What do you Mean It's Inhumane to go Commando Chapter 1, an attack on titan/進撃の巨人 fanfic

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I stare at my barren ceiling, why did I ever think that I would ever wake up to my alarm clock? I never do. I don't have to; I stay up all day and night anyway; so how did I get that alarm clock? I think Mikasa gave it to me for my birthday one time, or was that Christmas, I don't know anymore. I don't really like going to sleep, every time I close my eyes I see vivid pictures of what I used to do. I don't really like it much, but I have to sleep some time. I lay my arm across my eyes to hide from the bright sun that shown through my closed, beige curtains. I should invest in darker curtains; I don't really like the sun that much. Of course that doesn't deter the color of my skin tone from just a couple hours a day outside can do to me. It'll take months before the dark tan goes away; and then in that time winter will pass then spring will come strolling in like it owns the place. I heard a knock at my door. I look over to it, parallel to my black clad bed.

I sit up a little, "decent." You see, if it's anytime of the day I usually don't like wearing pants that often, so I choose to go around my room pants less and shirt less at the same time, so on countless times Mikasa comes barging in, but as quickly as she comes she leaves. So now we set up a system where each of us says "decent" when we are covered up (she loves to do the same thing as me, so yeah…). I go back to the position I was previously in. "Hey."

She answers back, "Eren, get ready. There are stuff to do, people to see, text books to read, and teachers to piss. Now come on, moron." She left when I tugged my blanket off of me; I look down to see that I wore the standard nothing. Not even a pair of boxers. My fan broke last week, so much to my approval I go commando; meaning to go bare naked. I reach over to my night table and grab my small, black case with my initials engraved on top. I pop it open before whipping a pair of thick rimmed, nerdy glasses out. Not the typical hipster thick rimmed glasses, but actual prescription glasses. I'm as blind as a mole. You know that one chick off of Orange is the New Black? Um, what's her name again? I think it's Vaus. Not sure, but my glasses resemble hers. I drag them across my face, and then my room came into focus. A small, shitty room in a small, shitty apartment that we could barely afford with our type of income. I glance to my left to see my lap top half open on my surprisingly neat desk that should be covered board to board with papers, paints, and pencils, and pens. Nope, I don't really appreciate messes since I'm a little clumsy and I always forget everything everywhere so in order to not forget anything I keep my room pretty spotless. The only thing that I always forget to do is put away my clothes when they are done getting washed and dried, so there's usually a basket in the corner getting continuously refilled with clean clothes even when I decide to put it away. I step out of bed before wandering my way to my closet which has the door taken off because of reasons. I look at my small dresser that sits snuggly inside. I prop open a door and step into a pair of briefs that I once held in my hands. I proceed to get dress in what I usually wear; a pair of skinny jeans, and a pastel sweater with some type of life quote on it, and a pair of socks. I look into the body mirror that's on my bedroom door. I grab a comb and brush through my tangled rat's nest that's on my head.

I set my black comb down and grab my bag, and close my laptop entirely before thrusting that and the charger in my laptop bag. With both items in hand and shoulder I rush out of the room; of course I quickly come back in to grab my phone and head phones. I greet Mikasa in the living room; then put on a pair of shoes that match my outfit, I skip outside. Call me a nerd, but I like being early. It's the thrill of getting to a class, or a date first and knowing when everyone comes. It's like I'm the spy and they are my playmates. I can see them with my very own eyes; spot what they are going to do, then proceed with a plan. That, of course, never works out in my favor, because no matter what I do, I don't have the guts to actually follow out in a plan. On my way to my bus stop I come face to face with my best friend, Armin Arlert. He's book smart, and a total loser in a leather jacket. Long hair, piercings, super tall, broad shoulders, and the next valedictorian of our generation. He plays sports, he does theater, he rides a motorcycle, and perfect grades and attendance, and he's a total heart throb. Super popular, super cool, and super nice. If only everyone knew him like I do. Despite all those characteristics; he's a fucking dork, and a good friend. I do wish that I could be as strong, and as tall has him; motherfucking stud muffin. I thought I was going to be the tall and almighty one in the future, guess not.

