Author's Notes: Whoa, its been too long hasn't it? I lost myself on AO3 and Tumblr and I come back with SNK fanfiction pfft. A lot of thought has been put into this fic so I'm just gonna give you a few heads up.
I don't normally like writing out extremely detailed explanations because I like my readers to have the opportunity to fill in the blanks with their own imagination. However, I will explain a few things since I don't know if people are used to the same kind of supernatural fantasy books I've read, the terms and "facts" in any case. Feel free to ask any questions if there is something that confuses you.
Since I don't have the convenience of tags here, I'm gonna tell you now that the main pairing is Ereri/Rieren. Eren has fuck buddies (Jean and Reiner). There's gonna be sex. Lot's of it. Can't forget the violence. Christ this note is too goddamn long.
Give this a chance, I think you'll like it.
Screams, fire, and the stench of blood.
He walks through the familiar burning city- a town really, with a concealed sadistic smile curling his lips. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
He hears his name in a horrified whisper. He doesn't turn. Lips pull away from bloody fangs as he addresses the person behind him, reaching for him. His words are cruel.
"I'm not sorry."
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Eye-lids heavy with sleep snap open, my eyes locking with the clock on the bedside table. My hand shoots out to smash at the off button. I know waking you up is kind of a clock's job, but Jesus. Groaning, I prop myself up on an elbow, my free hand reaching up to rub at my eyes.
Another glance at the clock has me swearing and throwing the blankets away from my body.
7:38 am
Holy shit, I'm running late. I was supposed to wake up over an hour ago. So much for doing things slow today. Probably gonna have to skip breakfast. I can already feel my insides protesting. In my haste to get out of bed, my legs tangle with the discarded sheet, resulting in my face promptly meeting the floor.
"Fuck!" I howl, clutching my nose as I writhe on the carpeted flooring of my room.
"Eren?" A knock sounds at my door.
"I'm fine, I just...stubbed my toe." I call back, my voice laced with sleep and pain. I hear a soft snort through the door followed by the sound of fading footsteps.
Still rubbing at my injured nose, face twisting as the pain slowly ebbs away, I make my way around the room. Grabbing a change of clothes, a clean pair of boxers (I hope), and a towel, I make my way out the room.
Closing the door behind me, I see Mikasa walk out the bathroom, hair wet, a toothbrush in hand, and nothing but a towel around her neck.
"Christ, Mikasa, just because I've seen it, doesn't mean you gotta keep flaunting it." I smirk as I make my way into the restroom. I hear Mikasa give a snort behind me as I dump my clothing on the toilet seat.
"Like you're one to talk."
I can't help but bark out a laugh. "Hey, sleeping naked is important. Call it, 'in case of a late night romp', know what I'm sayin'?"
It really was much more comfortable for me, sometimes nights were just as hot as when the sun was actually up. It was the middle of May, it was humid as fuck. Like hell I was sleeping in anything.
Mikasa rolls her eyes. "Just get in the goddamn shower, we have to get to work. Well, you mostly."
I turn knobs, the sound of spraying water filling the small space. At least the water didn't take as long to warm up. It was the little things. I step inside as Mikasa stands over the sink to finish brushing her teeth.
"Why are you still here anyway?"
Mikasa was usually the first one at work, always early even though she really didn't have to be. It was rare and usually for a reason.
"I got an assignment coming up, the briefing isn't until later. I thought I might as well get some exercise in while I wait."
That explains it.
Our jobs were not something that most people knew about, it was more an organization than a company if you will. We were the law enforcement for the supernatural. The walls around humanity. To the outside world, we were called the Sina Corporation. We sold supplies to the government; guns, ammunition, anything that dealt with firearms.
On the inside, we were split into three sections, each dealing with different aspects of the world we kept hidden from human eyes.
First, was the Military Police. They were the ones responsible for the legal aspect of the organization. Keeping criminals behind bars, protective custody, immigrants. You name it.
Then there was the Garrison. Their job was to patrol, more or less. They found potential targets, people to keep an eye on. They kept close tabs on any rumors of possible threats- ranging from a danger-zone of white to black.
