In case you couldn't guess from this update, I'm going to try and keep this story on Monday updates. So now you guys have something to look forward to every Monday! :D

Also, another note that I forgot to mention last chapter: This is going to have a really slow build. Like… REALLY slow. Eren isn't even going to want to be near Levi for the next couple of chapters, let alone like him. But you guys will find that out shortly.

And just in case you all didn't know, I don't own any of the characters. So there's the disclaimer. Don't sue me.

Chapter 2: Into the Very Fancy Lion's Den

"Eren, stop pouting. No matter how much you mope around and sulk, the fact is you're getting married."

"I'm not pouting." Oh yes he was, but hell if he was ever going admit it. "I just don't think it's fair. Why should I have to marry some stranger for a stupid business agreement?" Grisha kept his eyes on the road, but Eren could still feel annoyance radiating off of his father.

"That 'stupid business agreement' meant that I was able to keep my company so you could have a comfortable childhood. Meaning that your mother and I wouldn't have to struggle to feed and clothe you each day." Grisha gripped the steering wheel hard as he talked.

"18 years of comfort, some of which I don't even remember 'cause I was too young, in exchange for 60, and possibly more, years of pain and torture at the hands of some rich stranger? I think I'll pass."

"Watch your mouth. This agreement was made well bef-"

"Well before I was born…" Eren waved a hand in the air in a nonchalant manner, like waving away a fly. "Yeah, you've reminded me of that little fact my whole life."

"And stop being so melodramatic. I don't know how well you two will get along, but if you actually talk to the guy, and not try to pick a fight with him like you do everyone, you may find that being married to him won't be so bad. Just behave when we get there and maybe it will turn out okay."

Eren didn't respond, his dad wasn't going to listen so there was no point in continuing the argument. He, instead, chose to stare out the window, noticing how the scenery had changed. The upper-middle class houses were gone and in their place were mini-mansions. They kept driving until the mini-mansions gave way to actual mansions, complete with overly large buildings and expensive looking yards. Even then, they kept going.

Eren was getting nervous. Just how rich were these guys? He knew the company his dad made the arrangement with was a pretty big deal, but they didn't live in a castle, did they? He silently hoped that they actually lived in a fairly upper-middle class house and the only way to get there was through all these rich neighborhoods. Anything above a mini-mansion made him nervous. With money comes class, and with class comes the expectation of acting sophisticated, refined and elegant, none of which Eren was. Just taking a quick look at the amount of notes on his record for "inappropriate behavior" and fighting on school grounds would prove that none of those words even came close to the definition of Eren Jaeger. He bit the knuckle of his thumb, a nervous habit he'd picked up a long time ago.

They would judge him. Heir of a large, successful company or not, they would see him only as some wild, barbaric thug. They would never take him seriously.

Finally, Eren felt the car slow down; they were turning onto a driveway with a large, automatic gate. Glancing around wildly, he took in his surroundings. The lot itself was surrounded by a tall, thick, red brick wall with the typical spikes on the top and ivy growing up the sides. It was far away from a lot of the other mansions and very, very large. The driveway was lined with beautifully placed flower fields and led up to a large plot of asphalt next to the side of the house, probably where the garage for their cars was.

Eren brought his gaze to the building in front of him.

Well, it wasn't a castle, but it certainly wasn't an upper-middle class house. It was made of a light grey stone with dark grey details, two stories (at least that's what it looked like from the outside), and very big, though probably normal sized for a mansion.

Eren was suddenly very distressed, and not just because of the mansion.

Part of the driveway circled around a large pond and fountain right in front of a set of stairs that led to the fancy marble porch. And standing on that fancy marble porch was his fiancé, someone who he knew surprisingly well.

Oh, the irony.

"Dad," Eren whispered frantically despite still sitting in the car. "Why didn't you tell me I was getting married to him?" Grisha had a slightly smug smile on his face.

"Oh? Starting to like him already?" Eren nearly smacked his forehead out of frustration.

