Hey everybody! I'M BAAAAACK! Sorry for that short hiatus. I'm on a bit of a writer's block on my first fanfic (this is my second, if you didn't know). So if anyone is following my first fic and think they have an idea as to how it should continue, PLESE let me know. If I use any of your ideas or suggestions (as I may use more than one, it depends) you will receive credit for it in the chapter (that rule applies for this story too, even if I am not on hiatus). Anyway, time for the new story! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Ah! H-hey! Let go of me!" Eren yelled as the police officer led a noisy brunette to his squad car.

"You have the right to remain silent." The cop replied in a monotone voice, obviously rehearsed. "Anything you say can and will be used against you. You've been charged with second-degree murder, and I've been ordered to take you in."

"What!? Second-degree MURDER!?" Eren frantically yelled. "I've never killed anyone!"

"Yeah, that's what they all say, kid." And with that, Eren was shoved into the back seat, which disgustingly smelled like urine and blood. Eren's heart was pounding like crazy and he was starting to get a little lightheaded.He silently prayed, begging God that this could just be some sick joke, a twisted nightmare, anything but reality! But alas, if the painfully tight cuffs leaving marks on his wrists, and the loud sirens worthy of a migraine coming from outside were any indicator, it was reality.

"I. Am. So. Screwed." Eren mumbled between deep breaths as he tried to control his breathing (and failing miserably).

The rest of the ride was a blur, with Eren drifting in and out of consciousness, both from exhaustion (in his defense, that was one BUFF cop) and uneven breathing. It was probably around two thirty in the morning when the cop screeched to a halt in front of the state jail in all its barbed-wire glory. The sudden stop had jostled Eren and caused him to hit his head on the barred window he had been leaning against, quickly waking him up in a violent way and causing him to let loose a string of curses as he hissed in pain. The cop got out and opened the door for Eren. When he made no attempt to move, the cop grabbed him roughly by his arm and jerked him out of the car, nearly dislocating his shoulder.

"Walk." The cop pointed in the direction he wanted Eren to go and when Eren began to slowly shuffle forward, the cop stepped in close behind him, with his hand near his holster.

As impossible as it was to believe, about an hour later, Eren had been fingerprinted and had gotten to stand along the wall of shame as his picture was taken (if you know what I mean) and was now being led to a cell.

"You will be tried in court two months from now." Another cop, this time a woman, explained as she led him. "And if I may suggest, you're awfully cute, so you should do your best to lay low." She raised an eyebrow and glanced in his direction, expecting an answer.

"Y-yes ma'am. I'll do my best to." Eren replied quietly, meeting her eyes as he did so.

"Good. Keep up that attitude, and you may actually survive here."

"Uh...thanks?"

The police woman chuckled at his reply and stopped in front of a cell.

"Here you are kid. Meet Levi Ackerman, your cell mate."

Eren looked through the tiny window from where he was standing and saw a pale, short man with steely gray eyes, and black raven hair cut in a strangely attractive undercut. The man named Levi looked up at him from where he was sitting and Eren knew then he was screwed.

"Levi, meet Eren Jeager. Your new cell mate."

"Um, with all do respect, what happened to the old one?" Eren asked, cautiously eyeing Levi from where he stood. The woman cackled.

"Trust me, kid. You don't wanna know." And with that, she opened the cell door, shoved a still hand-cuffed Eren in, and closed the cell.

"Okay kid. Turn around and put your wrists here." She motioned to a small opening in the door, obviously for uncuffing inmates and inserting food trays. Eren hastily obeyed, not wanting to remain defenseless with this scary inmate any longer than he had to.

"By the way, my name is Officer Zoe if you ever need anything. I've got to go back and report now, so good luck!" And with that, the crazy cop started skipping down the hallway. Eren watched her leave, full of confusion, bewilderment, and dread. H turned to face his cell mate, Levi.

"S-so, um...which bunk is yours?"

