Nyra stopped dead, turning to look at her parents. "We won't force you to come home, but we can't take care of him ourselves. Take him." Nyra's mother said.
Nyra couldn't protest to it. She didn't want her sibling to die, or not have someone watch over him like Justin had for her. She wasn't sure what the Higher Ranks would say, but it was an offer she couldn't refuse. "Bring him here. I'll take him." Nyra mumbled. Her parents only nodded, pivoting to walk back home.
"Are you really going to take him?" Jean asked her calmly. Nyra nodded. "I won't let him grow how I did. I'll keep him safe." Nyra said softly. Jean looked down at her, kissing her forehead. "I'll help you." he offered with a smile. Nyra looked up to him, hugging his arm. "Thanks, Jean." she said with a smile.
Anything to keep you around.
Nyra soon caught glimpse of her parents, holding a small child, no older then the age of nine months. Her breath caught in her throat. He had her purple eyes. Jean put a tight hand on her shoulder, as her parents approached. "His name is Marco," both teenagers caught their breath, "But I'm sure you'll change it la-" "No. His name is perfect."
"Well, I suppose now is the time to say goodbye. I'm sorry we ruined your idea of a perfect family. Don't tell Marco about us. We wouldn't want him to think of his parents as brutes.." her parents said quickly, before they left to disappear in the crowds. Nyra watched them leave, sighing softly.
Nyra turned to look up at Jean. Marco looked much like Nyra had at the age of nine months, save for the fact that she had a ton of hair. Jean leaned over, looking down at Nyra's little brother. "He looks just like you, Ny."
Marco began to cry, holding his hands out to Jean. Jean looked down at Nyra, who, with a smile, handed Marco to Jean. Marco relaxed, looking up at Jean through innocent purple eyes. "You look just like your sister. You both have those innocent purple eyes, and pitch black hair. I hope you grow up to be like her." Jean said with a smile. Marco made a series of babbles, playing with the assests on Jean's shirt. Nyra fixed the scarf on her shoulder, watching Jean and Marco. "You have the name of my best friend. Maybe you'll end up growing up like him, as a natural leader. But, as long as you grow up and help your sister, I'll be happy." Jean said with a smile.
He was about to hand Marco back to Nyra, when Sasha came running, tackling Nyra happily. Jean quickly held Marco back, watching as Connie and Mei came running after. "Sorry! She saw you two and wanted to say hi, and- Hey. Who's the kid?" Connie asked, looking down to Marco. Sasha sat up, looking to the child in Jean's arms. "Nyra's brother. His name is Marco." Jean said. Marco started to fidget and cry, with all the unknown people. Nyra quickly sat up, after Sasha moved from her. "Can i hold him?" Mei asked with a smile. "Yeah, of course, Mei." Nyra said, as she stood with some help from Sasha. Jean handed Marco over to Mei.
"Hiya! I'm Mei!" Mei said with a smile. "His name is Marco." Nyra said with a smile. "How did you find him?" Connie asked. "I'll explain back at headquarters. Why don't we go find Eren and Mikasa, and go out for lunch, or dinner?" Nyra suggested. "Sure!" Sasha and Mei said happily. Mei handed Marco back to Nyra, while the group departed to find Eren and Mikasa.
//I lied. It'll be a three/four part thing, just so updates aren't like, 2-3 weeks apart. This chapter is so short. It makes me sad :c
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The World is Cruel (Shingeki no Kyojin fanfic)
Fanfiction(JeanxOC) What can you do when you've lost it all? Living in a world with Titan's has never been harder. But with someone like him, Nyra knew she could do anything. But with friends and their hidden secrets, things would get rough. Having to kill th...
