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Eren had last been to the gym a week ago, when he had run into Levi. The dreams were worse than ever, draining him further. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he trudged toward the gym. He had Levi's towel washed and folded neatly, the corners all touching and the edges lined perfectly. He had been that way all his life.
He would constantly clean and straighten everything he got his hands on. In school, he had been labeled a neat freak by the other kids. His room was always spotless, not a single toy or stray piece of clothing on his floor. The bed was always made promptly and military crisp. He didn't know why he was like that and his mother had taken him to a phychiatrist at his father's urging. The shrink had given him pills and sent him home.
He never took them, always dumping them down the sink whenever he could get away with it. Eventually his mother had given up and stopped his prescription. Then the accident had happened. He and his mother had been on the way home from a parent teacher conference, traffic heavy and slow moving on a Friday night. They had pulled up to a red light and waited fro it to turn green. Just as they had begun to drive away from the light, another car had barreled into the driver's side and crushed it. Eren had watched with wide, terrified eyes as his mother was decapitated and bi-sected by the sharp metal as a second car smashed into the front end of their small Honda.
The trauma had left him mute for months afterward. It seemed to play in an endless loop in his head. He had been 9 at the time. As the years had passed, he had found himself getting into fights and avoiding the scent of alcohol. It was a drunk driver that had killed his mother. His father had drawn into himself at first, immersing himself at work at the hospital. It had stayed that way for a year until he had come home one night and drunkenly staggered into Eren's bedroom. He had been muttering to himself when he threw open the door.
Eren had jerked awake and the stench of alcohol coming from his father had his nose burning. The man had launched himself at his 10 year old son and preceded to beat him, screaming at him and yelling how it was his fault. At such a tender age, Eren had been quick to believe that it was his fault, that if only he hadn't begged his mom to go, she would still be alive. As Eren had gotten older, the beatings had gotten worse. Eren had cut himself off from the rest of the world, not even keeping contact with Armin or Mikasa. Eventually, he had graduated highschool at the top of his class.
He had quickly moved out of his childhood home, escaping as fast as he could before he was killed by his own father. The beating he had taken after informing his father had been brutal, fracturing several ribs in the process. He had moved out and never looked back.
Eren breathed deeply and reminded himself that all of that was in the past as he pulled open the doors to the Garrison's Gym. He glanced around with sharp emerald eyes, looking for the short but commanding man named Levi. When he didn't see him, he shrugged it off and headed into the lockerroom to get changed. He changed quickly and headed back out into the main part of the gym, taking up a treadmill after placing Levi's towel down and putting in his earbuds. He let his body take over as he zoned out.
Levi sighed as he pulled open the doors to Garrison's Gym. It had been a rough week and he hadn't been able to focus on anything. Instead his mind kept replaying images of fatigued emerald hued eyes encircled with black and abnormally pale skin. The brat had kept plaguing his mind as he had filled out the paperwork for his company. He was one of two CEO's of a security company and his business partner hated anything that looked like paperwork.
The raven haired man glanced over the people there and his sharp silver eyes caught on the slim brunette running on the treadmill like the hounds of Hell and Satan himself was on his ass. Levi frowned deeper in irritation as he noticed the brat had lost even more weight since he had last seen him. The sight was familiar to him, flashes of his past life coming to the forefront of his mind.
Levi had never expected to run into Eren in this lifetime. It had been a few centuries since the fall of the Titans, each lifetime he had been reincarnated he had never run into the brat. It seemed that it was finally time to reunite. When he had met Eren so long ago, promised that he would be the one to kill him, he hadn't imagined that the brat would end up being his lover.
Now, it would seem that instead of killing him, Levi would need to save him.
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