Summary:

"I'm giving you till the end of the month. If you can't make a god damn difference then you're get the hell out of my life. Got it brat?"
Levi is a 35 year old man suffering with depression, anxiety, ocd, and self-mutilation. He's given up hope, until Eren comes into his life. He is determined to make Levi happy at least once. The catch? He has till the end of the month to do it. Plus? He gets to live with Levi. Is that even a plus?

Notes:

Sorry if this sucks it's my frist Ereri fanfiction.
So um I tried. Enjoy. And I'm sorry my mind is dark. I like to torture characters.
Also, might I add that I am sorta writing this from my own experiences and mind and what not… if you get what I mean? I have Levi's problems basically.

25 Days

Chapter 1 - Over the Rail

'Just one step, and it's all over. There will be nothing anymore. No work, no annoyance, no voices, no thoughts, no pain. Just one step.'

I think as I sit on the railing of my balcony that is on the fourth floor of the apartment building. Below me sits the narrow city street and rushing cars and people walking fast to be on time with their busy lives. Pathetic.

I swing my legs over the railing and step back down on my balcony and take one last drag on my cigarette. After that I slide open the door and step inside my neat apartment. I grind my cigarette into the ash tray on the counter and leave it there. I walk through my large apartment to my office room. The walls are a dark gray, theres a small window with a desk and computer in front of it with a gray couch next to it. I flicked on the dim light and sat down in my black chair and turned my laptop on, but gave the keyboard a quick wipe with a tissue before laying a finger on it. I gave the mouse a quick wipe as well and then tossed the tissue in the trash. The screen lit up and the start up screen appeared and I waited for it to load and then typed in my password. I clicked open word and opened my document I was writing.

It's just a stupid fiction book… it started out on a stupid app cause I got bored on day and Hanji had mentioned it. So, out of complete and utter boredom, I found myself typing a stupid book about a neurotic man falling in loving with a happy stupid kid. Some how people liked it and it got popular. Then a publishing deal came along and now I'm a author… I'm on hiatus though. I have been since I was 28. Might I add I'm fucking 30 now. At this point I just write stupid random stories on my shitty blog but people like them I'm not sure why.

Anyways, I continued being completely stumped on the stupid chapter, writing and rewriting endlessly. Theres just this one part I can't fucking get and it's been pissing me off non-stop for the past two fucking months. It's at the point where the stupid kid it's knocking on deaths door again cause he's carless and the Captain needs to save him, but even a slight wrong move could kill the kid.

Eventually it irritated me and the dark thoughts came crawling back like vermin. I quickly clicked the save button and got up so quickly I almost fell over my own tiny feet. I flung the door open and dashed to the kitchen.

I opened the white draw next to the sink and pulled out a prescription pill bottle. I struggled to twist the cap off and when I did I popped out a few pills - not like I care how fucking many - and swallowed them down dry and as quickly as I could.

I turned and leaned against the counter and allowed myself to slide down the counter till my ass hit the floor. I starred at the pill bottle in my hand.

Why do I bother if they barely help?

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my knife. I flipped the blade up and rolled my sleeve up and with a strong swipe dragged it across my arm, over and over again.

No thoughts ran through my head. I couldn't process what was going on. It was just… happening.

Blood poured from the cuts and I made no attempt to wipe my arm clean. One after another I made red lines up and down my skin in all different directions.

But still, they were never deep enough to kill.

Eventually my arm was completely covered once again and I had no room left. I gingerly stood back up on my feet, careful not to wipe blood on the pure white counters. I made my way to the sink and washed the blood away. I let cold water run over the red cuts cause the water to turn a sheer orange. Eventually the water just had a slight orange tinge. The bleeding wasn't gonna stop for some, so I opened up on of the draws and pulled out my long ace bandage and wrapped it around my forearm. I gave my knife a quick clean and wiped it off and put it back in my pocket.

I pulled down my sleeve with a sigh. I took a glance at the clock above the front door, it was roughly four thirty. The pharmacy would be closing soon… I should go but do to my social anxiety I avoid going places crowded like this.

I made my way to the door and took my black coat off the rack and pulled each of my arms through. I opened my door and locked it behind me. I made my way down the apartment building's hall and came to the set of stairs and made my way down. I repeated this till I was on the bottom floor and made my way out of the building onto the sidewalk of the city. With my hands in my pockets I made my way down the sidewalk to the pharmacy. The sidewalks and streets were mostly empty at the moment which allowed me to feel more at ease.

After about 3 minutes of walking, the pharmacy came into view. It was a white building with a sign on it that read, "Sina Pharmacy". My friend glasses freak, Hanji works here… they work as a psychiatrist in their little clinic thing. They're the one who got me on pills in the first place. Well, the ones that actually work. Of course my stupid SSRI my doctor prescribed me and it barely fucking works.

