One Shot || Kicked Out

Levi Ackerman pulled his coat even tighter around himself as he trudged down the soaking wet streets of Maria Close, feet slouching through the slushy, melting snow seemingly everywhere in the ground. The once pure white snow was now just a black, dirtied mess of slushwater. He absolutely despised this part of Winter: the part when if you went outside you would most certainly come back soaked from head to toe.

The man's breath misted in front of him as he carried on through this wet and cold mess, seeing nobody around him. The streets were dead quite; probably because everyone else was sane enough to stay inside when the weather was like this. The only reason Levi was out here in the freezing cold was because he needed to buy more Tacos. Tacos...

It was the thought of Tacos which kept this man moving forwards, towards the 24hour convenience store he knew sold the food that must be a blessing from the gods. It'd be okay. If he could just reach that bright green convenience store that was just in front of him, everything would be fine, and the icy water sloshing around in his boots would be worth it.

He kept repeating that thought to himself over and over as he opened the little green door, a bell chiming as he entered. This place was small and run down, but it did Tacos so to Levi its current state of repair really didn't matter. That is as long as the little store didn't close down. If that happened... Well, Levi didn't even want to think about that.

Five minutes later saw Levi leaving the convenience store, face the perfect picture of both a terrible fury and that of someone who had just been crushingly disappointed. They'd been out of Tacos. The 24hour convenience store that always, always sold Tacos were completely out of stock. Of course they'd been out of Tacos. Why the hell wouldn't they be out of Tacos? Life did hate him, after all. He huffed in annoyance as he made his way back towards his home in Rose Street, muting about Tacos and convenience stores and missiles. He got all the way to his house, making detailed plans in his head about sneaking to Russia and launching a nuclear missile attack on the convenience store, when he heard yelling.

Levi Ackerman stopped with his keys half way to the pristine, shiny lock in the door. His house was right at the end of the dead end street, which was filled with mostly middle to poor class people of all kinds of backgrounds. His entire focus at that moment was on picking up the conversation that seemed to be going on a little ways down the street.

"Don't you ever come back here again, you... You freak!"

"But Mum..."

Levi's eyes widened drastically as he heard the second voice. A voice he knew from years of that brat endlessly annoying him and then somehow squirming his way into the man's life. That was the voice of Eren Jaeger, who lived seven houses down from him.

"No! Don't call me that, Eren! You're not my son! I didn't give birth to some gay piece of trash! I never want to see you again, you got that!? You're not a part of this family!"

Levi felt slightly shocked as the sound of a door slamming rang through the street, echoing off the houses. That family had seemed so... Happy. So peaceful. As if nothing would ever be able to pull them apart. He would never have expected Carla Jaeger to just disown and kick out her son like that. Not in a million years.

The man turned around slowly, looking at Eren. The boy was standing outside his small house, seemingly in shock, hand half raised towards the wooden door. Levi sighed loudly to himself, slipping his keys back in his pocket as he began to walk over to the brat. It was pretty clear what had happened, and he wouldn't feel right if he just left the kid outside to freeze his ass off.

"Oy, brat."

Eren snapped his head up as soon as he heard his name, shivering slightly. Whether it was from the cold or from the utter shock he just have been in at that moment, Levi wasn't sure. Shining teal green eyes looked up at the man, who despite his size was still slightly taller than Eren.

"Levi? What are you doing out this late?"

The man took one look over Eren's shivering form, before sighing quietly, looking back at his house before turning back to the boy, crossing his arms to defend against the merciless icy wind that had just blown in.

"I could say the same thing to you, brat."

The man raised his hand as Eren opened his mouth to speak, effectively silencing him.

"Don't worry, I heard everything. Come on, you can stay with me for a bit, I'd just get nightmares if I left you outside to get hypothermia or some shit. Follow me. Brat."

A/N: Okay so I'll be the first to admit that was just a little crack-shot I came up with on a Sunday. I guess I could write a second piece if anybody wants me to, so if you do just request it I guess.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little slice of trash

~ZeR0