up to face the bouncer and flashed his ID before stepping into the dimmly lit bar. The dance floor was a sweaty hot mess of people grinding on each other, as Closer by Nine Inch Nails began to thump its way out of the ridiculously loud speakers.
Drinks first, dance later. He was in desperate need of the burning alcohol down his throat, washing away the taste of death and painful memories of the past.
'What can I get you, handsome?' The bartender flirted shamelessly, leaning over to expose her already visible cleavage even more.Oh, God.. Jean smiled, and in his most feminine voice possible he replied.
'Oh heyyyy gurl, can I get two shots of tequila for me and my boyfriend over there?' Jean rested his head in one hand, batting his eyelashes. The girl's face flushed bright red as she snapped up straight.
'Uh uh, y-yeah sure. That'll be 6 bucks' Jean smirked as she scurried away, turning around to lean his elbows against the bar. His head bobbed to the music, scanning the crowd for any signs of something off putting. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, he turned to see shot glasses and two limes wedges waiting for him.
Laying down a crisp ten dollar bill from his wallet, he reached over for the salt shaker and licked his hand. Salt. Shot. Lime. The ice cold liquid seered down his throat causing him to gasp. Licking his hand once more, he repeated the process again. Salt. Shot. Lime. Scrunching his face, he stretch his mouth and breathed in deep.
You never remember how much you hate tequila until you do a shot of it. He looked to his left to see two very dangerous looking men in business suits walk through the door. Jean tensed up as they walked over to converse with a big burly looking bouncer, reaching down to make sure his bowie knife was still strapped to his calf. Shit, shit. Distraction, I need a distraction. He whipped around and took a step when a man stumbled in front of him.
'I-I'm sorry, I was- just going to um.. Hi?'
Jean smiled and chuckled to himself as he stared down into the eyes of his god-send distraction. Helping the flustered, freckled male to his feet he sat him down at the bar and hopped up next to him. He could feel the others gaze eyeing him, when he heard him say 'God, He's fucking gorgeous..'
'Well, thanks. You arent too bad on the eyes, yourself.' Jean watched the adorable face of this angel sent from above turn bright red with embarassment.
'I didnt mean- I'm uh Marco..' Jean looked over to see the two suited men from before making their way over towards the bar area. Shit, time to step up my game. Turning slowly, he leaned down next to Marco's ear to hide his face and breathed out
'You are absolutely adorable when you ramble like that. My name is Jean, by the way' He felt Marco shiver and he knew he had him hook, line and sinker. Goddam, I'm good. He grabbed the other's hand in his own and dragged him over to the conviniently dim booth. Looking up to the heavens, he thanked whatever god there was for sending this very drunk, very attractive man his way.
Jean collapsed next to the panting Marco, his afterglow still in effect. Turning towards each other, Jean stared into those warm and comforting brown eyes. Marco was still very intoxicated and was in no way, shape or form to drive at the time. Propping himself up on his elbow, he laid his other arm across Marco's chest seductively.
'So I dont suppose you would want to come home with me for round two, huh?'
Again, the freckled angel blushed a crimson hue and widened his big brown eyes.
'I-I can't, I have w-work in the morning and-' Jean put a finger to Marco's lips.
'You are not driving home right now. Or anytime soon for that matter.' Standing up Jean zipped up his pants and smoothed down his shirt. Marco was struggling to stand as he pulled his own pants up and zipped them.
'R-really, I can drive myself home..' Marco tried to take a step away from Jean but tripped over himself and fell face first onto the floor.
'...'
'You're not driving home, give me your keys.'
'W-why?'
'So I can bring you home, smart ass. Why else do you think?' Jean held out his hand, while Marco fished around in his pocket for his car keys. Helping the fallen man to his feet, he held tightly to his hand and lead him out of the club into the brisk night air. Turning to his left, he spotted two different suited goons, leaning against the side of the building scanning the passing crowds of people.
'Dammit..' Jean cursed under his breath and turned to Marco.
'Marco, where is your car?'
'Mmm?'
'Marco, focus. I need you to focus, Where. Is. Your. Car.?' Jean took Marco's shoulders in each hand giving them a shake. He could see the suits staring over at them out of the corner of his eye.
'I-I-It's I-'
Jean could see the two suits looking over in their direction out of the corner of his eye. No time, no time. His mind raced, and he began to panic. He watched as the suits started to walk over in his direction. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His thoughts were a blur, he needed to blend in, to hide in plain sight.
Taking Marco's face in his hands he pressed his lips against the others, crushing their mouths together. Marco moaned and wrapped his arms around Jean's waist. Gasping as they pulled apart, Marco's eyes shot open.
'Back parking lot, its a grey saturn' Jean grabbed Marco's hand from behind his back and pulled him around the corner of the building towards the back parking lots. He grabbed the car keys from his pocket and turned around to see the suits had followed him and were rounding the corner.
Pratically running, Jean jammed the keys into the slot and turned them, unlocking the passenger side. He shoved Marco inside forcefully.
'Lock the door, get into the back and lay down.' Reaching behind him, he pulled the 9 mm pistol he had tucked into the back of his pants and handed it to a very frightened Marco. 'Take this and DO NOT open the door for anyone but myself, do you understand?'
Marco just sat there dumbfounded, holding the gun like Jean had just handed him a dead squid. Jean leaned in and kissed Marco one last time before shutting the door and turning to face the two enemies who were closing in.
This is going to be an interesting night..
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