Hello!
Another new story, yup, even though I take months to update the current ones. But yeah, back to this fic, this isn't written by me, I am merely translating it.
However, this amazing story is originally written in German but I found that it is to good to keep it to just the German fanbase. So after receiving permission I immediately started working on the first chapter. The plot is something else and it's really well written, the characters are fun and I thoroughly hope that I haven't lessened the reading fun by translating it!
Btw, if you are German or understand German, I would recommend you read the Original.
Side notes: This fic has both the POV of Eren and Levi. Each character is written by on of the authors, the change of POV will be marked with *✲ﾟ*｡
A/N: I do not own SNK nor do the original authors of this fic. All credits go to the amazing Redgrave and xLilifee.
Enjoy!
The first sound that the brown haired boy heard was the obnoxious sound of his alarm clock. Sleepy as he was, he tried to silence the source of the noise with uncoordinated movements. That, however, failed greatly. The young man's fingers brushed the clock and hurled it to the ground. Then it was all quiet. Well, that's one way to silence it.
Tired and not wanting to get out of his soft bed, Eren Yaeger got up and took the annoying gadget that was lying on the ground and put it on it's original spot. After that he sluggishly shuffled towards the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror.
His hair was a mess from the night before, wild hair and emerald eyes, which were framed by dark circles, stared back at him. One could also see the impression on his face that his pillow had left behind. Yawning, he stretched himself to get rid of the remaining sleepiness in his bones.
After Eren had finished showering and brushed his teeth, he returned to his room where he put on some claret, somewhat lose fitting, pants and a black hoody which he all retrieved from an old wardrobe, which was held in a wooden style, at the wall across the foot of the bed.
Fully dressed, he rubbed his hair with a towel to get rid of the remaining wetness. As soon as he finished, the doorbell rang. That must have been Mikasa and Armin. No breakfast for today then. He slipped on his sneakers and took both his black leather jacket and his dark red scarf and put them on before he threw his bag over his right shoulder. He didn't need more since the fall wasn't too cold yet for him to walk around in thick layers of clothing.
The green eyed boy opened the door only to find Armin standing in front of him – Mikasa wasn't to be seen anywhere. The blonde sent him a smile which he returned. „Good morning, Eren!," he greeted. He watched his friend for a short moment. His obviously motivated childhood friend wore a blue coat with a gray scarf around his neck. Eren closed the door and locked it.
„Thanks, you too."
Not as cheerful as the other, both of the students made their way towards the University.
„Say, Eren, can I ask you something?"
Armin eyed him nervously from the side with his big blue eyes.
„Why do you have such dark circles around your eyes nowadays?"
For a short moment, the older held his breath with fright, just to look more calmly at Armin out of the corner of his eyes. Huh? What's with this question?, the older thought perplexed. He hoped that his friend had not noticed his reaction. If he did, he already knew that the smaller one would approach him about it again and again.
„I've had troubles sleeping these days...," he answered him and kept his gaze on the way in front of them. The matter was closed as far as Eren was concerned. Armin looked at him but didn't ask any more questions as he also fixed his way ahead of them. He had noticed that Eren apparently didn't want to talk about it and left it at that. It wouldn't do any good with that stubborn personality of his.
„Why isn't Mikasa with you today?," Eren asked in passing, his eyes still fixed on the way ahead of them. He secretly hoped to be able to change the subject with that question.
They turned right. „She left with Jean already."
The taller one didn't answer and just huffed angrily.
Just hearing the name Jean made Eren grimace in both an annoyed and disgusted way.
What did everybody see in this guy? Especially Mikasa. Everybody acted as if he was such a stud, which he was not.
They took another right. In front of them was the three-story building of their university which was built in a Art Nouveau style. The entrance hall was propped up by four pillars that were decorated with floral ornaments at the base and end.
They found Mikasa who had just parted ways with Jean. She stood behind one of the pillars to look for cover from the wind. The black haired girl waved at the young men in which only Armin happily responded.
Eren merely put his hands into his pockets and crossed the last few meters with his best friend to Mikasa with a grim expression.
She was wearing blue skinny jeans, black biker boots and a dark green parka. She was also wearing the red scarf she always wore. Eren had given it to her as a birthday present a few years ago – every since then she had made sure to wear it whenever she could.
„Morning you two. Ready to go?," his best friend asked in a deadpan matter, not paying any attention to Eren's annoyed look - she knew exactly that her best friend couldn't stand Jean. But that didn't mean that she had to avoid said boy. On the contrary – she really liked spending time with Jean. He was nice.
Armin smiled and nodded at her while Eren grumbled a simple „hm" before making his way to his first class.
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Somewhat unnerved that morning, Levi sat down at his desk. He had already read in his morning papers that at night a burglary had happened and had the corresponding report lying on his desk already. His secretary, Petra Ral, had once again got her job done dutifully and quickly so that the special operative could start working once he entered the police station.