I opened the door to the pharmacy and the little bell rung. The man at the counter looked up at me with a friendly smile.

"Hello again Mr. Rivaille! Here for a refill?" He greeted. You could say I'm a regular here sadly. He's more like Hanji's little assistant. His name is Moblit.

"Yeah… I need a refill for my 'happy pills'." I replied. He let out a light chuckle and I turned my head to the rest of the pharmacy and saw people surrounding me. There was a knot in my chest.

"Sure, hold on one moment." Moblit said and turned to the shelves behind him and grabbed a white bag with a description stapled to it. He put it on the counter and I gave him the money required.

"Thanks…." I said taking the little white bag.

"No problem." He said with a smile. I stepped away. There was multiple people in the room. And through the window I could see people bustling down the sidewalk and cars going back and forth. Fuck fuck. My heart is pounding like crazy, it hurts fuck. I can't make it home. I become frantic, my eyes zipping across the room. I turn and speed walk to Hanji's office to hide.

I quickly grip the knob with my now sweaty hands. I quickly open it and carefully shut it. Their office room was dark with only light from the window coming in. Behind their desk was two doors: one to the roof top, another to their bathroom.

A million thoughts were racing through my head.

I can't fucking take it. Life is such a burden. Why am I still here? Why do I keep trying to survive if I don't want to? I should just end it. Now. Let it all be over. Fuck it all. Fuck everything. Not like I was even fucking wanted in the first place. No one even fucking cares about me. I don't even care. Fuck it. I'm gonna do it.

I opened up the bathroom door behind their desk and twisted the cap off to the pill bottle frantically. I dumped the pills into the toilet. I reached into my coat pocket and felt a sharp, thin edge press into my skin. I pulled out two razor blades and threw them in too. I repeated the same with my other pocket. I attempted to flush the toilet, but the blades must have clogged it. Oh fuck it all. I went back to their office and threw open the door to the roof top and climbed the stair case till I reached the top. I made my way over to the railing. My bloody fingers gripped the railing. My throat was closing and I could barely breath, the air felt so thick it was choking me. My hands found their way to my hair and tugged it as I held back a scream. And I did my best to take a deep breath that came out shaky. I put my hands back on the rail and took a slow step onto the rail. Then I let go and stood up slowly.

This is it. Finally. The end.

I took my last breath and put my arms out like wings. Then, I just let go.

I began to fall forward.

…

But it stopped.

I opened my eyes and fell backwards onto the roof. My back hit the roof floor hard, and I winced. Then a face came into view.

"What the hell were you thinking?" A shaky voice called out. I expected it to be Hanji. My blurry vision eventually focused and then I saw who it was. Hovering over me with tears in their eyes, was some bratty kid.

Without another thought, I punched the kid in the stomach.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed falling back from my punch. "I saved you!"

"I didn't need saving you fucking brat." I spoke with a harsh tone.

I stood up on my feet and stood over the kid. He had slightly messy brown hair with bangs that sat on his forehead. He wore a crappy green jacket and a white shirt with a familiar pair of wings on them. He wore a pair of dark wash jeans and had on worn in black converse. His eyes were a unexplainable shade of teal, they were…

My thoughts were interrupted by his stupid voice yelling back, "I'm not gonna let someone go and fucking jump off a building and kill them self!"

"What does it matter to you? I don't have much left to live for anyways." I replied as he got up onto his feet. Fuck he's taller than me.

"It matters to me cause I'm not gonna sit around and let some else die!" He shouted. "Why would you even want to end your life?! Life fucking sucks but it's amazing still! Don't you have the happy times?" He added with a deep sadness in his voice.

"What happy times?" I said back in almost a mumble. "Just forget about it kid and get the hell out…." I turned away from him and went back to the stairs to Hanji's office. But he grabbed my hand to keep me from moving another step.

"No! Don't go! I'm… I'm gonna help you. I may not be in the best place right now, but hey fuck it, right?" The brunette spoke with a light smile.

"…look kid-"

"No! I'm not a kid! I know what I'm doing! Nothing will change my mind about this!" He said giving my arm a tug towards him.

"You really aren't gonna let this go, huh?" I asked with a sigh. He gave me a nod. "I'm giving you till the end of the month. If you can't make a god damn difference then you're gonna get the hell out of my life. Got it brat?"

A smile beamed on his face and he threw his arms around me. "Thank you so much!" He exclaimed.

"Don't get so fucking touchy, let go!" I said and he let go slowly.

"Sorry… so uh, I'm Eren Jaeger! I'm 20!" He said with a cheeky smile. Eren… huh?

"Levi. Levi Rivaille… 35.." I said mumbling my age.

"Wow, you look so young!" He exclaimed.

I gave him a scowl. "Thanks." I said sarcastically.

"No I mean- oh forget it…." Eren said hanging his head. Then he perked up again but then awkwardly spoke up, "Also… slight problem… I don't really.. have any where to go…." What.

