The green-eyed boy looked up at the ceiling and groaned, I know I said I would try my hand at cooking, but I dunno what to do next! he thought.
He continued to chop up the carrots into smaller pieces and set them aside. His movements became jittery, I'm too hungry to think now. Let's just go with the flow. He brought up a clean rag and gently wiped the surface of the cutting board.
"Now... where are the-" His voice was cut off by the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. "The hell?"
A raven-haired girl panted heavily as the boy rushed toward her. "M-mikasa? What's wrong? Say something!"
Mikasa huffed, "T.V... turn... the t.v...Eren..."
Helping her to the couch, Eren heeded her wish and turned on the television. It was in the middle of a national alert; camera shots going everywhere, with many people attacking or being attacked around the local mall.
"...and yet as the doctors tried their best to find a cure, many of the patients escaped into the city, causing a national uproar and the like. The Government highly advises everyone to report to their designated evacuation point, and wait to receive more instruction as they delve deeper into this matter-" Eren turned down the volume.
"Mikasa... what is this?" he asked quietly.
"How should... I know..." her breathing was unsteady. "Anyway... we need to leave here, and fast."
Eren's breathing was quickening. "But what about Mom and Dad? Where are they?!"
Mikasa pushed her hair from her eyes. "I...don't know."
"Mom went to the Supermarket... and Dad's making his door-to-door rounds...Where could they be..." Eren's breathing slowed and he walked to the door.
"Eren, where are you going?"
"I'm going to look for them." He answered simply as he removed his apron and put on his jacket.
Mikasa stood up, and buckled under her weight, "You... you can't! And certainly not alone..."
"Mikasa, just wait here-" Eren halted and backed up as loud banging engulfed the room. He hesitated for a moment and grabbed the kitchen knife he had been chopping vegetables with.
Eren stood his ground in front of Mikasa. The blade trembled in his hands. "Eren..." Mikasa whispered.
The banging increased in volume, then stopped suddenly. I got this Mikasa. Eren thought.
A loud smash came from the door, as ashes and dust flew in from the outside. Eren yelled and rushed forward, blade in hand. He leapt over the coffee table, and prepared to sink his blade into the other moving body. As he jumped forward the knuckles of a fist punched him in the face and knocked him to the side.
"The hell?" Eren felt his nose bleed and winced in pain.
Two hands reached from the dust and grabbed Eren by the collar. "Dammit Jaeger, I just know this has something to do with to you!" The person shook him repeatedly. "So what's up with this eh, Jaeger?" They lifted up a fist. "...Or do I need to beat it outta you?"
Mikasa crawled forward. "...Jean, calm down."
The brown-haired boy let go of Eren, and dusted himself off. "Tch, okay, fine." He turned toward Eren. "Explain."
Eren shifted his view, and wiped his nose. "Hmpf, all I know is that we need evacuate." He stood up. "...and I need to look for our parents."
"I told you Eren... you can't do this alone, nor am I letting you." Mikasa was barely standing.
Jean's eyes widened. "Mikasa, what happened?"
"It's nothing. I sprinted here when I heard the predicament." Mikasa toppled over onto the couch with a hiss.
"It's obviously not okay if you're making sounds like that. Lemme see your leg." Jean reached for her ankle but Mikasa had pulled away.
"I said I'm fine-"
"You really look like you're hurt so let me see your damn leg." Jean's tone was serious.
Mikasa looked away. "F-fine."
It was silent for a moment.
"When did this happen?" Jean asked.
"..."
"Jaeger, get over here."
Eren returned from searching through the kitchen drawers. "Wha-" His sentence fell short. Mikasa's pant leg was rolled up to reveal a long bloody gash down the outer side of her lower leg.
"You know about this, Jaeger?" Jean asked quietly.
Eren was silent.
Jean stood up. "Did'ya?"
Eren whispered, "N-no. I had thought she was just tired from running here-"
With a loud Smack! Eren flew back after being backhanded by Jean.
Mikasa moved forward. "Jean, there was no need-"
"Mikasa's Mikasa, one of the best in our class for God's sake! You'd think she'd be that shaken up from just a sprint?!"
Eren followed along. He's right, ya'know? Mikasa's one of the best, why didn't you think of her being hurt? He shook his head, and opened the hallway closet.
"Are you not gonna help Mikasa, Jaeger?" Jean spoke loudly.
Mikasa leaned closer and grabbed his arm. "Jean, it's fine."
"No, it can't be freaking fine! How did he not think about injuries?"
"He didn't even know where I was from the beginning. He doesn't know how far I ran. I could have ran two miles and have been unhurt." Mikasa pulled on his sleeve. "Stop taking it out on him."
Jean sighed. "Fine."
A mix of curses and shuffles were heard from the hallway closet. Eren returned with a less-than-half bottle of alcohol, a rag, and a little bit of tape. He threw the materials at Jean, and dropped a butcher knife on the ground.
Eren placed the kitchen knife and a knife used to gut fish in his belt.
"The hell are you doing, Jaeger?" Jean questioned.
"I'm going to find Armin."
"Why?" Mikasa moved around on the plush seat.
"I was aware that before his parents left him in care of his Grandfather, they gave him medical supplies incase something happened and the paramedics wouldn't make it in time." Eren turned towards the two. "What I gave you won't be enough. Jean patch her up and wait here for me. I'm gonna go see if Armin's okay and ask for help."
"Eren, no, it's too dangerous-"
"I'm going. Jean, keep her here and protect her for me."
"Suicidal jerk. Hmpf, fine I won't let anyone touch her." Jean said.
Mikasa lowered her head. "I can't stop you in this condition..." She gave Eren a warm look. "Don't die on me, okay?"
"I'll be back." Eren said, as he grinned and made his way out into the dry, hot air of the City of Maria.