"Hey, JaegerBomb!"

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

"Habits die hard, I guess."

I shrug before pointing out something peculiar, "Is that a new piercing? Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He grins my way before doing as I asked, and I was right. Right there was a barbell with a small, bulbous head. It was red in color and seemed to be a bit too small for someone like Armin; he probably got it earlier this week.

"Yeah, I just got it a couple days ago; my mouth is a still a little numb so I can't have hard food until next week," Armin says after closing his mouth once I got a good look at the piece of jewelry.

"It's a good thing football and wrestling ended not too long ago then. Otherwise you would've had to sit down until next week." He agreed with me by nodding his head once. We turned to face the road once the jeering of an engine interrupted us. Even if Armin rides his motorcycle almost every day to school he always makes it a point to sit with me once or twice on the bus, if he doesn't do that then we wouldn't be able to see each other until lunch time once a week. He's a busy guy with Math club and being the student body president and all, I don't really blame him for not hanging out that often because on weekends he has a pile of homework to do and decide on what to do for club activities. He's only a junior; I'm only a junior, we're all juniors! Except Mikasa, she graduated already; she's taking a year off to earn money and makes sure I don't need anything once I'm a senior. She's a good sister, I wouldn't ask for anyone else.

I seen the yellow doors pull open and I was herded inside the motor contraption. Armin trailing behind me, making sure no slur words were heading my way. I'm not exactly straight per se, but I'm not exactly full homo either, I'm somewhere in between. Anyway, when it was that time of life when everyone questioned their sexuality some random person asked me one day and I answered that I was attracted to both sides. Of course they only looked at me like I was crazy because, you know, you can like both genders? I'm selfish apparently, according to the school of fish (I mean my peers). I didn't pay it much heed, that'll only rile them up even more, so I diligently do my work and make sure that I ignore the people around me. I sit near the front of the bus, I'm the window person; Armin is sitting in the aisle. Not sitting in the aisle, but he's the aisle person. The one that will get off the bus first. I plug my headphone in my phone, and then plug the ear buds in my ears before turning on my playlist. Immediately a song that I really like pops up, it has a melancholic tune to it, and the lyrics are gold, so that's also a plus on my part. I bob my head to the beat of the rhythm. Armin does the same as me, and in silence we enjoy our songs. That's our friendship. We don't really need to makes conversation; all we need to do is sit with each other, through friendly banter then listen to music in peace. It's quite nice, if I do say so myself.

It didn't take much time for more people to enter this death trap, and it only took about twenty minutes to make it to school with all the stops. I tag behind Armin, making sure to grab the hem of his jacket so I don't get lost. I let go once we make it in front of the school, I wave at him a good bye before hiking my way to my locker to drop off some stuff and to grab some stuff. First class is always English 2 so I make sure I put my back pack away, I grab my notebook and binder before trudging to my first class of the day. It wasn't a long walk, but I had to go up a flight of stairs so I was pretty breathless when I made it to my desk. I sat in the back with no one behind me. It was a request that I made from the teacher, she's understanding and very nice so I had no trouble moving from place to place. As long as you ask of course, otherwise she will corner you and push you into a hole; a perk to being the supervisor of the school's debate team. I turn off my phone and tuck my head phones away in my pocket.

I still had a couple minutes left to mingle about, but I didn't have that many friends so I decided to take out my lap top from her case (shut up, my lap top is a girl. Her name is Helen.). I booted up Helen from her sleep mode and decided a quick game of Spider Solitaire will do me good. But just as I was getting ready for my game, the bell rang. I shut the lap top and put it back in her case. Students trampled in the classroom but I paid them no heed when the teacher came stumbling in. Her name is Petra Ral and she is married to the Principle, Oluo Bozado. He's young, but from all the cigarettes he smokes, he's pretty wrinkly. He's a mean man too, well not really mean, but he tries to be; he could be if he didn't bite his tongue every five minutes. She called for attention, people quieted down. That's when she called for attendance, there's always this one person that's missing that she shakes her head to in disappointment; I didn't really pay attention to the name that often. All I know is that it's French (I think it's French, I don't pay as much attention as I should be).

