Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan or Shingeki no Kyojin but i do own the story plot and original characters.
An Occurrence
The alarm buzzed that high blaring noise that I hated so much, and it was a good thing too, or else I'd never be able to get up. Mornings were not my thing.
"Eren, don't you dare shut off that alarm. I want to see you open this door before you touch it."
"Yes, mom." I emphasized the word. The women standing behind the door wasn't really my mom but she sure as heck tried to be.
"Eren…" Ouch, that tone, she almost had it down. That patronizing, endearing motherly tone that made you listen to anything she had to say, but like I said, almost had it down. So I took my time, throwing back the covers, and finding both my slippers. Stretching way longer than I needed too and then making my bed, all for the sake of wasting time. All the while that stupid alarm was screeching. Fed up with its sound, I hit the snooze button.
Bad idea.
Where my face would've been, was now a bucket of cold water, and where the rest of me would've been, was a slender, raven haired woman, with her bright red scarf I had never seen her without since I gave it to her.
"Morning, Mikasa." I said with a smirk before I quickly moved away from the bed and was now standing in the doorway to the adjoining bathroom between our rooms. Why she never stormed in through there was beyond me.
"That's not something to laugh at Eren. All you have now is a soiled bed."
"And whose fault is that?" I shot back.
"I told you not to touch that alarm."
"Whatever, Mikasa. I'm taking a shower, alright? I won't go back to bed." That seemed to satisfy her enough and after a pointed look at the bed, she left the room saying, "Make sure that gets outside."
The shower water was cold and never really got hot anyway, but it's not like I have anyone to impress. In and out in five minutes with only soap to wash body and hair. Good enough for me. Grabbing the first thing I found in the closet, not even bothering to look in the mirror, and grabbing my backpack from the chair by the door, I rushed out to meet my best friend at the coffee shop around the corner where we always met for breakfast.
Stepping in the small, homey coffee shop was the sharp smell of caffeine that found its way into my nostrils along with the sweet smell of cream pastries, donuts, cake, and cookies underneath it. I often imagined if this is what heaven smelled like. I trailed my eyes through the quiet shop until they found the small, blonde man I was looking for named Armin.
He and I had known each other since we were kids, and he had always had a place in my heart. He belonged there along with Mikasa, and my mother and father. My family, he was my family. He knew that more than I cared to admit too. Striding over to the booth he occupied, I grabbed a small lock of his shoulder length hair, and I pulled and continued walking past. Sliding into my seat, Armin gave me a look of reproach but when I returned my most innocent smile, he grinned at me.
"I need to stop falling for that one…"
I laughed, "Made you look again, huh?"
"You're always telling me I'm gullible." He said in a matter of fact way.
"Only slightly." I couldn't keep the grin off my face. Armin was always that way. Too trusting, too eager to please, but it made him who he was. It made him into a person to love and cherish and protect, but don't be fooled by his girlish face. He may not have muscles, but words were his weapons; something I'd never learn to control.
"Hurry up and order, Eren. We're going to be late because of you." Waving down the waiter, I got two apple turnovers and a coffee, adding two packs of sugar and cream. Drinking coffee black is just plain disgusting. It's way too bitter. Armin had long since finished his breakfast since he always got here long before me.
I wolfed down my food, left a twenty on the table and grab my bag from the space beside me. "Ready?"
"Yep" The blonde grinned at me, and waving good bye to the man behind the counter, left to his heaven and my torture, school.
"How you like this is beyond me." I muttered to Armin in our biology class, but I guess muttering wasn't quite enough. The blond/brunette freak of nature in front of me said loudly. "Shut up, Jeager. I'm trying to listen to Miss Hanji's lesson."
The woman at the front of the room turned sharply around; showing off her square glasses and that sweet smile you never saw leave her face, even when she was mad. "Is there a problem, Mr. Kirschtein?"
"Miss Hanji, Eren is distracting me from your lesson."
"Eren, do you have something you'd like to share? Your opinion is valued here." Her smile widened but by her eyes I could tell that my opinion wasn't valued at all. I floundered for a logically excuses, knowing I had already taken too long to explain myself; then the voice that saved my life a thousand times, saved it again.
"Eren was asking me to explain to him what Embryology was, Miss. Hanji. You haven't given us a word bank for this week."
"Oh, that's right. Thank you for reminding me Armin." She held up a stack of papers, "Eren, hand these out to everyone." She set the papers on her desk and as they started slipping toward the floor, I hurried over to catch them.
The snicker of a low voice made me look up, and I found myself in the presence of a man. He screamed authority, and I almost felt like I was bowing at his feet. He wasn't that tall, at my 5'5", I was almost a head taller than him. He walked toward the center of the class, stepping on my hand and half the papers. When I glared at him, his eyes slid down to look at me and I drew a breath. His pale gray orbs moved and swirled like smoke, enticing and deadly all at once.
"You got a problem, brat?" His voiced snapped me out of my diagnoses of him.
"Brat?" But he had moved on, stepping up to Hanji and whispering something to her. I had gathered all the papers off the floor and was bent at the waist, when again the man past me; I froze at his proximity.
The clothes he wore weren't expensive. A simple white dress shirt and black pants falling loosely on his hips were paired with a pristine pair of black combat boots. He wore some weird version of a tie that should have come out of old France by the look of it.
"Do you like kneeling and bowing or are you actually going to get off the fucking floor?" The smooth darkened tone of his voice rolled over me and down my spine, straightening my body without my own command.
Mikasa's low growl and Armin's small intake of breath told me I wasn't the only one that reacted to this man, but my reaction was different than theirs. Looking down at the small man, I wanted to know his name, I wanted to know him. He returned my stare with a pricing gaze. "I feel so sorry for you, Hanji, having to deal with these fuck heads every day." He drawled in a bored voice, but he eyes said something different.
Not that I could read it, a sharp pain shot through my foot. The man had stepped close enough to dig his heel into my toe, making it clear that I was the 'fuck head' he was referring to. I could feel my eyes widening and my body drawing back and I let myself. When he released my foot I tumbled onto the floor. I think he almost smiled, but what was there was gone in the blink of an eye, recomposed into his bored features.
"Oh, it's not so bad, Levi." But the man had left the room, not giving anyone a second glance or even giving Miss Hanji a parting word, but I had gotten something: his name.
Levi.
"Eren, you should really get off the floor." Miss Hanji said, looking at me almost pitifully. She stepped forward and offered me her hand. I took it and when she pulled me up, she didn't let go of my hand. "Don't worry about it; he has that sort of affect on people. And besides he likes play-things." She smiled at me and I knew by 'he' she meant Levi, the short, dark eyed, bored looking man who decided to kick me on my ass.
"How am I a play-thing?"
"Oh, I'll let you figure that out on your own." Her maniacal laugh echoed through the room and I jerked away from her, but I knew what she meant. Levi liked to make people confused and fumble for themselves, that's what she meant, it had to be.
I could feel my cheeks flush and I bowed my head and handed out the papers, making sure Jean got the worst of the bunch. I returned to my seat, and tried to get my heart to calm from its frantic rhythm.
