A/N: Hello everyone! I'm new to fanfiction and this is the first one I've ever written. Hope you enjoy it! If you find any errors please let me know. Dont forget to fav/review! I really want to know what you think :D IT GETS BETTER AS THE STORY PROGRESSES!
It was a cold winter, blizzard blowing wildly, freezing stones and bones everywhere in Poland. Sun was nowhere to be seen behind smoke and grey clouds. The pebbles on the street were crushed by a teenager's desperate running from the explosions and shooting between German soldiers and the civils. He was looking for a place to hide, but when he paid little attention to the surroundings, he got shot in the calf. He was holding back his crying so as to not be heard by the Germans, ending up weeping pitifully while dragging his leg to move forward. Eren had to hurry.
His world became hell a few years ago when he lost everything to the devil.. his family, his friends, his home, his innocence. The pain in his leg could not be compared to the pain he felt in his soul. Left orphan and homeless, all he wanted was for his life to end, but he promised his mother and sister to do anything he could to survive after he was separated from them. The more he advanced along the empty alley the less he could hear the noises of a nightmare. He was leaving blood drops behind though he didn't notice and probably couldn't have done much about them anyway.
The jewish boy entered a somewhat intact building hoping to rest there for the night and started scavenging for any useful scraps. He went to the kitchen first and searched through the broken cabinets, but it seemed like someone has already stolen whatever was inside. He checked the ice-box too, but it was just as empty. He was thirsty and starving like every vagabond would be.
He opened the faucets of the sink, but only 2 drops of water came out and when a third one was going to fall, Eren held his hands together under it like a child pleading for candy. The drop fell in his palms and the teen boy licked it sadly. He definetely needed more.
He noticed in a corner of the room a puddle under a broken pipe. He didn't even know how clean that water could be, but his mind was cloudy and his humanity was slowly draining from him as the days went by. He bent closer to the water and started lapping at it like an animal easing his mind with the fact that no one was watching him. In spite of the state he was in he still wanted the world to believe he was a dignified person.
After wetting his taste buds a little, he went to the bathroom hoping to find something to treat his wound. He found no bandages and no medicine, but he found an old piece of clothing which he tore off and used it to clean the dripping blood and then cover the injury. Being hurt and tired the only thing left to do was sleep. He limped to the bedroom dreaming of diving into the soft cushions. Realization came to him, thinking that someone may find him and try to kill him while he sleeps so he changed his mind. He thought of sleeping in the attic, but he had to climb some unstable stairs. He decided to try anyway so he climbed up overcoming pain and fear. Unfortunately he pushed himself one time too hard on his shot leg and a flow of pain stroke his body making him fall on the hard floor.
When he raised his head from the floor his vision was a little blurry, but when it came to normal he noticed a man in a nazist uniform standing right in front of him. He had black hair neatly shaved to the sides and back under a messy bowl haircut hidden by a dark military cap. He stared at the young jew with cold and glassy eyes keeping a firm position and his gun pointed at Eren's face. Terror was spread all over the boys face who started to have a sick feeling in his stomach.
"Stand up!", ordered the nazi captain. Tears welled up in the emerald eyes. Eren tried his best to lift his body, but he was shaking very hard from fear and sickness and his hurt leg couldn't hold his weight.
"Stand. The fuck. UP!", barked the soldier again and hit the boy in the head with the back of his gun. At this point Eren broke into tears and sobbed loudly.
"I c-can't...", said the crying boy quietly. His body was broken, his soul has been shattered, he had nothing more. He looked in the captain's eyes waiting to be executed for not being able to fulfill his order.
"Is everything alright, Levi? Are there any jews?", asked another soldier from outside the building.
Then, Levi pointed his gun to the roof and shot 2 times. Each time Eren flinched on the floor trembling uncontrollably, but remaining silent.
"Were.", said Levi bluntly. "I will stay to check the whole building, you can go to the next ones."
"Understood!" said the whole military team in unison making their leave.
Eren was in utter shock because of Levi's previous actions. 'Has he just.. spared my life? Why?' were the questions which plagued the young boy.
A/N: MAKE A CHOICE! You can choose which way this fanfiction should go. Why would Nazi captain Levi save jewish Eren? Because it was sweet love at the first sight and Levi wants to become Eren's savior in this world disfigured by hatred expecting nothing but his smile in return? Or because Levi wants a sex slave to make him forget about war and satisfy his biological needs restrained by his life in the military? Should I combine both ideas? Or should I write them as separate stories? YOU DECIDE!
~ Obviously I don't own Attack on Titan, nor the image and this chapter is inspired from The Pianist.