"The bottom one. Touch it and you're dead, understand?"

"Uh, y-yes. I understand." A paled Eren answered, unable to keep his voice from wavering.

"Good." Levi raised a brow. "Are you always this obedient, Eren?"

"Huh?" Eren asked dumbly.

"Oh, I don't believe I stuttered. I said, 'are you always this obedient, Eren'. So, are you?" The shorter inmate stood and slowly strode over to where Eren stood, causing him to back up as Levi advanced.

"N-no, I don't believe so.." Eren stuttered. His heart was pounding. He knew he would soon be back up against the wall, which would not be a good thing for him. Especially if Levi was as strong as he looked (the guy was freakin' ripped). As soon as Eren realized his fear, it was justified as his back hit the wall, and Eren let loose every profanity he knew.

"Got a mouth on ya, huh brat? Well, we'll work on that later. As long as you're here, we're going to need some rules." Levi walked up to Eren and pointed to the chair in the corner of the cell. "Sit."

Eren immediately complied, and plopped down on the chair. The shorter male followed and stood in front of him,and looked down at him with a glare that made his blood run cold.

"Alright. Rule number one, as I said before, don't touch my stuff. If you're feeling brave enough to try it, go ahead. But remember this: you'll only try it once. Rule number two, again, no fucking messes. This may be prison, but it's not a farm, and I will not live in a pigsty. And if you don't clean up after yourself, I will make you clean to the point where it's a habit so bad, you couldn't break it if you wanted to. Rule number three, don't back-talk me, and don't sass me. If you do I will rip out your tongue so that you can't back-talk or sass me. Rule number four, I can cuss, and you can't. Honestly, this rule is more for your protection with you being a first-timer in here. If you get to runnin' your mouth and say something that pisses someone off, they won't hesitate to jump your ass. And look at you. You're not exactly in any shape to defend yourself against a badass."

"U-um, are you a badass?" Eren asked.

"Abso-fucking-lutely. And I won't hesitate to kick your ass either if you step out of line. Anymore questions?"

"Not now, no." Eren replied.

"Good. Alright, continuing, on rule number five. There will be no drugs or cigarettes in this cell. I'm not saying you do either, but I find them disgusting and as long as you're in my presence, they might as well not exist. My final and most important rule, rule number six, is that you are forbidden to challenge me in any way. I am top dog in this jail, and as long as I'm in here, you will obey my orders. I don't care what that damn warden Pixis says, but I run this jail. He's too much of a drunk to do his job anyway. So, any questions?"

Eren frowned, "Uh, I guess not. No."

"Good. Now, get to bed lousy brat. It's three in the morning and roll call is at four. I ought to kick your ass for waking me up, but seeing you couldn't have helped it and that you're a newbie, I'll let it slide this once."

"U-um, thanks? And what makes you think I'm a newbie anyway?" Eren asked, earning a small chuckle from Levi.

"Are you kidding? It's fucking obvious. You looked like you were going to faint or get sick when shitty glasses brought you here. And the fact that you don't have any visible piercings or tattoos is a dead giveaway too."

"Huh? But I don't see any on you either."

"Tch. Look." Levi said as he turned his back to Eren. He unbuttoned his orange jumpsuit in the front and pulled down low enough so that Eren could clearly see a large tattoo covering his back. It was two wings, overlapping each other, one lighter than the other.

"It's beautiful. Calling it just a tattoo almost seems wrong. Who did it?" Eren asked.

"A friend of mine." Levi replied, and Eren knew he wasn't really going to get more of an answer than that.

"So...I guess I'll be getting to bed now..." Eren said as a wave of fatigue washed over him.

"Finally. Even for a brat you talk a lot." Levi retorted and plopped onto his bunk after Eren had climbed into his.

"Hey Levi? Thanks."

"For what, you sleep-depriving idiot?"

"Not kicking my ass."

"Tch. Don't thank me yet." Levi retorted, but Eren could hear the smile in his voice.