It had taken a while until a suitable co-worker was found for him. Levi had high standards and had more than once driven his superiors to the verge of despair. Eventually, Petra had convinced him with her keen mind and was allowed to stay.
While Levi was skimming the report he ran his fingers through his black hair. It was always the same.
Some small jeweler, who hadn't secured his shop appropriately, had suffered losses. Humanity just didn't learn, did they? A good alarm system would have counteracted at least somewhat and would have spared him this bothersome work.
There were far more interesting cases he would like to care of.
He had to deal with enough thieves in his training to last him a lifetime – he had lost interest in them by now.
Unfortunately, Erwin Smith, the leading chief commissioner, didn't think so and because of that he had to force himself through this report.
Resigning, Levi took the keys of the station's motorcycle out of the drawer and took the helmet that was resting on one of the cupboards behind him.
Petra startled as he exited his office. „I'll take care of the witness statements," he commented just before he left the room.
The young woman watched him go, shaking her head. Even if he had some weird oddities, she liked her boss and often found his constant scowl amusing.
In the meantime Levi had reached the aforementioned shop.
The small family business didn't have a wide range of goods but the theft was easy to spot. The door had been bashed in in the lower part. Even with a few valuable goods in the shop, only a small part was missing.
The detective only listened with half an ear to the upset statement of the owner.
In his mind he was already connecting the parallels - this kind of burglary wasn't new to him.
In contrary. By now he knew more than enough.
The shithead who had done this had cost him many valuable hours working on paperwork. He still hadn't caught this guy, even with all the reports he got from this neighborhood.
What's the point in breaking in just to leave behind a majority of the goods?
He didn't get it.
Once he returned at the police station, the notes with the witness statement and the taken evidence were thrown on his desk.
Again, no apparent traces. If he wanted to get rid of this troublesome, unnecessary paperwork he had to think of something different to catch the thief. That shouldn't be too hard.
He had caught bigger fish already.
Looking through the blinds he looked at the street as he thought of several case scenarios. He wouldn't be a part of this game of hide and seek anymore.
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Eren sat in the auditorium, bored out of his mind, while he only listened to half of the stuff the docent was talking about. Physics was the worst subject to him. It didn't interest him and the guy at the front talking with such an irritating and reedy voice didn't help at all. Awful. Annoyed, the green eyed boy closed his eyes and massaged his temples.
A transcript for the soon coming test, he didn't have. Though he didn't care as he knew that he could ask Armin for his notes. He surely would give them without a fuss.
„Don't forget! The first exam is in three weeks! Make sure to be well-prepared and make sure to get all documents that you are still missing," with these words the first class ended.
Finally had this never ending lecture ended. Just in three weeks? Eren had more than enough time and didn't have to stress himself more than he already was.
Unfortunately, physics was an obligatory subject. He had to undergo this three hour long torture every week whereas the young student just wished he could sleep in. How could one just be interested in this – agonizing – topic? Eren just couldn't understand.
His whole passion laid in natural science and marine biology. As soon as the brown haired student finished his studies he would move to a place with an access to the sea. That would be perfect for him, going after one of his biggest dreams to explore many of the secrets the deep sea held.
But it was still a long way to go. Here in America, the tuition fees were anything else than humane. The most favorable offers started at 3,000.-$ for 6 months.
He could be happy that his studies "only" cost him 4,000.-$ a semester.
For a 20 year old though, who got no financial aid from his parents, this was barely possible. Eren didn't understand why his parents were so stubborn. They even went as far as to blackmail him that if he stayed in Japan and visited the university there that he wouldn't have to pay for his tuition fees but had to do so if he studied abroad.
Eren couldn't believe what his parents were willing to do just to keep him at home. However, he did not put up with that. Acting out of spite toward his family's behavior, he had packed his things and left for America as soon as he got accepted to the same university as his two best friends. Ever since then he barely had any contact with his parents. It was a sad story, but what he found even sadder was the fact that they had wanted to keep him back from getting the job of his dreams. It had been three months already.
The was matter was closed as far as Eren was concerned and he hardly thought about it.
What the student thought about quite often though were several bills that still needed to be paid.
He had to pay off the tuition fees in two months.
And he already had gathered most of the 4,000.-$.
Unfortunately, he also had to pay for his rent and food.
The young man with the bright green eyes ran his fingers through his hair. Armin, who sat on his right, noticed this quick movement out of the corner of his eyes.
„Hey, Eren, everything alright?," he asked, while he looked at the taller boy.
The older one flinched before he turned towards his friend with a nervous smile on his face.
„Yeah, everything's alright, don't worry." His caring friend eyed him skeptically before paying attention to the next lecture. He would ask another time.
I hope you liked it :)
Until next time!