While the Garrison protected the people like flagrant policemen, the Recon Corps fought in the shadows. Each solider in this branch were trained and tested regularly. They were assigned to take out those considered black listed by Sina. They were spies, assassins. They got their hands bloody.
This is the branch Mikasa works in. The branch I'm striving for.
Rinsing off all excess soap, I turned a knob and cut off the jet of water. Pulling the curtain aside, I stepped out the tub and eyed Mikasa as she brushed her hair. The bathroom was lit with an ugly yellow light (should probably change the bulbs), but it really didn't take away from Mikasa's sex appeal. As much as I could admire the female body, my sexuality resembled a boiled noodle. What can I say, I like dick.
Mikasa had an amazing figure, I could admit that. She worked out regularly, more than was strictly required and it showed. Muscles lined her back, arms, legs. Hell, even her abs had abs.
I clicked my tongue as I made my way over to the sink to grab my own toothbrush. "Nice tits."
Mikasa gave me a blank stare, leaned back on her heels to glance at my backside before replying with a, "Nice ass." She grabbed at the towel around her neck, flicking it off her to slap me in the face before walking back out the door to her own bedroom.
"Ow, you bitch." I called after her, mirth dancing off my tone.
I don't remember when we got so comfortable around each other. Then again, Weres rarely felt the same kind of shame humans did. I've lost count of how many times I've been arrested for public indecency.
Mikasa was a Werecat, all ample grace, fluid movements, and killer instincts. As a Werewolf, I was her polar opposite. I know I'm hot headed and it more often than not lead to fights. I grimaced at the thought.
Spitting the foamy paste from my mouth, I focused on my features in the mirror. Darkened brown hair (damn, should have used Mikasa's shampoo- extra shine) plastered over my face, falling over different colored eyes. Blue-green and gold stared back at me. Smooth, tanned skin stretched over the muscles of my arms and torso. I know I wasn't as ripped as Mikasa (she had to have a special diet or something), but that didn't mean I was a twig in comparison. I was damn fine.
"Eren, you damn narcissist, hurry the hell up." Mikasa called from the kitchen.
I give an exaggerated groan, snatching my clothing from the floor. Dark, semi-loose jeans slid over tanned legs, followed by a snug off-white T. I exit the bathroom to grab at the shoes just inside my bedroom door, slipping them on with a practiced pull of my fingers. I follow my nose to the bitter smell of coffee rising from a pot on the counter.
The apartment was small, but comfortable, it didn't take a lot to clean up. The same could be said for how easy it could be to make a mess. Even so, we managed, switching chores every few days and keeping everything neat. Although the times Mikasa left for missions, I struggled to keep myself fed properly. It couldn't be said that I can't make a mean piece of toast.
"Grab your coffee and let's go, I'm driving."
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Mikasa pulled up to the tall building with the initials, S.C elegantly scripted on the top left side. I sighed as I looked at the digital numbers glaring at me below the radio.
"Might as well get it over with." Mikasa smiled at me softly.
"He's gonna flay my ass, I'm late again." If there was something that the boss was set on, it was punctuality.
Slamming the car doors behind us, we walked at an even pace towards the wide set double doors. The sound of our footsteps echoed across the lobby. The headquarters here in Shiganshina was decades old, yet the building didn't appear past a year. Everything was white and pristine, the occasional potted plant or sofas drawing your attention. Sometimes I liked using the floors as a mirror. There were hallways that lead to different areas on the main floor, usually reserved for visitors. There were three floors above ground and another two below. The second and third floor was where normal Sina Corporation employees did their job. The fourth was where the more special of us came to report or complete paperwork.
We paused upon reaching a set of elevators, one stating RC Personal Only, the other unmarked.
Mikasa pressed the button for the marked elevator.
That elevator lead to the lower floors, where the Recon Corps met up for debriefing and training.
Her elevator dinged and I let out another sigh. Mikasa chuckled. "Good luck, Eren, I'll see you in a few."