"Dad! You don't understand! That's Levi Voclain! He created the biggest multi-billion dollar social media website since fucking Facebook!" Not to mention he was well known as an emotionless bastard who only knew how to look supremely pissed off at everything. Great, he got to marry everything he didn't want to marry: a short, antisocial, famous, bazillionaire with extra class on the side.

"And…?" Eren groaned.

"Dad, everybody knows who he is in my class. Everybody! He's literally all over the news!" And not to mention Armin fucking called it!

"I'm failing to see the problem here," Grisha sighed.

Eren was about to continue, but a servant, or at least he looked like a servant, opened his door for him. He muttered a thank you and stood up. His eyes wandered slowly up the porch steps until grey met green. The meeting didn't last long though, as Eren tore his gaze away. The intensity of Levi's harsh, scrutinizing stare made him nervous.

"Grisha! How nice to see you again!" It was then Eren realized there was a second person standing next to Levi. He was a couple inches taller than Levi, with Levi's same dark hair color (plus a couple extra grey hairs) in a different, shorter style and thin nose but had softer, rounder eyes. Levi's father.

"Carlton! It's wonderful to see you again." Great… there was that crappy business tone his father always got. "You look well, Levi. I hear you've made quite incredible progress in the business world already." Levi smiled politely. Huh, looks like he can do more than frown at the world after all.

"Thank you, Grisha." Eren was sure his heart had skipped a beat. Shit. Not only was he hot as fuck, but so was his voice. "I suppose I have, haven't I?" Wow… So modest… This guy was an asshole.

"Speaking of sons… I take it this is Eren, correct?" Carlton gestured to Eren.

"That's correct." Eren felt himself be pushed forward. He turned back with a pleading expression on his face, but all he got in return from his father was a cold, glare filled with promises of a missing Xbox if he didn't cooperate. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep his anger in, Eren faced Levi again. The bastard had an amused expression on his face. Eren's hands balled into fists.

"It's nice to meet you, Levi," he grunted grudgingly. Levi let out one short laugh.

"Yeah, because that wasn't forced at all." Eren glared at the sarcastic tone. Two could play at that game.

"Now what would give you the idea that any of this would be forced?" Eren asked, voice dripping with fake innocence and sarcasm. "It couldn't have anything to do with the arranged marriage now could it?" Levi's only response was a smirk.

Carlton clapped his hands together.

"Alright! Shall we start off with a tour of the house?"

"That sounds like a great idea." Levi started for the house first, then Carlton.

Grisha smacked Eren's arm when their backs were turned.

"Damn it, Eren," he hissed. "I told you to behave."

"He was asking for it!" Eren hissed back, rubbing his now sore arm. Grisha pushed Eren forward.

"Just follow along and don't get lost. And I don't want to hear any of your snarky responses."

"Whatever, dad…"

As Eren walked through the large, double doors leading into the mansion, he found out that the inside matched the outside in levels of fanciness. The floors were polished marble with an intricate design in the center of the giant foyer. There were two sets of curves stairs on either side of the room leading up to the second floor, also marble.

"Now, as you can see here…" Eren started to tune Levi's father out. For the most part, he could figure out on his own which room was which. "… We actually got this piece in the 1800's from my grandparents…" Oh for the love of God. Eren was definitely tuning him out. The last thing he needed was a history lesson on a bunch of décor. He took the time to look around on his own, though remaining in the room to avoid getting lost and raising suspicion that he wasn't actually listening.

On one side of the foyer (that's what it was called right?) there was what looked like a living room. Complete with a very expensive looking television over a fireplace. Eren could only hope they had a good selection of movies and games here. His dad made him leave all of his back home. On the other side was most likely the dining room, if the large table and chairs were any indication that is. An archway in between the two staircases led to a hallway. In the hallway, there was a set of open doors that led to what looked like the… family room? Eren could never tell the difference between the two. All he knew was that both rooms had fireplaces and expensive televisions. And all three rooms, including the foyer, had really fancy looking decorations.

Dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, he felt very out of place. A strange feeling tickled the back of his mind, but it was so small that he didn't pay attention to it.

