I DO NOT OWN SNK OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS. That privilege belongs to Isiyama.

I decided to start a new fanfiction. Don't worry, I am still continuing 'You can tell me,' but I have high hopes for this FanFic too. I hope you enjoy. This is in Eren's point of view. Don't worry, there will be steamy scenes later on, most likely. I like a slow progressing story to allow the characters to build up along with the story.

I am British so sorry if anything confuses you.

Please enjoy, review, favorite, whatever. It's ALWAYS appreciated!

"Fuck, Shit, Goddammit."

Multiple cried of laughter filled my ears, infuriating me further. "Hey, guys, this isn't funny! So dude keeps camping!"

"No, Jeager, you're just a Noob." Cried another voice.

"Shut up, Horseface!" I snapped.

The laughter didn't cease, however. Neither did my constant slur of swears. As soon as it was over he slammed my controller down into my bed. "I give up! Brb guys." Acknowledging hums came from the other sides of his party. I removed and placed down my head-set, so I could shuffle off the bed.

My room was a mess and I had to slalom around the towers of mangled fabric.

Once out of my room, I shuffled down to Mikasa's room. Mikasa's my sister, adoptive. Her parents were out on a meal, for their anniversary, both had drunk that night so they decided to walk. As it was practically impossible to get a taxi anywhere in this city, too, so walking was their only option. Unfortunately, they were mugged and killed, mercilessly. Mikasa, stayed with us that night and she- and us- found out the next morning. My dad was a close family friend to the Ackermans; Mikasa had no family left so we took her in.

She had moved in the same day. I still remember it. Once we had finished unpacking her stuff, I was walking past her room (previously the guest bedroom) and heard sobbing. Me being the nosy child I was, went investigate.

Mikasa was hunched over the end of the bed, gripping a photo frame between her fingers. She was shivering, but it wasn't cold. I remember leaving to go back to my room and grabbing a scarf, my favourite one. It was a dark crimson red and the fabric was extremely soft. I walked in and wrapped it around her. We were both around 8 at the time, so a gesture like that was almost like a proposal.

The raven-haired girl always wore the scarf from then on. You literally had to rip it away from her when it needed to be washed or something. It was her safety blanket in a way, being without it made her depressed and moody.

My mother died when I was 16, due to cancer and my dad drank himself to a sleep which he never woke up from, after her death.

Our best friend, Armin's grandfather died from a heart-attack not long after. None of us had any family left, other than each other. We all moved into a three bedroom apartment together, in London.

We all pitch in for the rent each month. Armin and I are programmers, so we work from home and Mikasa works at an important games company. All three of us are seriously into games. We always have been.

Our platform preferences are all different, however. I'm more of an Xbox person, Armin, Pc and Mikasa, PlayStation. Though we all had one of each (our jobs provided them, reduced prices or completely free sometimes) we still had favourites. It was a common occurrence for us to bicker and argue about which platform is the best though. Each time ending in us agreeing to disagree. This was also the case with our preferences on game types. Mikasa would tend to stick to fist person shooters, she is an aggressive person so she opted to kill pixels rather than us. Armin's favourites are strategy games. Me? I don't really have a preference, I just enjoy games altogether.

Knock, knock

I patted at Mikasa's door. She replied with a groan, signalling she was in the middle of a game.

I walked in as quiet as possible to try and not put her off. Indeed she was in the middle of a game. She was playing 'Battlefield 4' and was totally owning. This wasn't a surprise though, Mikasa would always be top on the score board, ALWAYS. I can't recall a time when she wasn't.

Mikasa had noticed me slip and grunted in question.

Clearing my throat I asked, "Mikasa, I'm ordering pizza. Do you want any?"

She nodded in reply.

"Your usual?"

She nodded again.

When I got my answers out of her, I took my leave, knowing full well she wouldn't advance the conversation. As she never even spoke to me in the first place. As quickly as I went in, I was out again. Heading to Armin's room this time. On the way there I travelled past the living room and entered, swiping up the house phone in my hand.

Armin's room was the furthest in the Apartment, mine being the middle one and Mikasa's closest to the door. We had two bathrooms, a shared one and an en-suite. Armin had the highest paid job so he got to pick the first room as he paid more rent than us two. To my surprise, he didn't pick the one with the en-suite, but the one with the most windows. I ended up with the middle room (the one with the en-suite, which secretly pleased me); Mikasa was adamant on having the one closest to the door, she claimed to be the strongest –which she was- so she was the best one to fight burglars. Not like there would be any, where we lived. Our flat was situated in a more 'well off' area of London. I guess karma worked in our favour; after all the hardship from losing our loved ones, we landed our-selves really well paid jobs, which we loved. Life was great.