With that, the door closed and I made my way to the opposite lift. The sliding of doors, the press of the fourth button, and I was on my way. Another ding and the doors opened once more.
"Nice to see you here early, Jeager."
"Shove it, Kirschtein." What a great way to start my work day. I looked to my right to find Jean getting out of his chair and stagger over to me. He had a face one would immediately deem as "douche-bag worthy." A two-toned haircut like his didn't help matters much. Fuck buddy number one.
A cocky grin split his face. "I can arrange that. Your ass or mine?" He leans into me, a small wave of heat gliding over my skin. A pleasant shudder plants an unamused frown on my face.
"Ugh, not now." I shove at him and the sensation cuts off immediately. A laughs rumbles from his chest.
As much as I hated him sometimes, there were good reasons I put up with him. Jean was a great fuck, hung like the horse shifter he was. The offer was tempting. Really tempting. I considered him a moment. "Rain check."
He smirks at me and his eyes flash. A slight caress of desire breezes past me as he makes his way back to his desk. "I'll hold you to that, Jeager." He jerks a thumb at an office a few feet away. "Go get your ass reamed in a way you don't like."
I groan and drag my feet towards the direction he pointed in. "Fuck you." He blows a kiss at me.
I pass several lined desks, some empty, others having someone typing away furiously or nodding off. I know I'm stalling, but as usual, it only works for so long. I stop at a polished wooden door, the glass window blaring the words "President" in bold black letters. I ignore the plaque and raise a fist to knock. My knuckles don't so much as brush the wood.
"Get in here, Jeager."
Shit.
I swing open the door soundlessly to step inside the office of one Erwin Smith.
The office is not too big, Smith likes things to be practical and simplified rather than take up unnecessary time or space. It shows in everything he says and does. The wall behind him is covered in tinted glass with drawn curtains. He may be an old vampire but the sun gets to him when he's in it too long.
He doesn't look up at me, merely gestures for me to take a seat. Ass meets cushion and his pen continues to scribble away. I let my mind wander.
The boss was handsome, but there was just something about vampires that made me uncomfortable. The smell of death clung to them and in some cases, the stench of decay. When the flesh of a vamp began to rot away it was a sure sign they were turning into something else. That was when vampires became the most dangerous. They had abandoned their humanity.
I eye Smith over. He was always so clean-cut. Blond hair brushed to the side, undercut perfectly evened out. If a vampire as powerful as Smith...no, I shake my head, abandoning the thought.
The silence stretches out and I fidget in my seat. God, he knows how much I hate it when things get quiet, it was like a ringing in my ears that never went away. This kind of admonition as was as mild as he got with me. He lets me stew in my thoughts and watches as I squirm. I register a soft rustle of papers.
"Your test results came in."
My attention is on him immediately. He situates his elbows on the desk and laces his fingers together. He lets the silence ring out once again and I clench my fists. I open my mouth but I don't get the chance to actually retort.
"You have the capabilities to join the Recon Corps." He leans back in his chair.
My heart begins to work overtime.
"However..."
My stomach twists uncomfortably.
"I don't think I can allow you to become a solider just yet."
Alright count to five, no fuck that. I need to count to fucking one hundred. I close my eyes for a moment before asking, "Why's that?"
"You have a couple things you need to work on."
"What-"
"You know what I'm talking about, Eren."
His tone is a little lower but I ignore it. "Spying on me?"
"We keep an eye on all our employees, you know that."
I scowl at him and clench my fists in an attempt to keep my temper in check. "I've been preparing for that test for two fucking years. Trying to pass for the past five fucking months." I stand up and glower at him, my form shimmering faintly. "Yet you tell me you don't think-"
"Eren."
My mouth is forced closed and I feel a pounding pressure in my head. A command. I notice then that Smith's normally baby-blue eyes have bled into red. I grind my teeth together.
"Sit down."
Polyester meets leather harshly and my body is finally allowed to slump against the back of my seat. My breath leaves me in a shuddery exhale. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. I haven't been sleeping well." I press a sweaty palm to my face. I don't see the way Smith narrows his eyes at me.
