Violet Night

[ AU where Eren is an actor (who also helps behind the scenes at performances) and Jean is a pianist. They perform and attend at the same college ]

[ Please do not read if you have anything against BL. So please take my warning instead of leaving a negative comment. Thank you. ]

        The dark walls echoed the sullen tune that rapidly left Jean's fingertips as they ran along the piano keys, not once tripping. The onlookers seemed to hum quietly, their eyes judging and piercing. Rough, unsteady breaths left the male as he kept his composure, but began to sweat. It was nearly the last line of music when the taste of blood crept over his tongue, a cough building in his throat. Jean's fingers picked up the pace, flowing like the blood in his mouth. He allowed himself a quiet wheeze which only temporarily relieved his throat. The disgusting taste overwhelmed him as the last line processed, a bright violet petal fell from atop the piano, brushing past his swift fingers. As the song ended, Jean felt a rush he hadn't felt before, both dizzy and joyed as the crowd stood, applauding him.

        His fingers gently raised the violet sitting on the piano, bringing it to his chest as he bowed, then hurried off the stage. Jean had just barely made his way off stage, where the crowd could no longer see him when a painful cough over took him, small amounts of blood hitting the hand that covered his mouth. Wheezing and blinking away his pain, he adjusted his posture and wiped the blood away before grabbing his jacket and wallet. He wanted to leave without confronting anyone as usual, but bumped into the one person he didn't want to see.

        "Jaeger," he mutter harshly, his eyes narrowing as he looked the brunet up and down. "You need something?" Jean growled unintentionally, the pain in his throat making him irritable and harsh sounding. "Oh? Me? Nothing. Just wanted to give you a pat on the back for your awful preformance!" Eren's voice pitched with sarcasm as his hand gave Jean a much harder impact than he anticipated. "Was that really called for?" the taller male managed out weakly before coughing into his sleeve. "If you can't handle that, it just proves that you're weak. Ah-" a wave of guilt washed over Eren as he noticed droplets of blood staining the other's sleeve where he had coughed. "The fuck are you staring at?" Jean hissed through clenched teeth, his hand quickly going up to cover his sleeve. "Are you sick or something?" Eren pressed, following as Jean draped his jacket over his arm and headed for the door.

        "On Maria's name, if you keep pestering me, I'm going to hit you right in the jaw. Go away you little shit!" the two shaded man grumbled, making his way to the parking lot behind the college building. "There's something wrong! You're gonna die, aren't you?" Eren snickered a little bit, as if he were making a joke out of Jean's pain. Jean opened his car door, tossing his belongings into the passenger seat, "You're just waiting for the day that I die, right?" he sneared, tugging a cigarette out of his pocket, fumbling as he tried lighting it. "Why don't you go torment someone else with that high pitched voice and annoying child face, hmm? I'm sick of your shit, so run along little boy." A sharp pain gripped the taller male's chest, bringing his insults and complaining to an abrupt stop, leaving Eren confused.

         "Jeez, maybe I'll be the reason you die," he murmured, this time holding back any sort of giggle. "I bet...you think you're funny," Jean leaned against his car, quietly wheezing and trying to regain his strength. "Do you...need a ride home? I shouldn't have made things difficult for you," Eren found the words slipping through his lips. Looks like the guilt had finally taken him over. "You're joking," the other almost laughed, but his chest seemed to restrict him, "How will you get back here genius?" The brunet paused, tapping his fingers against the hood of the car, "I'll take the couch, you drive me back here tomorrow morning for our classes, then we can be assholes to each other again, how about that?" Jean laughed against the pain, grabbing his chest, "Oh, you really will be the reason I die," maybe out of karma, maybe out of irony, the pain seemed to grow. "Get in the fucking car."