Welcome back, everyone! Thanks for the follows, favorites, and reviews :) It's so good to see readers from my other story! That makes me extremely happy. Thank you for the suggestions, Tay. I did look up the BobbyNewberry and I thoroughly enjoyed his work :)

Note! Kenny in this story is very antigay and bigoted, so hateful words and actions will be used periodically. There is some of that in this chapter.

Levi pushed open the heavy wooden door to his house. Upon opening the door, he spotted his Uncle Kenny sprawled out on the couch, an empty beer bottle dangling from his finger tips. Maybe he was so far out of it that Levi could sneak by unnoticed. Levi removed his shoes and set them quietly on the rack by the front door, leaving him in his socked feet. Levi began to tread softly across the wooden flooring. His dancing skills helped tremendously with being light on his feet, however, they did nothing to stop that one weak floor board that broke the silence with a loud creak.

"Levi? You finally home, you fairy?" Kenny rolled off the couch and stood, surprisingly graceful for a drunk man.

"Tch. Obviously." Levi retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, boy. You're lucky I let you stay in this house, you ungrateful fag!" Kenny stumbled around the couch towards Levi.

"Believe me, Kenny. If I had the money, I would move out immediately." Levi put his bag down, just in case things got physical like they usually did.

Kenny gave a loud laugh. "Well if you got a real job like a real man and quit focusing on prancing around like a fairy then maybe you'd have some money." Kenny was slowly stumbling toward Levi. Levi simply watched the pathetic man.

"I told you. I'm not giving up dance nor college so I don't have time to get a job." Levi glared at his so called uncle.

"Then I guess you better start being more grateful." Kenny was close enough to where Levi could smell the awful stench of alcohol coming from his breath. It was fucking disgusting. Levi couldn't help the eye roll. As soon as it happen, Kenny grabbed Levi by his hair and threw him to the ground. Levi bounced back onto his feet quickly, just in time to avoid a kick to the ribs. He was used to this routine. As hard as he tried not to, he always managed to piss off his drunken uncle almost every night.

"I've got homework to do, Kenny. I don't have time to deal with your bullshit. Levi stepped around Kenny easily and bounded upstairs to grab his bag of school books and to quickly change out of his sweaty clothes. He felt disgusting for not taking a shower, but he didn't want to be caught here any longer. Levi went back downstairs to encounter a fuming Kenny.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Kenny blocked his path to the doorway. "Going to go get fucked by your boyfriend?"

"First, I'm going to the library to get some peace and quiet. Second, I never said I was gay, so quit with all the slurs." Levi was gay, but his uncle didn't need to know that.

"Please. Only faggots dance around in tutus," Kenny scoffed. There was no point in arguing with a drunk man, so Levi tried to step around him. Kenny wasn't through with him yet though. He stepped in front of Levi. "Like hell I'm going to let you leave. I'm not allowing you to go out to go get fucked in the ass."

"I told you! I'm going to the library. I don't have a computer and I need to use one for my project." Levi started to raise his voice. He was beyond pissed. Levi was knocked to the ground by a fist swinging into his left eye.

"Don't you ever raise your voice to me, boy! Get back up stairs. I don't want to see your face for the rest of the night."

Levi picked himself back up and, with his head held high, went up the stairs once more and slammed his bedroom door shut. He stood in the middle of his room in silence. His fists were clenching and unclenching rhythmically. He took a deep breath and counted to ten. He felt a tiny bit of tension leave his body, but the inhale brought his own body stench to his nose which wrinkled in disgust. Might as well shower then. Levi got undressed and looked at his face in the mirror. Well, fuck. He was going to have a wicked black eye. Already, his left eye was starting to darken and ugly purple color. He sigh and slipped under the scalding spray of water.

