Childish Games

Childish Games - Five

-Chapter Five-

'Did you hear?'

'What? What's happened?'

'Nobody told you about what happened in court?' Of course, Eren's court trial was the topic of conversation around the whole world right now (their world anyway, within these walls) and honestly, he wanted to be let in on the information. Mikasa was silent, staring blankly at the table as if she'd just committed an unspeakable crime. Jean considered asking what had happened, but he was almost certain that she'd either ignore him, murder him, or chop off his penis. So he decided to eavesdrop on Ymir's conversation with Krista instead.

'I heard that the Survey Corps wanted him.' Krista said, looking around seemingly nervous to be talking about this.

'Well, I heard that Corporal Levi beat the shit out of him while he was handcuffed to a post. Sounds pretty kinky to me if I'm being honest.' This made Jean laugh to himself and he tried to muffle the sound by covering it up with a cough.

'Ymir!' Krista whined, 'This is serious; Eren could've been killed.'

'But he wasn't, so I can therefore say he got the shit beaten out of him.' Ymir seemed very pleased with herself at this, and she folded her arms across her chest. Jean sighed a little and rolled his eyes, turning his head and noticing that Marco was now sat beside him.

'Since when did you get here?' He asked, and Marco shook his head a little.

'Not been here long, just about five minutes maybe.' Jean nodded and turned a little more to face him. 'I was listening in on the conversation too, but I got most of the information from Armin already.' Marco said, although he lowered his voice so he wouldn't be heard. Jean nodded and glanced over at Ymir before looking back at Marco and muttering in his ear.

'All I know is that Levi beat the shit out of Eren.' He said, 'And Ymir over there thinks it sounds rather kinky.' Marco laughed at this and covered his mouth up to try and contain the giggles. Cute. Jean finished off a glass of water he was sipping at and stood up, grabbing Marco's arm in a way that could still be seen as platonic by anyone else, to avoid anyone misunderstanding the chuckles for them taking the piss out of Eren.

'I have a very strong feeling that we'll be using our 3DMG a lot more soon.' Jean sighed, although it was quite a bleak topic, there was no way they could avoid the verisimilitude of it all.

'Yeah, I mean, we haven't had to use it drastically in a while.' Marco muttered, 'I figured something would happen soon enough.' He then proceeded to explain how Erwin Smith had suggested they take Eren outside the walls on an expedition and if the mission was a success, he wasn't considered a threat. Somehow, Jean knew instantly that people would still think of him as a threat, no matter how much he eventually benefited them in the long run. People just didn't particularly like change.

'I don't think people will ever fully accept this though.' Jean voiced aloud, leaning against a wall they were stood near. Marco hadn't noticed and continued to walk off, making Jean chuckle. 'Marco.'

'Jean.' The freckled boy spun around grinning and looking very pleased with himself. He moved back over to Jean and stood in front of him, folding his arms behind his back as he just stood there, almost having a staring competition with each other. Jean closed his eyes and scratched the back of his neck as he let out a little yawn, opening them again just as Marco had moved closer to him, not too much but enough to be noticeable.

'Hi.' Jean smiled, withdrawing his hand from his neck and deciding to just go for it, resting both of his hands on the other's waist. This earned a blush from Marco, and honestly, Jean loved it. The blush, however, didn't stop him from lifting his own arms and draping them almost lazily around Jean's shoulders. He had a feeling that his slight height disadvantage would make their current position look like they were standing in the wrong places, that Jean should be stood the way Marco was and vice versa. He didn't care though. How could he? He especially couldn't care about that when Marco decided to lean in even closer still, finally closing the gap between them. (And by finally, he meant it felt like he'd been waiting his whole life for this to happen to him.) At this point, he couldn't care less who saw them, or who they told. All he cared about was Marco, and how perfectly well they seemed to fit together. By the time they did break apart, there was a very thin trail of their saliva still connecting their lips, but it snapped as soon as they parted a bit more.

'Marco..' He murmured, nudging their noses together and smiling, not at all expecting what the taller boy said next;

'Polo.'