Hello, I was looking in my Google docs and I came across an old fic I never posted because I was expecting to finish it first. Turns out I'm a loser who finds no motivation to write. Well, anyway, I though the I would post and see if it shouldn't be continued? If you want to be a co-author, message me or something. Or just comment my vanity will make me write it~
BTW Enked edited it and made it 10X better, so, read their stories, they're good.
"Why are you leaving him with me?" Levi asked.
"Because, Levi," Erwin paused. "You're the only former squad leader with experience of containing Eren Jaeger and no current job to do."
"What do you mean no job to do?" The raven haired man questioned with irritation.
"The titans have been long since cleared out, Hanji can't study them now. Why can't they do it? " Levi added to his point."Shitty-Glasses would love the chance to be in charge of Eren."
Erwin looked around this office with caution eyes. However, the closed door was eventually able to calm his nerves. Surely, their whispers of their conversation wouldn't be heard. Hopefully."Hanji is busy at the moment with helping the efforts of expansion." Erwin eyed Levi sternly, "and you have been banned from any missions, regarding the titans… or otherwise." The blonde man casted a solemn face, "not after last time."
The images rolled back into Levi's mind. The horror struck a chord within him. The memories of nothing except blood and the broken bodies of the entire 104th squad just lying in that red-soaked field, none of them ever to return to their families, kept firing at Levi like bullets. Never again, he thought to himself.
"Alright," Levi said. "What do you suppose I do?"
"I don't know." Erwin replied with a sarcastic sigh. "It's a free… 'unlimited' vacation." Erwin smirked, "I'm sure you can think of something."
"Tch, the thrills are far too great," Levi rolled his eyes. His leader couldn't hold back a slight chuckle. Only Levi, he thought, would not take time off with even a hint of pleasure.
Levi walked down the endless stairs to the basement, which he frequently cursed, to where Eren was held by the government.
Nineteen-years old and yet they still they really don't trust him, Levi thought to himself. He couldn't fathom why this boy was such a threat. If anything, Levi saw him in a different light. He saw in that boy, that nineteen-year old brat, a kid with raw guts and the ability to be humanity's next strongest. Perhaps…
When Levi came to the dark cellar, he first noticed the damp mold covering the walls. Disgusting.
There; behind the bars is where the monster was kept. The brunette haired brat was sound asleep under a pile of blankets that was as shallow as his breathing. Levi wasn't sure how Eren slept well down here. The chill alone was uncomfortable, let alone the eerie silence.
"Oi, brat. Wake up," Levi muttered.
"Humm?" Eren grumbled still in a sleep daze. The Captain cleared his throat and instantly Eren's attention shot into focus. The boy tussled under the sheets his face streaked with panic, his bed no longer tidy. "O-oh Captain, my apologies, Sir. I-I didn't realize it was you."
Levi crossed his arms. "It's fine, I just need to talk with you."
"A-about what, sir?" Eren gulped. The captain took a breath before looking over Eren with steadiness in his eyes.
"The government wants to give you freedom." Levi stated firmly as if he was giving an order. Eren's worried expression quickly dropped and his eyes lit up. "However," Levi hesitated knowing he was going to deliver the buzzkill news. "You'll have to have a chaperone."
Eren sighed with dropping shoulders. "I guess they still don't trust me." The boy's voice was low with disappointment.
"Yeah, lucky for the two of us." Levi grumbled, his flat brows unmoved. "The government will only entrust me with the job." Eren glanced up, his viridian eyes puzzled. Levi deadpanned, "I'm your chaperone, idiot."
Eren was shocked. He can't really be in charge of me again, the boy thought as he looked at his noble leader. After a long and rather uncomfortable silence, Levi finally asked the question.
"Where do you want to go, brat?"