This had been his life ever since his mother had died when he was 13. He missed her. He remembered her being kind and caring. Nothing like her drunk of a brother. He remembered the loving way he used to look at him and touch his hair soothingly when he was upset. She used to encourage him with his passion for dance and supported him in everything he did. However, even she had her flaws. She had been a prostitute and ended up dying of AIDS. Being one of the only people that Levi cared about, her death had affected him greatly. It also affected his uncle more than he would admit. Levi sometimes wondered if the reason he actually hated Levi was because he had her face. He was almost identical to her. The only differences were gender and eyes. While her eyes had been filled with loved and care, Levi's eyes held only boredom and irritation.

The water began to get cold, so Levi stepped out and dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt. He needed to get this work finished. He'd be damned if he made a poor grade just because his uncle was being a stupid drunk.

He grabbed his book bag and went to the large window at the side of his bed. He eased it open. The full moon was low in the sky, but it provided more than enough light to see. Levi perched on the window sill and prepared himself. He launched himself forward with practiced ease and caught the sturdy tree limb that was closest to his window. He pulled himself up effortlessly before picking his way down until he got the the bottom limb where he hung off of it before dropping and rolling on the ground. He stood up and brushed the dirt off of his clothes. He eyed his car. He wouldn't be able to take it. It would create too much noise. He turned and walked briskly down the street.

It was a chilly night tonight. It was that time of year where the days were hot and the nights were starting to get cold. Levi shivered in the as a cold breeze passed by him. He just had to forget a jacket didn't he? He rubbed his arms in an effort to warm up. Only fifteen more minutes of walking. Levi looked up to see two figures walking ahead of them. They were walking slowly, like they were just out for a midnight stroll. Levi caught up to them in no time at all. He shrugged his bag further onto his back and kept his head down as he walked past the couple quickly.

"Levi...?" Shit. Levi froze. Not the brat. Not the shitty fucking brat.

"What." Levi said, only slightly turning his head to glance over his shoulder at Eren fucking Jaeger. Beside him stood his sister, Mikasa. She looked as if she was barely restraining herself from beating him to a pulp for his actions earlier at the studio.

"Where are you going this late?" Eren pried.

"None of your fucking business, Jaeger." Levi went to take a step, but paused when Mikasa spoke up. Her voice was murderous.

"What the fuck is your problem, midget? Eren hasn't done a single thing to you." Levi turned around to see that Mikasa had stepped slightly in front of Eren protectively, who looked slightly embarrassed.

"Keep your guard bitch on a shorter leash, Jaeger." Levi retorted. Mikasa lunged at him. Levi didn't even flinched as Eren caught her by the arm and pulled her back.

"That's enough, Mikasa. You know I don't like you fighting my battles for me. Levi," Eren turned his attention back to Levi. Levi could see Eren pause and glance at his eye. Eren's eyes softened with pity and concern, but he, thankfully, didn't mention the black eye."I don't know what I did to make you hate me, but I'm sorry for whatever it was. Truce?" He stuck his hand out.

Levi looked at the hand. He almost considered taking it. The fact that Eren was trying to make peace proved how much he had matured. But their conversation from years back sprang into his head.

-Flashback-

Levi sat with his mother on one of the couches in the dance studio lobby. He was simply doing his elementary math homework. The bell jingled as a someone opened the front door. He didn't look up until he heard a woman's voice talk to the receptionist about enrolling her children. Levi looked up curiously.

The woman at the counter looked exhausted, but kind nonetheless. With her were a girl that looked nothing like her mother and a boy with the prettiest eyes Levi had ever seen. Even from across the room, he could tell that they shimmered and sparkled like precious emeralds. Levi patted his mother's arm to get her attention. "Mama."

"Yes, Levi?" His mother smiled down at him softly. "What is it?"

Levi kept staring at the new boy. "That boy has really pretty eyes.."

His mother's eyes widened in shock at Levi's blunt statement. Then her eyes softened in understanding and turned to look at the new boy. His mother nodded in agreement.

"So you think he's cute, Levi?" Levi felt a blush creep onto his face. He tore his eyes away from the boy and looked down at the papers in his lap and nodded his head shyly.

