j'ai menti ( JEAN X MIKASA )

Chapter One

"Twenty six... seven... damn, i can't even buy a steamed potato with this." Shoving the remaining coins on his faded torso's pocket, Jean could only take a deep breath and just accept the fact that he won't be having a meal for the night.

The young lad with the auburn hair had just paid his remaining school fee right after he received his monthly pay check for working part-time at the "Underground's pub" as a waiter. He'd been working at the said pub for almost a year and was known for his diligency. Rating his activeness out of ten, he'd be rated as eleven.

The reason behind this, was the fact that he had no one else to rely on but himself only. His mom and dad died in an accident on a trip to the borders around the Sina. The bridge they were crossing was said to be collapsed and it fell, along with the travellers passing by it. The news had set the teenage boy on rage because the police tried to cover up what truly happened.

Seriously? Collapsed? No shit. The bridge was built almost only five years ago. Is the foundation that weak? Knowing the construction took years, that bridge was supposed to be strong enough to last for a decade.

Something happened.

The police are just hiding something from the citizens. as if such alibi would work to everyone, hah, absurd.

This is the main reason why jean wanted to enter the police brigade. He wanted to unveil the truth behind his parents' death along with the hundreds of travellers that is on that bridge last six years ago. Along with it, the other reasons were, to be the one who'd spoil how vile the said organization was and of course the very selfish reason that almost a grooming man like him would ever dreamt of, to have an easy and secure life along with a loving gorgeous wife.

With the reality he witness in everyday of his life, money was seriously the one who's taking control over everything.

Without money you can do nothing.

Due to the absence of his parents, jean up until now, is living a very unfair life.

He would deliver newspapers in the morning, in the after he would study on the only school where future polices and soldiers were being nurtured and in the evening he would work his ass off on a pub as a waiter and on saturdays, he performs on some busy streets of Sina maybe playing a guitar or singing, all for the sake of wanting to be a policeman one day.

The boy's talented, he hasn't discovered his full potential yet for the lack of money that hinders him.

Dragging his already worn-out body towards the pub he's working in, the eyes of the well-dressed, rich bastards started darting him. He paid no heed, but it always tick him off.

'one day, one day. one day i'll pluck those good-for-nothing eyes out of their sockets and feed them to the dogs.' tho it was just a joke, he's anticipating for that to happen one day.

Shrugging the thought of madness off, his gaze shifted towards the pile of boxes scattered around the wet floor. He rolled his eyes, trying to not get bothered by it but failed.

He found himself picking and placing them back. As he was picking the final box, he heard a rustle of keys, making him stop to look who it was.

It was the manager of the pub he was currently working on. ms. hange zoe.

"oh it's you!"

"good evening ma'am," Jean greeted. the manager only nodded.

"Fancy meeting you here kirschtein, isn't your shift tonight? You're overworking yourself."

He could only nod.

Why did he pick them up again?

Well, he didn't know.  It's just a part of him. Rearranging shits and stuffs. A bad habit of him actually.

"By the way take this." He catched what the manager had threw on him.

It was a paper bill.

He looked up to her, only to be given a wink and a beckon for him to shoo away.

Sighing in relief, he turned his heel and walk towards the pub, with a hundred bill on his calloused hand.

"Pure shitty luck," He muttered while taking a stop at the cheapest pastry shop he knew. He bought a meat-filled bun and refilled his empty water bottle.

At least now he's all filled up.

After eating, he went straight at the pub's back door. Stretching his arms for a bit, he knocked three times before coming in.

"Evening," He greeted, only to receive nods and an exhausted "hey" from some of them. He placed his battered back pack in his locker, along with the extra meat buns he bought.

After changing to his usual waiter suit, he walked out of the changing room, only to be greeted by his favorite person.

"Hey Jean!" The freckled young man, almost the same age as him threw a fist bump.

"Yo," He ignored the fist bump and headed inside the pub. The freckled baby could only smile, for he knew how much of a kill joy Jean was.

The night was nothing exciting. Wiping off tables, placing and refilling drinks, girls bouncing their tits on the men's faces, fucking making-outs and scandalous stuffs, really, nothing exciting at all.

"Jean baby, the usual please." The woman winked at Jean, making him cringe. That's one of his usual customer every night and she's always like that towards him. At first he didn't mind because work is work but the woman assumed bullshits. She asked him out only to get dumped because Jean isn't into women who waste money over these shabby of a hobby.

Even the girl got dumped, she was still here. "Well shit, maybe a simple no isn't convincing enough." he muttered after taking her drink from the counter prepared by tonight's bartender in-charge, Reiner.

"The red-head again?"

"Damn,"

Reiner stifled a laugh earning a glare from Jean.

"She seemed hot tho," Reiner said eyeing the said red head sitting on the table few meters away from them.

"Man if you like, feel free."

"You sure 'bout that?"

"Yeah, definitely not my type." Reiner gave Jean a thumbs up then place the ordered drink on his tray.

He could feel his steps getting heavier as he grew near the red-head's table.

The hair is appealing, a definite babe, but he can't stand her unclassy way of living. She's a damn wealthy fella but  wasting the nights for fun and all? nope, a total turn off.

Ah fuck jean, that's why you never get yourself a girlfriend. You're so..... picky.

He's such a delusional man. for a commoner, it's an impracticality to set ideals. My girlfriend must be like this, like that, or whatever but he knew that even though how hard he try, such ideals won't exist in this reality he belong with.

He placed the weird blue looking liquid that he never thought of knowing down on her table and quickly stride away.

'phew, i made it out alive without hearing her dirty words.' he thought, when he reached the changing room. he took a quick peek to see what diverted her attention from him and he teared up from stifling a laugh when he saw reiner sitting beside the red-head with his arm draped around her shoulders.

"Jean are you alright?" Marco tapped his shoulder.

"oh.. haa... yeah, i'm fine... haha."

Being dragged by his best friend, jean could only think of one thing.

' What would be my future woman look like? '