-Reality- Ch.1 (Jean x Sister!Reader)

Prologue here.

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"Brother, Brother, look!"

"What is it, [Name]?"

You tugged at your older brother's arm, ignoring the great amount of annoyance dripping within his words. He grunted in response, showing resistance to your hold. Your tugging started to become more fierce as the year older boy struggled against your grip, the fabric of his clothes nearly ripping apart.

"C'mon!" You're voice became louder, and rather threatening.

"H-Hey! Don't pull on my clothes! You'll tear it!"

"That doesn't matter!" And with that last shout, you rushed forward and pulled your brother with you into a small, black leather seat. It was originally meant for one adult to sit in, but with the two of you still being small children, you fit just right together.

Your sibling gave you a small glare, smoothing out his wrinkled clothing.

"What do you want, [Name]?"

You pouted at his words. 

"Isn't it obvious?!" you yelled, waving your arms in front of the large instrument that the two of you sat before.

It was a piano. It was colored a slick, pitch black that was identical to the black keys below. The top part was propped up, making it seem even larger than it already was to the two of you. The white and black keys were as clean as ever, not a single speck of dust in sight, almost as if it was new.

Your brother sighed with a frown, placing his chin in his palm as he rested his elbow on top of the piano keys, resulting in loud and distorted noises from the strings of the instruments.

"Are you gonna show me one of those songs?" he asked, his amber eyes giving you a small glare of annoyance.

You nodded. "Yup!"

"Again?"

Ignoring his rude tone that you had gotten used to over the years, you repeated, "Yup!"

He sighed once more before lifting up his elbow off the keys and sitting up straight. "Fine. But it better be worth my clothes almost being torn apart. Or else this will be the last composition you'll be playing me."

Your eyes glimmered with stars as you nodded happily like a puppy that had just received its treat, earning a light chuckle from your brother. "Don't worry! I had Mother teach me this one!"

"Alright. If it's Mom teaching you, then it's gotta be good."

Duplicating the smile your brother was giving you, you placed your fingers onto the slick, black and white piano keys. You inhaled before exhaling and positioned your small fingers correctly, calming your beating chest.

And after a few heartbeats, you pressed down onto the keys.

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"What just....?"

You opened your eyes. The only thing that came to your vision was the rusted, wooden ceiling. Confusion built within you, as it took awhile for you to realize that you were on your bed, inside your house. You slowly sat up with the little strength you had on you, the old bed sheets slipping off your torso as the mattress creaked due to the weight shift .

Glancing at the broken window next to you from the corner of your eyes, it was barely sunrise. The sun slowly began to rise up as you watched, the warm light spilling into the room and onto your ice cold body. The radiant energy reflected onto your eyes, coloring them a bright orange.

Looking away, the light immediately disappearing from your orbs, you whispered to yourself, "What was that...?" A stressful sigh escaped your lips as the sun's rays continued to pour from the glass-wreaked window. You raised a hand, brushing through your locks of smooth hair with your fingers.

You were confused.

Why did you have a dream?

And why did it have him in it?

"That's strange...." muttering that, your started down at your pale skin. "Since when did I start having dreams?"

Each and every night you had slept through was dreamless. Not even nightmares had came. Month after month, you slowly began to lose them, before your mind eventually cracked and they stopped.

But what you just saw wasn't a dream.

It was a memory.

From years back.

You pulled your legs up to your chest, hugging them as you rested your forehead on top of your knees. Unknowingly, your mind slowly began to drift, and before you knew it, you had lost yourself to the urge of sleep. Your eyes were snapped close, and your muscles relaxed.

"I still have a few more hours..."

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You woke up with a thud.

Literally.

"Ouch..."

You lifted yourself up from the freezing floor with your hands, immediately rubbing your sore head as you sat up. A grouchy look was sprawled across your features as you realized how all your sleeping materials had been flung all over the place.

You had fallen off your bed.

Hard.

The blankets that you had wrapped around you somehow had reached the other side of the room, folding over in a messy way, and one of your pillows remained on the opposite side of the bed, while the other had taken a turn and fell out the window.

You combed through your wild hair, growling when your fingers got caught in tangled strands. You muttered a "Gross" as you whipped off your drool that was hanging from the corners of your mouth. Shifting your weight onto your feet and legs, you struggled to get up, using the old bed for support.

"I really need to stop moving in my sleep," you said to yourself, grunting when you realized you had to retrieve the fallen pillow outside soon.

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Eventually, you had reached the Trost Military Post for the second time, dressed in the same outfit from yesterday. This time, instead of being inside the Post, everything was set out in the clear field a few miles behind it.

After minutes of walking, you arrived at the field. You stood at the entrance where a wooden gate was planted. The field was completely grass-less, making it easier for the many soon-to-be trainees to move around and get their measurements.

"What are soldiers from the Military Police doing here? Shouldn't they be inside the Interior?" you asked to no one.

Indeed, members of the Military Police had been sprawled all over the place, most with a deep scowl of annoyance of having to be outside of Wall Sina, while the remaining few showing kindness to the teens whom wished to grab their Military uniform.