"Oi," Eren jumped a little, noticing Levi was now standing right in front of him and, damn, actually smelled pretty good… It smelled like he'd just gotten out of the shower but still just the tiniest bit earthy, his clothes had just been washed, and… was that… cleaning products he smelled? Weird. "You're not even paying attention are you?" Eren spared a glance to their fathers, both of which were still wrapped up in talking to each other about the décor.

"But this history lesson is just so intriguing," he replied with a sarcastic and snobbish tone. Levi snorted amusedly, but even that sounded classy as fuck. Damn him.

"You are a fucking brat, you know that?" Eren wasn't really sure how to take that. Was that an insult or some kind of backwards compliment? He said it with a smile. What did that mean? He didn't get the chance to comment. "Father!" Levi called. "Are we going to show them around or inform them of the struggles and triumphs every piece of furniture endured to make it here?" Carlton paused before laughing.

"Oh I suppose you're right! Youngsters nowadays don't really care much for these kinds of things, now do they? They are so fast paced these days. Too busy worrying about Twitter and Facebook and now Recon. Hah! Isn't that right, Eren?" Carlton laughed while Eren gave an awkward half smile. It wasn't that he was in a hurry, he just didn't care. Plus he didn't really use social media all that much, but he didn't have the heart to tell the happy man that. He looked too proud at the fact that he'd even remembered the names. "Well, let's move on then. Now if you follow me…"

Grisha smiled as Carlton and Levi continued on into the hallway in between the staircases before turning to Eren with a sharp look.

What did I tell you, Eren? He mouthed. Eren shrugged angrily.

I didn't fucking do anything! He mouthed back. Grisha rolled his eyes before placing his happy mask back on and following the two Voclains through the house.

Eren found out that despite the large size of the mansion, there weren't as many rooms as he thought there'd be. He thought there would be at least 30 or 35 or even 50 rooms that were all laid out in a confusing, maze like layout, but there were only 15, and the layout was really simple. After the living room, family room, and dining room on the first floor there was the music room, the party room (Eren forgot what it was actually called, but basically it was a room where they held the parties and dinners for guests and usually remained empty), the kitchen (which was unnecessarily ginormous in Eren's opinion), and Levi's grandparent's room and study (Carlton firmly commanded Eren to never go in to either of those rooms without permission from his parents… but it was only a suggestion, right?).

On the second floor was where the library all the rest of the bedrooms were. All six of them. (Really? Six? Eren understood that two of those belonged to Carlton and Levi but how many bedrooms did one place need?) Unlike the first floor, which was primarily marble, the second floor was all carpet. Really soft and clean looking carpet too. It also turned out that Eren's bedroom (which was, once again, WAY too big for Eren's tastes. He even had his own bathroom, with a jacuzzi bathtub too, and walk in closet! Both also way too big) was right across the hall from Levi's. Literally. The doors lined up with each other perfectly.

But they didn't go inside Levi's room. Curiosity got the better of him, so Eren waited until the end of the tour to see. He watched his and Levi's fathers walk down the stairs before reaching for the door handle. A voice stopped him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Levi asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Eren started to rub the base of his neck, one of his nervous habits. He'd just been caught trying to sneak into someone's room after all.

"I wanted to see your room." Eren didn't really see any point in lying. What was he going to say? 'Oh! This is your room? I just thought the fancy double doors meant it was a closet.' "It wasn't really included in the Exclusive Voclain House Tour so…"

"Why do you want to see my room?" Levi fixed a questioning gaze on Eren and folded his arms over his chest.

"Well-"

"Also, if it was not included in the "Exclusive Voclain House Tour,"" –Levi mimicked Eren's voice there in a mocking manner, obviously not exactly ecstatic about the title– "then don't you think there would be a reason for that?" Eren frowned, his hand dropping from his neck.

"Your dad didn't say it was off limits-"

"So what?" Levi's voice started to rise in volume. "Does that mean if there was no sign on a cliff saying "Do Not Jump" then it would be a good idea to jump?"