"This week we're going to delve into the depths of the ocean. You are going to pick a fish, doesn't matter which one; so long as it's cold blooded, and you are going to do a power point on it. The rubric that I'll hand out will tell you what needs to be done, but if you have any questions feel free to ask me or a desk partner," Mrs. Ral explains while handing out fliers. The person in front of me hands me the last paper and I scan through it. What it eats, what it looks like and why it looks like that, predators, where it lives, why it lives there, extra, and don't forget the sources page. After that, she says that today is the day to figure out who you are going to work with and how much are we going to split the information apart. There will be eight slides; two can be shared, so that leaves six. Three for each person. It's not a big project, but it's something to keep us busy. "You'll be in the lab tomorrow to start on your projects, and then you'll be presenting it on Monday or Tuesday." She left us to ourselves for the rest of the period.

At that she went over at my desk, I look at her curiously, "Can I help you with something, Mrs. Ral?"

She smiled politely at me, "As a matter of fact yes you can help me. After school, can you come to my classroom?" I blink at her; I looked down, then back up at her.

I agreed to that, she clapped her hands and hip hip hoorayed away from my desk. Whatever she says better be about my curriculum because I don't want to spend another minute here. It's not because I hate this place, but I don't really like spending time outside my room. There are too many people here that it kind of bothers me, and not knowing what'll happen kind of also bothers me. I like to stick to a schedule so that way I know what'll happen to me. This is not going by my schedule at all. The bell rang and I hurry out, bumping into people on the way. I don't say anything, and they don't say anything in return. I follow the crowd downstairs, and then I stop at my locker to grab my next stack of books. My history class is next.

So school wasn't productive at all. Aside from the fact I aced a quiz in math, and failed one in history. I hitch my way up to Mrs. Ral's classroom. The halls were deserted, not a body to be found; aside from the janitor of course. The lights were on in the classroom and the door closed. I knock on the door lightly when I heard noise, not wanting to eavesdrop and not wanting to be rude. The restless banter inside the classroom cease and I see the familiar face of Mrs. Ral; English teacher extraordinaire. I peak my head inside to see more teachers; like Mr. Zakarius, Mr. Jinn, and Ms. Brzenska. I gulp, condensation started to form on the back of my neck. "Did I do something wrong?" they were all staring at me, it was kind of unnerving.

Mrs. Ral chuckled, "Nothing is wrong, Eren. In fact, we think that you're a perfect candidate for helping a fellow student. You see, there is a misfortune of him missing a lot of school days; but we're not really sure why." She looked at me expectantly.

"That's where I come in," I say slowly, rolling my hands to get this started. "You technically want me to tutor him, then." Mrs. Ral smiled.

"Not exactly, we just need you to keep an eye on him, make sure he gets his work done and what not." She points to a bag by her desk, "Then we need you to fill out a report when you do go over there."

I scan the other people around the room, "okay, but I don't see why they need to be here if you just needed to explain that." I turn my head away from them and to my English Teacher. All of them were my teachers, Mike Zakarius is my gym teacher and also my track coach (which I'm not doing anymore), Erd Jinn is my History teacher, while Rico Brzenska is my Math teacher.

"They're here because they needed to drop off his papers and such. We're counting on you here." I nod understandingly.

"That's alright, but I have work and I also have homework to do so you can both give me the address and set up a date where we can meet, or I decline." I might have twisted the truth a little; I do have work, just not as much; and homework comes later. "Why do I have to do it, though?"

This time Ms. Brzenska answered my question, "Because you live by him, and you will get some credit if you do this for us."

I nod understandingly, that's a pretty good deal. If I do what they tell me to do then I can earn more credit and hopefully I can pass because right now I'm not doing too well with my credit. I offer them a small smile, nodding my head and heading for the plastic bag that held an assortment of papers and folders. "You got yourself a deal then. I need 4 credits to pass this year; you better give me those credits." I left after that, bag in hand.