A/N: I literally just looked up on this sitting in my laptop a few nights ago. It was based off of Sekiichi, meaning this had to have been written nearly a year ago when I first watched the yaoi. Where the other inspiration came from I honestly don't remember, so please no flames if something in this is similar to another fic or the yaoi itself (I did read a fic and like the story line, though I made the necessary changes). I changed everything up, for the most part, to the AoT characters. Erwin might start off IC but might venture off into a bit of OOCness as the fic goes on-meaning he's actually going to drop the façade and show that he actually cares instead of keeping everything pent up inside. The rest of the characters (Levi, Mikasa, Eren, Hanji, etc.) either work at Erwin's newspaper company or its sister companies. They're all adults still, have personal lives, etc. I'm going out on a limb here, so please if you don't like it don't read it. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH! NO HATEFUL COMMENTS!

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters related to Attack On Titan.

Breakfast At Tiffany's

Chapter 1

"Open the door, Anya!"

She backed away from her makeshift barricade, cornered. There were no windows, no way for her to escape.

How her neighbors managed to sleep through all the commotion occurring in her apartment, plates and glasses shattering, lamps breaking, furniture being overturned, was far beyond her. When she actually needed someone to hear her cries for help, no one was there.

It seemed like everyone had suddenly vanished.

Everyone except for her drunken lover…

"Open the door!"

She stole a glimpse of her reflection in what was left of the bathroom mirror; most of it lay in jagged pieces on the bathroom tile- the result of how their once peaceful evening had began. She couldn't see much with all the blood that now stained her clothes, her pale skin crimson. There wasn't a way for her to tell where she was exactly hurt, and what was his blood or hers.

"I said open the goddamn door, Anastasia!"

How did things get so messed up?

When did she suddenly get so weak?

She sank to the floor, lithe arms wrapping tightly around scarred knees.

When did her life turn to shit?

It was then when the door opened…

That day, as well as many more before it, started out like any other later November day. The air outside was cool, not too cold and not too warm- just right; all around people wore their light sweaters. The atmosphere inside Your Daily Treat, the local newspaper, was even cooler, especially around this time of year (the air full of tension for it was time for the release of their fall issue). The trees had long since changed colors, leaves in different shades of reds and oranges and yellows littered the ground outside the modern office building, shuffling under the many pairs of feet that marched along the sidewalks.

On an outside looking in perspective, one could say Anya had taken a few good steps up in life. After returning home to such a small backwater town she had tried so desperately to escape and working her way up the career ladder to having her own relationship advice section of the popular newspaper. For the most part she adored her new job, much better than working at the town's archives documenting new citizens and births day by day, although it left her without much of a life. Which would be considered a small price to pay, giving where she'd been beforehand. Anya was constantly busy working on and editing her own work (that whole 'if you want something done right, do it yourself' attitude) before handing it in to her boss, who always did the final review before sending it off to be published. The man went through her work, as well as everyone else's' with a fine toothed comb- demanding nothing but the utmost perfection for his readers.

Her boss, Erwin Smith, was one of the most attractive men the town had to offer and this was everyone's opinion (except for hers of course). Standing well over six feet tall, the German born native, with his blonde hair kept neatly parted on the left side, his icy blue eyes being one of his most striking features (his eyebrows were also quite noticeable, being very thick and bushy), had built the newspaper from the ground up (with some help from his father of course, typical cliché for people in such a small town) and had hired her no more than a few years ago. His office, amongst all the other available spaces in the large building, was conveniently located right across the hall from Anya's, therefore his stare was always on her, scrutinizing. Making sure she not only did her job, but her things were on his desk on their scheduled deadline as well.

"Anya!"

Erwin leaned in the doorway, his arms folded at his chest. Today was casual Friday, and for the first time she saw her handsome boss dressed down in creased jeans, loafers, and a collared polo shirt. Anya noticed the mass of luscious blonde lashes accenting his glistening blue orbs, how she had managed to pay them no real attention until now was beyond her.

Details such as that always eluded her those days.

Anya couldn't help herself from mentally checking herself, her own attire, as she gave him her full attention, or at least attempted to. His lips moved but she didn't hear a word. How did she look compared to his still rather flashy style? Her dark denim skinny jeans with her suede black stilettos pumps and white satin blouse that dipped nicely around her chest, complementing its shape, a nice scarf being the finishing touch. Anya thought she looked rather decent this morning before she left her house, especially seeing as though this was the company's first casual dress day. Then again her boss had set the bar pretty high, like always. He always dressed his best in his three piece Gucci and Armani suits, his premium leather and crocodile shoes and fancy watches. Anya, along with the rest of his employees, kept things fairly simple with their day to day work attire. Ladies, their pumps(Anya in her five inch stilettos), slacks and other conservative professional clothing( Anya in her pencil skirts and stockings with a nice blouse, every now and then a nice dress if the weather permitted so, always with her matching scarfs). Gentlemen in their slacks and button down shirts, some with ties while others didn't even bother. Anya too strived to be different, but her boss took different to an entirely new level.