"I never said it was a good idea. Just that it was never explicitly said that I couldn't go in." Levi took in a breath to retort, but Eren cut him off. "And besides," he started with a slight smirk. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. He should stop. He should stop right now. He was going to have to spend the rest of his life with this guy.

But… what if they hated each other…? They couldn't continue with this stupid marriage if they were ready to rip each other's throats out at any given moment, right? They'd have to stop the marriage.

"As your fiancé, shouldn't I have a right to see what your room looks like?" Eren made to grab the door handle, but as soon as his fingers brushed against the cool metal they had been torn away. Levi was all too close and gripping Eren's wrist at an uncomfortable angle in a painful grasp.

But that wasn't what scared Eren.

It was Levi's completely emotionless face and unnatural calmness.

"First of all," Levi began, his level voice frightening Eren even more, though he refused to show it too much. "We are not officially engaged, yet. Therefore, you are not my fiancé. And, even if you were, unless you were planning on living with me in that room, meaning you'd being sleeping on my bed with me, I don't see any reason why you should poke your bratty nose through my stuff." Then, emotion flooded Levi's face, and not in a good way. He directed a glare straight into Eren's eyes that seemed to scorch his very soul. "Know this, shitty brat. I don't want to see your ill-bred ass anywhere near or in my room." Levi emphasized his point by shoving Eren into the wall next to his door, then he let go of Eren and left without a single backwards glance.

Eren, for the next several moments, remained rooted in his spot against the wall, trembling. He shakily wrapped his arms around himself.

It wasn't the strange calmness that had him so shaken. It wasn't the threat. It wasn't even the glare.

No.

What was affecting him the most, kept playing over and over in his head.

I don't want to see your ill-bred ass…

That strange feeling he'd ignored in the beginning of the tour, the one that had grown the tiniest bits throughout the tour, swelled. The air was getting thicker, and it was becoming hard to breath.

"Eren!"

It was his dad…

The feeling ebbed away, back to that small tickling in the back of his mind, and the air thinned out.

That was…. weird, to say the least. He let him arms fall loose and gave a frustrated groan. Why, oh why, did he have to open his big mouth? What the hell was he thinking?! God he was such an idiot. Why would he think that his dad would drop the engagement just because they didn't get along? His dad wouldn't care if Eren and Levi always had hidden knives everywhere for when they fought, he'd still continue with the marriage. And now, thanks to his genius thinking, Eren had ended up on Levi's bad side. And, from what he could tell, that was a VERY bad thing…

Although, Levi could've just said no. Was it really that hard? He didn't have to go through the theatrics.

"Eren! Come down already! Carlton said that dinner will be ready soon!"

Taking a few deep, and much needed, breaths, Eren prepared himself to face Levi. He would not let Levi take control of him. He was not going to bow down and submit to him. No matter how rich, or scary, he was.

Shaky legs brought Eren down the curved staircase and next to the dining room. Grisha, Carlton, and Levi were already sitting at the table. There were eight seats in all, two at each end and three on either side. Grisha and Carlton sat next to each other on one side, while Levi, the bastard who looked like what happened up stairs hadn't just happened, sat on the other side.

Eren made a move towards the chair next to his dad, but one look from Grisha stopped him. Grisha subtly gestured to the seat next to Levi, keeping an arm draped over the seat next to him to keep Eren from sitting there. Eren was about to protest, but Carlton chose that moment to notice his existence.

"Eren! It's about time you joined us," he joked. He held out a hand towards the seat next to Levi. "Come, sit."

Eren clenched his jaw and fists, really not wanting to sit next to that asshole. But, since he didn't want to make a scene, he reluctantly forced himself to walk over to Levi and sit next to him. He knew without even having to look at Levi that the Voclain heir was smirking, even if it was just the tiniest bit.

"So, Eren, how do you like our home?" Carlton questioned, the ever-present smile on his face.

It was too big. It was too fancy. There was too much décor. The bedrooms were unnaturally large. There was way too much marble. One of the occupants is a complete and totally asshole-douchebag of the highest degree.

"It's nice."

