Chapter:the interview

PoV: still that annoying fly on the wall

Disclaimer: this is purely fan-made. I don't own AoT (a.k.a. Snk) nor the characters in it. All the rights belong to their respectful owners. I don't make any profit with this

Warning: NO WARNIG… MAYBE LANGUAGE

A/N: BONJOUR~ This is Amarante, yeah another chapter *throws confetti*. Thanks for all the reviews. I like to hear your opinion on the story, It's at your own risk to flame, cause I have the habit to do it back.

"is spoken"

/'Is thought'/

I revere to Hanji as "they"

Now…..

LET THE STORY CONTINUE

TheBook Hunter

The soft buzzing of the computer could be heard and the light that emerged from the monitor that absorbed the room in its brightness could be seen. A bright 3 AM could be read in the right corner of the screen as the boy in front of it rubbed his eyes. He tried to concentrate on the words on the bright screen, for he had to finish his letter before sunrise. The boring black and white structure of the document and the warmth coming from his laptop made him sleepy. Yawning and rubbing his eyes again he read the document, checking for errors, things that could be misinterpreted and informalities. A 22 years old Eren Yeager was applying for a job as cashier in a book store. Normally he wouldn't go this far to write the perfect letter, but the stores owner was picky, and he needed this job. You see, Yeager just moved from Germany to France so he could continue his study. But he needed to pay the rent of his one bed-, bath-, and living room apartment. After reading it over for one last time, Eren pressed send and finally, FINALLY, Closed his eyes and let himself drift of.

With his computer standing on the kitchen table, still lightly buzzing, and the thousands of papers scattered around on the said table. Eren was forced to make his breakfast on the kitchen counter. Still in his clothes from yesterday he softly cursed his life wile he waited for the PING that would indicate that his food was ready. He was a little grumpy because of the lack of sleep and the ache in his back from falling asleep in the wooden chair. His brown hair was a mess, his posture weary and his eyes blankly staring in the distance. He had opened a window earlier to let some fresh air in, but was regretting it, 'cause the damn birds wouldn't shut their fucking beaks. He was seriously considering killing one and fry it for dinner. Eren was taken from his murderous thoughts when the long awaited PING sounded through the apartment. Eren opened the microwave and smiled, "food".

The first few hours of the day Eren spent his time on his laptop, continually checking his mail and skyping with his best friend Armin and adoptive sister Mikasa who were still in Germany. He was happy to see them again. He had known the second he accepted the call he would be bombarded with questions. He was right, and quite glad about it because it meant they cared about him.

After securing his sister that, yes he takes good care of himself, he told them about his trip in the plane, which was horrible. His flight was delayed, the stewardess dropped a case of nuts over him and dared to say that it was his fault, AND there was a couple sitting next to him who couldn't keep there tongues in their own mouth.

Soon the time came where Mikasa and Armin had to say their goodbyes. Now Eren was bored, tired, and waiting. The clock that used to be on the wall was now broken in half, silent, not able to annoy Eren Yeager any longer. There was no point in calling anyone, what was there to talk about? going outside was neither an option, the sun shone yes, it was warm, yes, but the bright light tired Eren even more, and the heat didn't do wonders to his brain either. He'd already cleaned up the place. Not that it was hard work or anything, just moving some stuff around. And now he was staring out of the window literally counting the cars that passed by. "2, 3, 6,.. six more.. that would be 283" this was going to be a long day..

The evening fell and Eren sick of EVERYTHING. He wanted to do something, and yet he didn't. The games on his laptop seemed as boring and useless as … as… as watching paint dry. He refreshed the page which showed the inbox of his mail. Nothing.. maybe he was being to nervous, maybe he just needed to relax a little. He refreshed again… and there it was, the thing he had been waiting for the whole day. His letter was answered..

The Book hunter

Riren 88

8125 FE

N'est-pas-une-place, France.

Eren Yeager

Ocean-street 20

9732MA

Keine-Stadt, Germany

Hello Mr. Yeager,

When i read your letter this morning I was pleased. You seem to be a straight forward guy and I would love to meet you as soon as possible. Do you have time tomorrow morning? I would love to hear from you,

Sincerely,

Hanji.

As to say, Eren Jumped into the air from excitement. He has a chance.

The next morning Eren was just in time for his interview with Hanji, after the cliche "the alarm clock didn't do its fucking job".

Currently he was looking at the person in front of him, not quite sure if it was a man or a woman. It had dark brown hair and a pair of glasses resting gently on their nose. They had a mischievous glint in their eyes as she let him inside the employees only section.

"Have a seat, not literally" they said. Eren gave her a look at her statement. "did someone actually tried that?" He asked, Hanji giggled and nodded. Eren gave a smile and sat down in the chair. It was a comfortable chair, better than the one in his apartment at least. Hanji grabbed a chair too and went to sit across of him with nothing in between them. Eren stared a little confused to the human which they noticed, "it's more personal this way" they stated and left the matter. "uhm.." Eren started nervously "how can I refer to you" he asked bluntly. Hanji gave him a look to which he realized what he just said "I … I mean, in the E-mail it said Hanji, but isn't that to… informal for.. uhh… business… eehhm.." he couldn't really find the words and began to stutter. Hanji laughed at this "today I'm a 'him'.." they stated. Eren looked really confused now. "what do you mean with 'today' ?" he asked. "yesterday I was a 'her' and today I feel more like a 'him' " Hanji explained. "if you really don't get it you can refer to me as an 'they' but I would rather have you using my name. I mean, I use yours too" Eren nodded.

"Eren Yeager" Hanji started "22 years old, loves reading, has experience, is social" Hanji looked at Eren "and a pretty face". Eren blushed lightly at that statement. "I want to know how you really are, how your thoughts work, what you try to accomplish with your life… but I also want to know how you put stories into perspective, so tell me, If you were the protagonist of a story, what would be the typical cliche thing that happened today".. Eren thought for a moment, "I would say.." he started, "the fact that my alarm clock didn't wake me and I had to rush to be on time". Hanji laughed again.

About a hour full of nonsense but informative information later, Hanji was shaking Eren's hand. "congratulations, you've got the job" they exclaimed. Eren smiled. "this is going to be interesting" he stated happily. Hanji smiled back "yes, very interesting indeed"