"Are you asking to live with me?" I asked with a face of disgust.

"Please! I promise even if I make you happy, I'll get out by the 25 days! I'll be clean, neat, I'll cook for you, I'll even do laundry and chores!" He said pleading with his hand together.

"Fucking fine! But do NOT bother me at all!" I said harshly. He smiled once again and almost jump up and down like a cute little kid. Wait no disregard that! "I need to get home now it's late… are you coming?" I asked.

"Yup!" He exclaimed and ran over to the stairway and picked up a backpack he must have drop when running to grab me earlier. I went after him and we both walked down the stairs to Hanji's office. He opened the door to their office for me and closed it behind himself. We both walked out of the pharmacy and started down the sidewalk.

"so… where do you live?" Eren asked with those teal orbs staring at me with curiosity.

"In a apartment just up ahead." I replied. Maybe this won't be so bad? Ha, yeah right. He maybe cute, but he's just a little brat….

Then a thought came back to mind.

"Hey brat, what did you mean by you weren't gonna let someone else die?" I asked slipping my hands into my coat pocket.

"Oh… well, my mom died…." He said and let out a shaky breath. I didn't know what to say so I just hung my head low as if to say I was sorry for asking.

My apartment building soon came into view and I opened the door and passed it to him.

"It's on the fourth floor." I spoke as I lead him to the stairs.

Once we reached my door, I opened it with my key and held the door for him and shut it behind him. I unbuttoned my coat as I heard him remark,

"This is a really nice apartment…." I smirked and took my coat off and hung it on the coat rack. "What do you do for a living?" He asked seemly nervous to move at all as if he was on thin ice.

"I'm a… writer." I said not knowing how to really describe my current place on my job.

"Oh, cool!" He said with a smile. He turned to me and spoke, "I went to school for CIS (Computer Information System-it's like programming, coding, video games, computers, etc.), but dropped out cause I just didn't feel passionate enough…."

"Nice story brat, now take your shoes off." I said and earned a eye roll. I got down on one knee to untied my black combat boots and slipped them off revealing my black socks. I left my boots by the door and saw Eren bending down to loosen his black sneakers to slip them off and leave them next to my shoes. I walked down the few stairs in front of the door and walked over to the door next to my bedroom and opened it. Inside was a room with light gray walls, a twin sized bed with a gray comforter.

"This will be your room. Mine is right here, if you need anything, knock." I said gesturing to my door. He gave a nod and I added, "Oh, and the walls are thin." A pink blush grazed his cheeks and a smirk returned to my face. "And this is the bathroom," I said tapping the door next to what was now Eren's room.

"What's the room. Next to yours?" He asked.

"That's my office. If you can't find me, I'm probably in there. But if you turn the light on while I'm in there, I'll kill you." I spoke, sending him a glare.

"O-Okay…." He trailed off.

"Also, since you're probably a horny dipshit, no bringing back girls." I said.

"What about guys?" He said with a smirk. Did he basically just say he's gay? Oh fuck, for some reason that makes me really happy….

"…N-No, no exceptions." I said turning away to mask the blush that begun to dance on my pale cheeks.

He went back in front of me and let out a little gasp at my pink cheeks. "…Wait are you gay?" He asked.

"As a rainbow, Ocean Eyes." I said coming up with the nickname while catching a look at his bright teal eyes, and I poked in between his brows.

"Hey!" He complained touching his fingers to the spot I had poked.

"Oh calm down Ocean Eyes." I said with the witty nickname again.

"If you call me Ocean Eyes, then I'll call you…" he thought for a moment before exclaiming his new nickname for me, "Clean Freak." He smiled and I raised my fist.

"Fine! Fine!" He said throwing his arms up in surrender. "…Captain Clean Freak."

"Eren I will beat the shit out of you." I said grabbing his shirt to pull him down to my height.

"Captain Short Stack." He continued and I raised my fist to further threaten him. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry I'll stop!" He said with obvious fear now in his voice. I let him go and he picked up his backpack he had dropped and brought it to his room but not before saying, "Captain Cutie." And shutting his bedroom door behind him.

A blush now covered my face, this kid was flirting with me… wasn't he? Or was he just teasing me because I'm gay? Little shit….

I made my way to my office and shut the door behind me. I sat down in my chair in front of my computer, and just stared at the black screen lost in my thoughts.

This was a mistake. Why did I agree to some stupid kids idea? Fucking hell….

I turned my computer back on and began aimlessly typing the chapter over and over again while smoking a cigarette causing the dim room to fill up with smoke. Still, I couldn't get the chapter right. My hands fly across the keyboard in between drags and my mouth began to have a prominent taste of the cigarette. The smoke made my eyes water slightly. The sun was setting as I wrote and my cigarette was almost complete done. I became so engrossed in my writing I had forgotten everything.