The walls were white washed and the floor dark, mocha coloured laminate. Every so often there would be a lime-green or violet rug lay out onto the floor.

The one outside Armin's door was a lime-green one. I poised myself in-front of the heavy oak door.

Knock, knock

I dug my toes into the vibrant rug, feeling its heavenly soft furs, tickle my feet. My mind zoned out. Looking down at my occupied feet, my thoughts wandered off task and I was mesmerized by my own toes. I was snapped back to reality, however when I heard shuffling behind the door. Going into Armin's room, without permission was a big no-no so the best I can do is just wait. Wait I did.

The boy was so bothered about people going into his room. Probably because important papers of coding and keys were tacked to his walls. Armin was always really secretive about his work. This was most likely down to the fact that his coding was key to the game so one single mistake could set the game release back for a while. His work was all original and his own so he protected it from copy right. I don't blame him though, I would do the same. The initial base coding was the most difficult job. But he was literally a genius so it wasn't a task too difficult for him.

Armin and I work for the same company, a company that released blockbuster, multi-million hit games. Armin would do the initial coding and this had to be perfect. A few other people would do other, less important programming. My task was to smooth out the creases in the game. I was responsible for fixing glitches and bugs. It was a relatively simple job to someone like Armin, but for it was a challenge and a challenge, I do like.

Click

The door squeaked open to reveal, Armin. He was a short boy with bright blonde hair. His hair was really long and he mainly had it scraped up into a pony tail. Armin wore small reading glasses that perched at the end of his nose. He was lean but had no muscle. Throughout High-school, college and even University (Which is surprising because you would think people would have grown up by then) teased Armin for being a 'know-it-all cry-baby.' Yes, Armin did cry a lot but it doesn't make him any less of a person. The constantly bullying Armin received caused me to get into many fights. He's family. I can't sit back and let people walk over him. Though neither Mikasa nor Armin approved of my choices, they didn't stop me; they knew it was the only way to make it stop. It did, eventually. After all the drama, I cracked down on school work and, with the help of Armin managed to do a U-turn on my grades. It was the least Armin could do for me, after I put my neck on the line (many a time) to help him.

"Hey, Eren." He said adjusting his glasses further up his face, "What do you want?"

"I was about to order pizza," I said, holding up the phone, wiggling it between my forefinger and thumb. "Do you want any? My treat, I just got paid."

The blonde boy thought about it for a moment and smiled. "Sure, Eren, if you're asking. Ham and pineapple will do."

I scrunched my face up in disgust, "How can you eat that? Pineapple with savoury food knocks me sick, just thinking about it." I let my mind wander to the image, sending ripples of shivers down my spine.

Armin just smirked back. "Thank you" He said before closing his door gently. Deploying another creak.

Click

I turned away and walked down the hall, into the living room, dialing the number. Once dialed, I held it up to my ear, wincing at the loud piercing tone that began to give me a headache. A cheery woman and the other end answered, her voiced oozing with enthusiasm and smiles, if that's even possible. "Hello, this is 'Pixis pizza Place, how may I help you?"

"Can I have a 3 medium pizzas, please? One Ham and pineapple," –shuddering at the though- "one meat-feast and a pepperoni, please, thank you."

"You certainly can, is that everything, sir?"

I thought for a second then licked my dry lips. "Could I have 3 cans of 'Fanta: Mango and Passion Fruit' and 3 cans of 'KA: Grape Soda' too as well, please?"

"Yep, that all?"

"Mhm" I hummed in response.

"Okay, we will have it there in about 20 minutes."

I thanked her once more and hung up the phone, placing it back in its cradle.

Once I had made it into my room, I searched in my many piles of messy fabric, to find my wallet. That was, until a loud chime rang from my Xbox, which made me jump.

Friend request: Capn'Rivai

OOOOH! I wonder who 'Capn'Rivai' is, I wonder how he got hold of Eren's gamer-tag :3 you will have to wait and see.

I do hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will be out ASAP, as will the one for 'You can tell me.'

ciao!