A World Not My Own

Jean

They both stared at each other, no one daring to move.

He looks different when I last saw him Marco noticed.

Mind you of course he'd look slightly different, haven't I been gone for almost a year Marco thought.

Jean's hair looked a tad longer, though he looked taller, shoulders broader. His eyes darker.

"What..." Jean choked out.

Jean's hands clenched into fists as he whispered "I-Is this some kind of sick joke?!"

Marco shook his head, his eyes widening "No, its really me I swear!"

He trembled slightly at the sound of Marco's voice.

His eyes very wide, he looked at Marco in pure disbelief, trying to ignore what his brain was telling him.

He found it great difficulty to hold on to all his emotions.

Levi watched them, looking bored, as if a member in his Squad didn't look like they are going to have an emotion brake down any second.

Jean stepped backwards.

"Thats impossible" He said his voice trembling.

"Jean-" Marco murmured, trying to be soothing.

"Don't... you dare!" Jean suddenly snapped as Marco took a step towards him.

"I-" Marco tried to say but Jean cut him of.

"I saw you! I saw your body! You were torn in half! Then we dropped the body on the fire! You were burned! Just like all the other bodies that turned up… You burned up Marco! I watched you burn!" Jean said, he now looked close to tears, grief and anger.

"I-I grieved... I mourned you! You-you can't be here!" He continued, his voice raising.

"Jean…" Marco muttered, he felt like he was almost going to cry as well.

"Its true, he really is somehow back from the dead, he turned up outside the walls. No real memory of how he actually died though we do suspect how it happened. Anyway he has knows nothing of what that went on after the battle of Trost" Levi told Jean calmly.

A shudder ran through Jean's body as he looked at Marco.

His eyes roaming every feature as if trying to find something out of place to disprove Levi's words.

He found nothing.

"P-people just don't come back from the dead!" Jean muttered frantically.

"Well its happened" Levi said dryly.

He glared at his Captain but had enough sense not to argue.

Why isn't he happy to see me? Marco wondered, feeling more hurt than he should

Jean's breathing had picked up as he stared at Marco.

Jean took a couple of steps backwards.

"Jean-" Marco once again tried to talk but he was once again interrupted.

"I'm sorry I just…I just can't deal with this right now" Jean gasped out.

Before Marco could call out to him Jean ran back towards the wooden building, bumping into two figures who had just walked out.

"Hey Jean, we heard shouting-" They stopped as Jean ran into the house slamming the door behind him.

"Whats Jean's prob-oh" Sasha said, she dropped the piece of bread she was holding, her jaw practically hanging of the floor.

Connie muttered "Shit"

"I think I'm going insane Sasha said shakily.

"You're not the only one" Connie replied.