"Wow, you're so specific," Levi commented sarcastically. Carlton gave him a slightly chastising glance, but otherwise did nothing to correct his behavior. Envy swelled within Eren. His dad reprimanded him for every little thing he did, always treating him like a child. Levi's dad treated him like an adult. How Eren longed for that freedom.

"I, for one, think you have a lovely home," Grisha complimented. Way to suck up. Eren tuned everything out after that. Everyone else began discussing the mansion, and he couldn't really care less at that point. He rested his head on one of his hands and studied the flowery centerpiece of the table. It was really the most interesting thing in the room, mostly because it was right in front of Eren so he didn't have to exert energy trying to focus on something else. The flowers weren't real, and that kind of disappointed him.

The smell of dinner drifted through the air, making Eren's mouth water. As much as he disliked the house, and certain individuals living in the house, he couldn't deny that the food would probably be fantastic.

Eren was pulled from his thoughts by a nudge to his side, and, after taking in the expectant stares from everyone at the table, realized he'd been asked a question.

"Uh… yes."

There were three different reactions: Carlton chuckled, Grisha might as well have been questioning God why he'd been cursed with such an idiot, and Levi rolled his eyes, probably thinking the same thing as Grisha.

"He asked what your favorite part of the place was," Levi drawled in a patronizing manner.

Eren blushed. "Oh."

Well this was going to be difficult. What was his favorite part of the mansion? Nothing. In fact, he kind of hated the place. Let's see, what was the least detestable part of this horrid place?

A thought came to him, and he smirked on the inside. If Levi was going to hate him, there would be no half-assing it.

"I liked Levi's room."

Carlton laughed, and oh how Eren wished he could join in. But, he could feel the heat of anger emanating from Levi. He almost feared that he'd get burned for a bit.

"You didn't even see his room," Grisha pointed out, less than happy.

"That's true," Eren pouted, feigning disappointment. "I would love to see it, though." Carlton chuckled.

"Ah, well why don't you ask Levi?" Shit. "I'm sure he'd let you see it if you asked politely." Eren gulped, almost too scared to turn to Levi. He did anyway. There was an evil smirk on his face. Damn, for someone who only knew how to smirk and scowl, he sure knew how to add variety.

"Yes, why don't you ask politely?" Levi asked sweetly, putting extra emphasis on 'politely.' A connotation missed by their dads.

Eren was saved by dinner coming through the door. A small buffet of food was set on the table. But, Eren could only recognize a couple of the dishes. As the others began to dig in to the food presented, he held back, still trying to decipher what the dishes he didn't know were.

Levi, upon noticing Eren's distress, proceeded to point out which dish was which. It left Eren confused since the gesture was almost… nice.

"Lamb, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, caramelized pears, artichoke, rolls-"

"I know what they are," Eren snapped. He didn't want Levi's help, nor did he need it.

Levi raised his hands defensively, baffled. Eren glanced over towards their fathers and it appeared that neither of them had noticed the exchanged. The rest of dinner was mostly silent save for Grisha and Carlton's comments to each other here and there. For Eren and Levi, the dinner was spent in awkward silence. Which, in all honesty, was a much better option to Eren than talking to Levi.

When desert came, a rich chocolate raspberry cheesecake that Eren only poked and nibbled at, Carlton explained the rules for the week for both Eren and Levi:

1) Lunches and dinners were to be eaten together. Attending breakfast was not necessary as everyone tended to wake up at different times.

2) They could not spend all day in their rooms.

3) No sleeping in the same bed. (That one wouldn't be a problem. Eren was sure of that).

4) They had to at least attempt to hang out with each other.

There weren't very many rules, and Eren was okay with that. With dessert nearly finished for everyone else at the table, Grisha spoke up.

"Eren, since you seem to be done, why don't you go get your stuff from the car?" Eren nodded, and Grisha tossed him the keys to the car.

"I'll help you," Levi stated curtly. Eren was about to protest, but Levi was already out of his seat and half way to the front door. Damn that guy moved fast.

Eren quietly groaned, and followed after, only Eren took his time. By the time he got outside, Levi was already leaning against the car and looking like he wanted to do more than just help Eren. Levi scowled.

