Belonging to Love

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I'm also here to say that: THIS BOOK IS PART 2. You can find PART 1 of this story under "When We Meet Again".

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Twannngggg!
The knife found its intended target on the makeshift wall of wood, narrowly missing Jean's head.

Dumbfounded, he simply stood still as the knife finished its symphony of metal on wood.

I beamed with pride, dusting off my hands coolly, "And that's," I pointed at the wall, "how it's done."

"What the hell was that for!?" Jean burst.

I shrugged, stretching my arms above my head and yawned. "I was just making sure that your lack of hand-eye coordination wasn't rubbing off on me."

"So you throw a knife at my head!?"

I contemplated this for a moment, pointing a dramatic finger in the air. "Near your head."

Jean clicked his tongue in utter annoyance and frustration. I laughed as I closed my eyes and took in the perfect spring breeze.

Mikasa had asked me to do this. Help Jean with target practice.

I agreed, of course, Mikasa was one of my best friends and I would do anything for her. But sometimes -now being one time in particular- when Jean could be an absolute pain in the ass.

He hadn't hit a single target in the past three hours. He misses every time, by at least a few inches. Which is partly why Levi wanted Jean to practice outside and had Hanji nail a few pieces of plywood together to make "Experiment 460: Target wall thingy of death!" Or at least that's what Hanji called it. Lately, she liked to add 'of death!' to the end of her inventions.

Another gust of wind blew through my hair, I could hear the breeze hitting the blades of grass as it made a high pitched whirring sound, as if the grass was spinning. Spinning?

I opened my eyes just in time to duck out and onto the bed of green lawn below me, as a knife flew past my head landing hilt up in a flower bed behind me.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" I barked, standing up from my awkward position on the greens.

In the sunlight, I saw wisps of my (H/L)(H/C) hair falling from where I just stood.

Appalled, I reached around my head and felt for the missing hair atop my skull. "Jean!"

"You needed a haircut anyways." Jean smirked at me, just as deviously as I had before.

I caught a glimpse of silver in the corner of my eye and knew exactly what I was going for. Swiftly rolling to the side, I picked up the knife and jumped into a standing position. Blade in hand, hilt up I prepared my arm for a direct hit.

I could feel the anger swelling around my being as I yelled, "I'm getting married in a month! And you chop off my hair?!"

Jean's face turned pale after I said this. He put his hands up in defeat, beads of sweat forming on his brow. Laughing nervously, he said, "Look (Y/N), I didn't mean to-"

I didn't let him finish as I flicked the blade at him, but not directly. He dived for the grass, copying my manoeuvre.

Strands of dead grass clung to his golden hair, as he popped back up from his lucky dodge.