"Well, then, let's go meet them!" His mother stood up and held a hand out to for Levi to take and gave him an encouraging smile. Levi took her hand and stood up and walked over there with her. They reached them right when the lady was done with the receptionist.

"Hello!" His mother greeted the other woman. "I'm Kuchel Ackerman, and this is my son, Levi."

The other lady smiled brightly and the two kids looked at them curiously. Levi was a couple inches taller than them, suggesting that they were a year or so younger. Up close, the boy's eyes were even prettier. They sparkled and rippled with so much life. Levi didn't want to stare again, so he kept his eyes down toward the ground.

"Hi! My name is Carla Jaeger. This is Eren and Mikasa." She gestured to the children respectfully.

"Go on and say hello, Levi." His mother urged, putting a hand on his back and shoving him forward a little.

"Hello. It's nice to meet you all." Levi shuffled forward and bowed slightly remembering the manners his mother had taught him.

"My! What good manners you have, Levi. Go on you two. Say hi." Carla encouraged her own children. Mikasa looked Levi up and down analyzing him before saying a simple hello. Eren looked reluctant until Carla shot him a warning look. "Hi."

"Would you like to come sit over here with me, I have something I want to tell you?" Levi looked at his mom confused. Carla nodded with the same confused expression. "Levi, you stay here and be nice to the new kids." Before Levi could reply, his mother motioned for Carla to follow her, leaving Levi with the two strange kids. He watched them walk away to sit on the couch that he and his mother were occupying earlier. His mother leaned in and quietly told Carla something, glancing in Levi's direction. Carla leaned back surprised, looked at Levi then Eren, and smiled wide before turning back to Carla.

"Say, Levi," Eren spoke up, capturing his attention. "Which class are you in?"

"Ballet." Levi stated simply and unashamed. Eren burst out laughing.

"Really? Your mom is forcing you to do ballet?!" Eren couldn't seem to stop laughing.

"She didn't force me into ballet. I chose it!" Eren laughed harder. "What's so funny?" Levi was taken aback at Eren's outburst.

"Ballet is for girls, dummy." Levi was slightly hurt at this statement, especially since it was coming from the boy with the pretty eyes.

"Why would you choose something so girly? What are you, gay?" Eren took a step back as if he was going to catch the gay.

"I'm not gay!" Levi was getting angry.

"Then you should have picked something cooler like hip hop. That's what we're doing." Eren said, gesturing to himself and Mikasa

"But I don't like hip hop." Levi stated simply.

"Why not? It's better than dancing around in tutus!" Eren wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Ballet is really pretty, though." Levi could feel his anger rising. He clenched his fist to relieve some of it.

"Psh. Please! Ballet is stupid." Eren mocked, rolling those emerald eyes.

Levi would not sit here and be mocked be someone younger than him any longer. "Just because your stupid brain can't comprehend the beauty of it, doesn't mean it's stupid."

Levi turned on his heel and walked towards his mother.

"See you later, twinkle toes!" Levi's finger nails bit into his palms. As Levi approached the two women with an angry look on his face, Carla stood up and said something along the lines of "Oh no...Eren's done it again. I'm sorry Kuchel." and walked back to her kids. Levi saw her yank Eren by the ear and pulled him to the other couch. Levi looked at his mother.

"Is ballet really for girls?" Levi asked. His mother frowned down at him.

"Ballet is for everyone, honey. If ballet is something that makes you happy, then keep at it." Levi felt reassured but in turn, he grew to hate Eren more.

After that day, Levi hadn't spoken directly to Eren ever, but he heard him talk about how stupid ballet was and how Levi was stupid for choosing it. Soon enough, all the hip hop kids sneered and mocked Levi of his dance choice. Things quieted down after a few years, but Levi was never able to let go.

-End Flashback-

It was all petty child stuff by this point, but Levi was too prideful to let all of those remarks go. He gave another look at the hand and turned away to walk into the cold night towards the library.