This, my dear shits, is the reason I am so fond of writing in the first place. Everything else leaves my mind and I get to write about a story where some things at least work out… but it's not my choice, this is not based purely off my imagination. If you did think it was, get your head checked dipshit. It's all based off a series of dreams I keep having. My dreams are just as fucked up as my… everything.

I was interrupted when I heard a voice cough and say, "Jeez! Are you trying to get cancer?!" I turned away from the screen and dug my cigarette into the ash tray.

"Hey, that's another way to die." I said smirking slightly.

"Levi, that's not funny." Eren said with a frown. Then a scent mixed with the smoke invaded my nose.

"What the hell is that smell?" I ask getting out of my office chair.

"O-Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I decided to cook dinner." He said stuttering. I pushed past him and went into the kitchen. There was a large bowl containing the finished meal, one of my food weaknesses, noodles.

"I decided since you had some lying around, and it didn't seem like you were coming out of your office anytime soon, I made dinner." He explained with a smile growing on his face.

"Thanks kid… where did you even learn to cook?" I asked out of curiosity.

"My mom taught me basics when I was a kid… but after that my sister taught me the rest." He replied breaking eye contact and looking down at his feet. I pretended not to notice the tears glazing over his eyes.

I opened the cabinet above the counter and grabbed two bowls and handed one to Eren. I put some noodles in my bowl and opened the draw up and pulled out a pair of chopsticks, and shut the draw with my hip by giving it a bump. I sat down on one of the seats that was in front of the opposite side of the counter. Eren soon joined me.

However, he suddenly stopped and just rested his head on his hand and stared at me with those big bright eyes….

"What?" I asked in a monochrome tone.

A small smirk appeared briefly on his lips. "Just wondering what your story is." He spoke smoothly with a light sigh at the end.

I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh, "Jeez, what the hell is this, a first date?" I grumbled.

"I'm curious to know who the guy I'm living with know is." He said with a light laugh at my comment.

Those fucking ocean eyes got to me and I agreed to share my 'story' as he kept calling the shit hole that is my just wonderful life. "What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Hm… what are your parents like?" He asked drawing shapes on the counter top with his finger.

"Well, my mom was a prostitute, she disappeared one day when I was 5, who the fucking hell knows who my dad is, so I was mostly raised by my mom's brother. My uncle was tough on me but he basically just taught me how to kick ass and run the streets." I said. Eren looked up at me with a somber look. "Oh cut it kid, who really gives a shit? There were worse things in my life then a broken childhood." I said once again rolling my eyes at him.

"Like?" He asked now wiping the sad look from his face.

"Death. Rape, abuse, who really gives a shit-" I was cut off by Eren throwing his arms around my neck.

"I'm so sorry Levi…!" He said hugging me tightly.

"Jeez, kid no need to be sorry… it's okay seriously it's all in the past." I said and let out a sigh and pushing him off me. I got out of my seat and brought my now empty bowl and put it in the dish washer along with the chopsticks and Eren repeated this action. I made my way to the couch and sat down and turned the TV on. There didn't seem to be much on so I put on "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" even though I'd already watched it with Hanji. Twice. They cried so much every time that I swear, they could have flooded the whole fucking room. Of course, it was sad but I wasn't gonna fucking cry, and Hanji scolded me for it while they disgustingly sobbed all over the god damn place. It was a good movie I guess compared to most.

Eren said down next to me and hugged his knees to his chest as he watched. I found myself staring at him with a thought lingering on my mind and I slowly thought more about it. A sister huh….

Eventually the brat noticed almost half way through the god damn movie and asked what I was staring for.

"Your sister," I began. "Why didn't you just move in with her instead of crashing at some stranger's place?" He suddenly had a guilty look on his face and let out a nervous laugh.

"Heh-heh… well, she'd kill me if she knew I had dropped out."

"…You're a fucking idiot, Eren…." I said rubbing my temples.

"I'm sorry!" He said throwing his arms around me. "I'm really, really sorry Levi!" He cried. "Please let me stay I like it-"

"If you don't shut up I will kick you out." I said doing my best to push the clingy, crying brat off.

"I'm sorry…." He said letting go.

"You are such a brat, I shouldn't have even let you stay with me…." I said trailing off.

"Sorry again…." He said. We continued the rest of the movie in silence. The brat began to look sleepy, and eventually I felt his head fall onto my shoulder. The movie came to a close, and I was about to shake the dipshit awake, but noticed how he was peacefully sleeping and decided to leave him be. I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over the both of us. I let my head rest on his, and everything soon faded out and my day came to end with myself and a shitty ocean eyed brat on the couch.

Maybe this won't end so bad.

Ha, yeah right.

Notes:

Next update will be coming soon I think I don't know we'll see.
I'm working on other things so don't excpect constant updates.