Abused Wings.
Keep opinions nice and criticism is unneeded. I am taking writing classes so I get taught there. These are just for fun and honestly are not important. Last one i made I was attacked on my personality so i'd like to keep that from happening again. Nice reviews and that's all I care about. I also have Dyslexia and Learning disabilities so my grammar and spelling won't be the best. Forgive me on that, but try to bear with me. At least I know my you're, your, two, too, to. Anyways, thanks and enjoy.
(Eren Jaegers point of view. A gay (yaoi) fanfiction of the ship named Ereri. Warning Boy X Boy love. Rated M for good reasons such as cursing and most likely sexual things. Placed in high school not the Attack on Titan setting. Bullying, use of the words faggot and retard. If you're sensitive… understand this is an high school environment and when or if you're there, it'll be everywhere.)
Chapter one:
A beeping echoes into my ears, bumping around in my solid skull as I lay there half asleep. A warmth pounces against my skin as I feel sweat fall down my back. The layers of blankets in the summer time leaves me like a heated sardine, but i'd rather it that way.
My teal green eyes flutter open as the alarm continues to scream. Dark circles float underneath my eyes from a lack of sleep, due to my on going nightmares of giant people eating me alive. A stupid thing that leads me to fear the thought of closing my eyes... to drift into the world of sleep.
A yawn escapes my lips as my arms hold my body up. The realization that it's the first day of school makes my pupils shrinken as my limbs flail, making me fall to the wooden floor.
"Damn…" I mutter, clamping my teeth together. I sit up on the floor as I hear footsteps down stairs. My short brown hair is pushed outta the way by my hand as I lift myself up, holding onto the bed frame for support. I drag my socks against the floor as I grab the doorknob to walk from my room. When it's open, I see the stairs to the side of my eyes. I make my way down to them and when I do, I see my mother in the kitchen, making breakfast. My adopted sister stares at me as she places an egg into her mouth. Mikasa, the girl that lives with us. She isn't exactly adopted, we found her after her parents were murdered and took her in. I honestly just see her as a sibling, but I have no idea how she see's us.
"Good morning Eren." She says loudly as her black eyes stare into my green ones. Her black hair falls long and straight as she turns back to her meal. The red scarf I gave her still wraps around her neck, I only ever see it off when she sleeps. When we found her, she was cold… so I handed her my scarf. Since then, it's never left her.
"Eren," my mother says as she flips the bacon, "are you showered, dressed, even a bit ready?" This might sound like she is giving me a lecture, but she turns to me with her loving smile as always. My mom see's the pj's that rest on my hips and shakes her head in reply. "What am I going to do with you?" She chuckles as she points to the stairs. "Go and get ready, then you can eat." Mom adds. In response, I nod, racing up the stairs. I make my way back into my bedroom to see a mess that normally is left. My parents used to get on my case about the state my room is always in, but they gave up after three years of trying.
Making my way to the dresser, I throw it open to see clothes piling out of it like a waterfall. Ignoring it, or simply not caring, I shove my hands into the mess and pull out a shirt and pants. I pull the white t-shirt over my bare chest where my six pack lays. Then I pull the tan pants against my strong stable legs from the sports I play. I stare at the dresser and put on a navy blue flannel on, finally finishing. Then it hits me. I stare at the golden key that sits on my side table that was given to me as a birthday gift from my father. My legs lift themselves up as my fingers grip onto the object. I put it around my neck and shove it underneath my shirt. After I finish for sure now, I walk out the door and make my way down the stairs, into the kitchen. I place myself onto a chair next to Mikasa, who looks at me with blank eyes.
"Eren, you have dirt on your cheek." She states as she picks up her napkin and wipes it off. Waving her off, my mother gives a cold look, but continues cooking. I sigh, poking at my eggs as Mikasa stares at her milk with the same expression as before. The T.V. man speaks, talking about the weather still acting as if school shouldn't be starting which makes a tsk noise fall from my tongue.
"You know your classes, correct?" My father asks me as he makes himself known, walking into the room. My father is a doctor, a bloody good one too. Out of all the people in the world, he is the closest to solving the cure for cancer. He's been on T.V. multiple times and gets interviews a ton. My dad is almost never home because of this, leaving me bitter towards him.
"Yes, father." I speak as I continue to only stab into my eggs. Mom snaps her fingers and points to my food saying, eat. I groan and shove the meal into my mouth as I stare out the glass sliding door that leads to our pool outside.
"No getting into fights, Eren." My father says as he flips the page to the newspaper that lies in his hands. I look at him with a glare which makes him raise an eyebrow at me. "Eren, I am serious," he states, "control your anger." My father sighs and goes back to the reading.
"I'll not fight if no one starts shit with me." I snap back. My mom shakes her head and tells me to watch my mouth. My eyes roll as I take a sip of my milk. Mikasa just stares at me as normal, saying nothing on this conversation.
"You need to mature, Eren." My father insults. "You act like a hormonal teen on steroids, being unable to control their emotions."
"I am a teenager on hormones!" I shout back. "I'm only 15! Stop pestering me every morning and let me eat!" I continue as I slam my fork onto the table. My mother storms over to me and grabs my ear. "Oww!"
"Eren, we talked about your attitude towards us. We love you, but we're your parents." She lectures. "Someday, we could die and the last thing you could do is yell at us or curse us out." I grab her wrist as I try to pry her fingers from my ear, only to have her grab my arm. "Eren Jaeger, listen to me." My mother says calmly. "Be the boy we see deep inside." And with that she lets go and walks back to the stove. My fingers rub against my sore year as I pick up my fork with the other. A horn fills our ears as I look up, towards the front door.
"The bus is here." Mikasa says, hopping out of her seat. She grabs her bag as I race for my navy blue vans. Without time to put them on, I carry them as I run to the yellow bus that continue to shout at us with a beep. The two doors pry open as I race onto it. Mikasa calmly walks on giving a smile to the bus driver. The lady stops us and asks for our names to make sure she has the right people abording her ride. When we say our name, she nods and lets us go. That's when a waving hand catches my eyes. A blue eyed boy, with long blonde hair that reaches to the bottom of his chin, waves at us. He is short, small in both height and frame, we know him as our childhood friend. Armin is wearing a white button up and tan shorts that meets above the knees. Armin is very kind hearted, but also frequently picked on. He finds himself to be too smart for his age which leads him to be the prime victim. I always get in fights to protect him.
"I saved some seats for you." He states, smiling. We both make our way to him as people stare at the new freshman to the school. Mikasa goes to sit down, but realizes there is a person in the other seat. Not wanting to be near the stranger, she places herself next to Armin, which means I have to sit next to the guy.
He looks cold, not like chilly, but heartless. His face and eyes reflect a kinda chill down your spin that makes you twitch from the feeling. His eyes move up to mine and I see that her has an undercut. The guys black hair help with the unwelcoming stare as his slim eyebrows press down, into a glare. I awkwardly smile as I place myself next to him. I open my mouth trying to be polite to this new guy I just met.
"Uh, I'm Eren… Eren Jaeger. What's your name?" I say softly. His dull blue eyes stare into my soul as he speaks in a deep tone.
"Levi Ackerman." Is his answer. "And when's the last time you showered?"