Smith waves his hand in disregard. "Just get yourself in check. Until then, you're stuck writing up mission reports."
I take that as the dismiss it is and remove myself from the chair on shaky legs. His next words have me stopping at the doorway.
"I hope you understand my decision, Eren."
I stiffen but sag almost immediately. "Yes, sir."
"Good."
The door clicks shut behind me.
Back at my desk, no one says a word to me. Hell, even Jean keeps his distance for once. It was the little things. Still, I couldn't help but let out my hundredth sigh as I booted up my own computer. It was gonna be a long day.
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The clock struck five and my screen finally blacked out for the day.
"Going home?"
I look at Jean to my right and shake my head. "Nah, I think I'm going to see if Mikasa is still here, maybe put in a little workout."
Jean lifts a shoulder. "Alright. See you later, Jeager. Call if you need anything." A brown eye winks at me suggestively.
I chuckle. "Get out of here."
He laughs on his way to the elevator, a hand waving behind him.
Taking a few moments to clean up my desk, I finally make my way down to the first floor below the building. I see Mikasa standing next to Annie and I catch her eye. She nods at me and I make my way over.
"Hey."
"Tell your roommate I'm not sparring with her anymore."
At glance at Mikasa with an amused smile. "What'd you do this time?"
Annie huffs at my side and glares at Mikasa. I hope she doesn't think we don't notice that her eyes aren't nearly as cold as she normally has them. "She wouldn't stop grabbing at my tits."
"All's fair in love and war."
Annie kicks at her half-heartedly and Mikasa dodges effortlessly.
I can't help the wide grin that cracks my face. "Careful there, roomy, people might start thinking you only swing one way."
Mikasa looks at me with the same blank stare she always wears, black eyes glittering. "That's no fun, I don't understand how you can do it."
I wiggle my brows at her. "How can I not? It's dick."
"You guys are fucking gay."
We look at Annie with the same expression of incredulity.
"Gay-er."
I clutch at my belly as my shoulders shake with mirth. Annie was one of the few vamps that I could stand. She didn't appear as manipulative, although I knew she could be. She was more often than not a partner of Mikasa's when it came to assignments. I'm pretty sure they competed.
"You going to be joining Mikasa?" I ask in Annie's direction.
Mikasa answers instead. "No, it's a solo mission for now."
That usually meant that the color code of the mission was somewhere near black. It was too dangerous to send out two agents, so one was left to infiltrate and bring the danger levels down.
I purse my lips. "Be careful, Mikasa."
Her fist juts out to place a light punch on my shoulder. "Don't worry about me, I'm more worried about you. Don't want you burning down the apartment."
"Don't you have somewhere to be?"
She chuckles at my expense. "See you later Eren."
I smile at her. "Yeah, I'll be seeing you." I watch her cross the wide floor of the training room to make her way back outside. I only stop when the elevator doors finally obscure her figure.
I shift my attention to Annie. "Is it alright if I train with you for a little while?"
"Physical or telepathic?"
An image of Smith easily breaking through the barriers of my mind illuminates for a split second.
"Telepathic."
A blond brow raises, but she doesn't question it. "Let's make it both." She blurs and I'm suddenly seeing a fist flying at me.
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Almost three hours later I finally make my way out the glass doors of Sina Corporation, the sun still making its way down the horizon.
Usually, I considered this pretty early. I'd go find a non-human club and find someone to fuck around with. However, I was exhausted in more ways than one, mind and body aching something awful, so I call it a day.
I notice our car parked in the same place it was this morning and make my way over. Crouching, I reach behind the right front tire to grab at the keys I know Mikasa left them at.
The slam of a door, the roar of an engine, and I'm finally on my way home.
Fifteen minutes later, my face meets downy cotton and the world goes dark.
Author's Notes: So, how am I doing?
This fic is, in fact, much further on AO3. Feel free to comment for more info. I'll post the next few chapters very very soon cuz there really is no point in putting it off. Might as well let readers here be caught up.