Well, he did have an image to uphold. Coming from one of the town wealthiest families, he had to look and act a certain way.

"Anya… Anya!"

She snapped back to reality, her brown eyes rapidly blinking as she moved her eyes up to her boss' frustrated face. She had apparently been staring at her phone on the desk the entire time.

"Huh?" Anya asked.

"Did you hear anything I just said to you?" He asked, his foot tapping.

"Um…no?" She said, grinning nervously.

Erwin sighed, "I need your draft. You are one of my important and most popular columns; you have to give me your draft on time to make sure it gets published on time. What's the hold up? This isn't like you."

Anya sighed, sitting back in her chair.

"The last letter I have to answer comes from my dad…" She mumbled, tossing him the folded paper her dad had written to Nyra Moonshine- her column name.

Erwin of course caught it but respected the man's privacy enough to not read it. Anya has worked for him long enough and he knew that she kept her personal, family, and other aspects of her life to herself, under tight lock and key.

Which was something they had in common.

"Sorry it's late, but I want to make sure I give him perfect advice since I now know he reads what I write. It's taking longer than I expected though." Anya confessed as she made a face.

Erwin's expression softened a bit as he walked across her well decorated office, sitting the letter back on her desk before taking a seat in one of the chairs before her desk.

"Take your time… but I need it before you leave for the day, even Armin managed to get his in on time." He said.

Now that was saying something considering her coworker had the attention span of a goldfish.

"You'll have it," Said Anya, though it wasn't very convincing.

Her acrylic nails tapped on her desk as she continued to let her thoughts roam, paying no attention to the words spewing from her boss' lips yet again.

"Anya!"

A pen bounced off the tip of her nose and landed in her lap. She blinked, picking up the ballpoint before looking back at him.

"What the hell was that for?" She asked.

"You stopped listening to me again, this is becoming a habit. Something on your mind you want to talk about?" Erwin asked, arching a brow.

"Er…Not anything that concerns you." She replied, hastily.

"I see," Erwin nodded. He really didn't. "Well your draft is the last thing needed for this season's issue, and then we're done. We should celebrate."

"My idea of celebrating includes me, Kevin, my couch, and a whole bunch of lifetime movies." Anya said.

"Kevin? Who is that?" He asked, letting. He was under the impression that she lived alone.

"Kevin is my cat," She said.

"Well I'm sure Kevin can manage one evening without you joining him in watching lifetime movies. I'll take us to Sushi Choo Choo."

"Sushi Choo Choo?" Anya asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Yes, it just opened a few weeks ago. I hear it's good." Erwin said.

"I know where that is, that's by my house." Anya said.

"Really? Do you live in those houses or apartments?" Erwin asked, his interest slightly peaked.

"The townhomes they just built."

Erwin nodded, "I own a home in the gated subdivision they built a few years ago."

Of course he would own a million dollar house, the perfect match with his expensive suits and car. Anya sighed, this guy was way too much.

"I know those, I pass them on my way home." Anya said, growing bored with the now flashy conversation... the flashy being on his side.

"I'll leave you to your work, we'll leave after I get your draft." Erwin said, standing to leave.

Anya sighed as she returned to work, taking delicate care of her father's letter and response. The last thing she wanted was to be any further of a disappointment to him. Seeing as though her father was a lawyer, her sister was…herself, and her little brother Blaine was off studying at Harvard. While she returned home to their tiny town, where there was not much to do other than party, work, do drugs, or get pregnant, working at the local newspaper her mother used to pack her things with seemed like the best route to go. Her father had no idea the person he had written his personal thoughts to was his very own daughter seeing as though she kept her real name out of the credits along with her true job title hidden from her family.

Secrecy seemed like the best way to go those days.

Anya finished her draft and once she was done, she dropped her pen with a heavy sigh. She looked down at the clock on her cell phone, she had a few moments to spare before she was actually off- she finished in perfect timing. She had planned to just drop her draft off and leave before Erwin could stop her, she didn't fell up to going out that evening, but as she walked into the man's office he was already packing up his things to leave.

"Right on time." Erwin said as he stood from his desk, grabbing his jacket off the coat rack before signaling for her to follow.

"I was seriously just going to head home." Anya said as the man took the brown envelop from her hands and placed it neatly in his briefcase.

They were amongst the last to leave.

Erwin said nothing on the subject for some time as he led the way through the parking garage, over to his sleek, black, Porsche.

Anya regrettably following him.

This would be her first time alone with her boss, without the other employees or her friends with them. They normally all went to lunch or dinner as one big group to celebrate after each issue was sent off and released, but now she had him alone.