You eyes squinted in worry. You were never the type to socialize with others, and the fact that everyone else had no problem since they had parents and siblings with them didn't make you feel any better.

That's right. You were alone. You had a family, yet you chose to run away from them two years ago. Their expectations had been too much. Well, for you that is. It was barely anything for your brother, whom was only a year older than you. Things used to be easier when the two of you were children. Always playing around and such. But then life started to take a turn and—

"Ah, Miss [Name]!"

A voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Shooting your head in the direction of the shout, your eyes meeting with familiar hazels ones. It was the soldier from yesterday. She looked exactly the same, almost as if she didn't even change from the day before. Waving her hands at you with a welcoming vibe, she approached you with the most brightest smile you've seen in your fourteen years.

"You're..." you said, voice trailing off. What was her name? You had failed to catch the name of the kind woman the other day, being distracted by your own sea of thoughts, though you doubted that you'd ever meet her again after you joined.

"Good Afternoon!" she cheered, staring down at you. She was almost a good two heads taller than you, making you feel a lot more smaller than you already were. "Did you already have your uniform fit?"

You scratched your neck awkwardly. "N-No, not yet..."

Taking your hand gently in her own, she dragged you across the field. "When come on then, I'll have your uniform set up by no time!" And with that, she grabbed measuring tape from her trouser pockets and bent down to your level. Extending the tape, she asked, "Could you raise up your hands so I can measure your body?"

You nodded, doing as told. As you lifted up your covered arms, you felt the measuring tape in her hands wrap around your waist. She wrote down the numbers on a piece of paper, before moving down to your waist and repeating her actions.

After what felt like seconds, she was finished. She grabbed the paper, rolling up the measuring tape, and stood up. "Alright, [Name], follow me. I'll go take your uniform size and let you try it on."

"Okay." You nodded, following her as she leaded you back to the main post.

You both entered the building, having her quickly request your size from the other soldiers, before continuing to lead you to the individual fitting room stalls. Once you had found a unused stall, she handed you the uniform with a smile, the difficult-looking hardness in her other hand.

It was simple. A tan, cropped leather jacket with the Trainee Corps insignia planted on both sleeves and the left breast pocket, a white collar shirt and trousers, a leather apron to hide the hardness around the lower areas, and slick, brown boots.

"Tell me if anything's wrong, okay?"

"Mmn," you replied with a nod.

After a few minutes, you stepped out of the stall. The outfit had been quite easy to put on, seeing as how you'd need it to be nice and lose while fighting the Titans. But there was one problem...

The hardness.

Words couldn't event explain the confusion you had towards the never-ending series of belts that were meant to be fasten around your body parts to successfully hold up the 3D Maneuvering Gear.

Walking up to your assistant, you awkwardly tapped her shoulder.

"Umm..."

She looked down at you, her signature smile placed on her lips. "Oh, [Name], what's wrong?"

"T-The hardness is..."

"Oh, need help?"

You nodded, pink rising up to your cheeks in embarrassment. "Please do..."

She bent down, taking the hardness from your hands as you took off your boots. "Don't worry about it, all the new recruits have problems with it. You'll get use to it in no time!"

She took two sets from the series, buckling them on the belt tucking in your shirt and apron and taking the upper part and wrapping it over your shoulders where the supporting pieces were fasten on the surface of your back. After that, even she started to have some problems with it.

The silence in the air was nice, seeing as how the soldier was concentrated, but it almost felt like it was killing you. You stood there awkwardly as she continued to fasten your hardness.

Then, the Military Police member broke it.

"You know, [Name]... I'm actually going to join the Survey Corps once this day is over."

Her sudden sentence caught you by surprise. You flinched at the mention of the specific military branch, looking down at the soldier in confusion. "What? W-Why? If you joined the Military Police, that means you were in the Top Ten! Why would you want to move to a lower branch?”

She shook her head, the same smile plastered onto her face. "Lower? I think of us, the Military Police as the lowest of all."

"Huh?"

She fixed up your handgrip holsters, tightening up the belt across your chest.

"I like the Survey Corps, along with the Garrison. They're the branches that really offer their hearts to humanity. The Garrison protects both the Walls and the people, while the Survey Corps are out there to actually kill the Titans. I couldn't think of any people more braver than soldiers of the Survey Corps."

"But..."

"The Military Police consist of nothing but cowards."

Finishing that, she took the remaining pieces and attached them underneath your main belt, crossing the two of them over your lower body parts and strapping them to the sides of your thighs, over your knees, than finally around your feet.

She helped place your boots back on your feet and stood up straight.

"Don't worry about it, [Name]. I'll make it out alive and see you graduate."

You stared at her in amazement. A soldier of the Top Ten—no, the Military Police, had chosen to offer her heart to the defeat of the Titans instead off rotting away in the Interior.

She flashed you a warm smile, ruffling your hair in a gentle way. "You're strong, [Name]. I can see just from looking into those beautiful eyes of yours. You will make it to the Top Ten. You can join the Military Police if you wish, but I know you'll show their asses how it's supposed to be done."

Shock spread across your features.

"What's... What's your name, miss?"

She pulled you into a warm, but very short hug before pushing away, leaving, but not before answering you.

"Erika Klein."