Here is the next chappy :D I hope you enjoy it.
"Shush…" Eren hissed, his green eyes flickered to Connie and Jean who were clearly having too much fun bumping around the supply rooms. A stack of gas tanks fell over and clattered; the loud bouncing of metal on the floor made Eren cringe. The ruckus those two were making could wake the Titans beyond the wall. "What the hell? Are you two idiots? "He scowled and bit out harshly, the heavy whisper reverberating against the scattered metal canisters.
Jean scoffed and toed one of the gas tanks, his clear dislike of Eren's tone shining in his eyes. "Said the one who turns into a giant, nudist cannibal,"
As always when Jean and Eren came together tension crackled in the air and Connie grimaced. "Fuck-" Eren began, but the shortest of the boys stepped between them, blocking their view only just, his shortly shaven hair providing no extra height.
"Guys," Connie warned softly, eyes drawn in worry.
Eren only pursed his lips and turned to finish gathering manoeuvre gear; Jean on the other hand continued to glare for a full two minutes, his shoulders stiff as he awaited the other to suddenly burst into a titan. He was sorely disappointed when Jaeger continued to ignore him. With a last hmphf, he spun on his heel and began to prepare his own manoeuvre gear, leaving Connie to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.
They gathered their belts and refilled gas canisters with quick, trained movements making the process seem rather easy despite the hours of training it had taken them to finally understand how to use it. The metallic ring of swords being sheathed and lines being tested rendered the sudden silence, and with ease they righted the fallen gas tanks wordlessly.
After much silent debate Eren led the trio from the supply room, their feet whispered quietly against the floor and occasionally they paused to listen for anyone who could have awoken from the previous commotion. The short walk was plagued – at least on Eren's part – by unruly fear. He expected a scowling Levi to step around a corner any moment or Mikasa to come barreling down the corridor in worry or maybe a groggy Armin to stumble from one of the closed doors and question what they were doing.
Never mind the sheer terror of doing something Levi had clearly forbidden, curfew stated that no-one leave the walls after darkness had fallen unless given special permission by Erwin or Levi. They had neither. And for some reason the thrill of going against the rules never surfaced in Eren. What if they were found out? Eren would wish he were titan fodder rather than face Levi's foot in his face again.
He made a resolute decision just then to jump into the closest titan's mouth if for some reason Levi appeared. As daunting as it sounded, the fate of becoming titan vomit was much more pleasant that having to experience Levi's ferocious kicks.
Although Eren suspected Hanji would be delighted in their plans, he was sure Mikasa and Levi would not feel the same way. Mikasa was entirely too protective; Levi…well he was Levi and where there was a Levi there was a hell of a lot of pissed of scowling; lastly Hanji, the squad leader was entirely insane and always eager to experiment, especially on Eren.
Why am I doing this? The young Titan in question wondered as the lights faded and cool air suddenly stung his cheeks. The outside world was silent and dead in its darkness, but it was to be expected. Luring Titans to the city at night was hellish stupid, the Survey Corps wasn't a damn night squad – they couldn't see in the dark or properly group without sight.
They were humans. Normal humans carrying swords and manoeuvre gear, but plain old humans nonetheless. Unlike Eren, the rest of the Corps would be at a severe disadvantage if titans were to breach their walls at night. Carrying lights would only attract attention; it was something they couldn't afford.
So again the young man wondered why he was headed out into the darkness, with only annoying Jean and the kind Connie as back-up. Although the answer was rather simple, he was still terrified. More of his Heichou than anything, but also he knew that if he screwed up Jean and Connie could pay with their lives. The idea that their deaths could be a reality almost made him turn and usher the two back inside. Almost.
When they were far enough away from the headquarters, the sound of lines whipping through the air and sharp metal heads catching in stone scattered the silence and a flock of birds took to air, their wings flapping noisily. Soon Eren, Jean and Connie were flying through the air with the feathered creatures, arms spread out behind them, legs bent beneath their bodies.
Like soaring eagles they dipped between the gaps of the buildings and swung expertly back into the air as new lines were cast into stone. Wavering back and forth, they grew closer and closer to the wall and imminent danger.
As soon as Eren's feet left the ground, the burdens seemed to evaporate from his shoulders. He was mesmerized the first time he flew with the manoeuvre gear, the wind had swept his slightly too long brown hair back and battered at his body with a chilly bite. For the first time since he left the walls he had felt free. To him it had been ironic to receive the Wings on Freedom – in his opinion they were real, the feeling of flying through the air had solidified the coat of arms with startling clarity in his mind.
Ever since that first time, he had loved it, relied on it, been comforted by it. The strong lines that allowed him to propel through the air had saved him and his friends too many times to count and still he felt a connection – they wouldn't fail him.
Therefore, Eren felt rather offended when Jean called to him, informing the titan-shifter that his 'stupid grin' was sickening. The young man in question attempted to shrug off his distaste for the other and moved faster, momentarily losing the others before they caught up, both increasing their speed as well.
They were approaching the wall rapidly when Eren turned in the middle of his flight, intending to give Jean some battering down and a good piece of his mind. Only he forgot his intentions as soon as his eyes glimpsed something in the air with them.
A fourth person.
The figure dipped between buildings and Eren had to refocus on recasting his lines in order to not smash into the wall. But he only half paid attention to the action and landed with an uneasy thud atop the wide wall, stumbling slightly as he whipped around to search for the fourth figure.
His heart beat too loudly in his ears and his fingers trembled as he let them hang at his sides. Jean and Connie landed on either side of him, their breaths loud in the darkness, they paused when they noticed Eren's discomfort.
Turning, they both faced the city in time to witness the fourth person glide to a stop, feet barely whispering a sound as the figure landed perfectly, head high, the cool breeze whisking black hair across a pale face.
"Shit," Eren breathed as his eyes settled on those directed at him.
Hm...You like? I will probably, maybe, do a third chappy. I'm not too sure though. Sorry there wasn't any LevixEren action, if I do another chappy I'll be sure to add some of that stuff. You can guess who followed them ;)