"What is your problem?" Eren faltered on his trip down the porch steps.

"Excuse me?" Levi didn't miss a beat.

"You're not excused. Answer the question," he demanded.

"No." Eren continued towards the car, defiantly. He didn't have to answer shit. Levi narrowed his eyes.

"Do you know what you are to me?" he asked. Eren tried to ignore him and unlocked the car, grabbing his stuff from the back as Levi talked. "You are a shitty brat who's throwing a temper tantrum. It's obvious you don't want to get married, let alone to someone you didn't choose. Here's my advice though." When Eren finally had all of his stuff and shut the door, Levi pulled Eren down a bit by clutching his shirt so they were face to face. "Fucking get over it. There is not a damn thing you or I can do about it. So the sooner you realize that and stop acting like a fucking dick, the sooner we can all be happy and move the fuck on with our lives." Damn, how could such a midget be so intimidating?

Eren shook free of Levi's grasp, glaring straight into Levi's eyes.

"Just because I can't change anything, doesn't mean I'm going to be happy living with you." Turning on his heel, Eren headed for the front door with his stuff, Levi in hot pursuit. He was not going to let Eren have the last say like that. Only they were both stopped on the porch stairs as Grisha and Carlton waltzed out of the mansion.

"Alright, Eren! Got your stuff?" Eren nodded. "Okay, then I guess it's time I head off."

Eren froze.

"What?" What did he mean? His dad couldn't leave! Not with these strangers! "N-No, you can't leave." Eren reached a hand out in a futile attempt to grab hold of his dad in hopes that he wouldn't leave. Instead, Grisha only grabbed the keys from Eren's hands.

"I can't stay. This week isn't for me, it's for you." Of course, Eren knew that. He knew that Grisha would leave at some point. He knew that Grisha probably wouldn't even stay the first night. But that didn't stop Eren from wanting him to stay. He was the only familiar thing Eren had here. He didn't want to be left alone. Grisha gave Eren a pat on the head seeing as the two hadn't hugged since Eren was a child, since Eren found out what it really meant when Grisha talked about the arranged marriage. "I'll see you in a week, alright? Be good." Grisha smiled softly for his son, who was giving him the most pathetic look of abandonment he could.

It broke Grisha's heart. But there was nothing he could do but hope that everything would work out.

And with that, Eren watched as the only connection, the only familiar thing he had, drove away, leaving him standing on a stranger's porch with a suitcase and a backpack. He suddenly felt very alone despite the people standing around him. Gripping the handle of his suitcase harder, he refrained from giving into the urge to run after his father. He kept watching the car drive away even after the brick wall enclosing the area blocked the view of his father.

"Oi, brat. If you keep standing there any longer you'll catch a cold, and if you do, you're not allowed back in this house." Eren wanted to retort, he really did, but any witty or snarky reply he could have thought of had momentarily left with his father. He sighed dejectedly, pulling his suitcase towards the door. He only caught a glimpse of Levi's face, but, from what he saw, he could tell that his lack of response had thrown him off seeing as he wore an expression of confusion. If Eren was feeling slightly less down, he would have felt proud.

"So, I supposed you'd like to go to your room now," Carlton started, a nervous smile on his face. "Shall we show you?" Eren headed for the stairs.

"Up the stairs, to the right, first door on my right."

"Oh! Uh… Alright. I guess you remembered that part." Carlton was awkward. He didn't know how to handle Eren's change of mood. "Good night, then!" he called as Eren reached the top of the stairs. He said nothing back.

Reaching his room, Eren placed his suitcase and backpack next to the end of the bed. Ignoring the strange feeling that was growing even more, he pulled out his pajamas: some sweats and a t-shirt. He changed quickly and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. Eren paused on his journey to the bathroom, though.

That strange feeling was in the bathroom too.

He shook it off, forcing it down as he brushed his teeth. After spitting, Eren caught his reflection in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Same messy hair, same green eyes, same half assed pajamas. The only difference was the setting.

Suddenly, that strange feeling was back, and Eren no longer wanted to be in that bathroom anymore. He left, turning off the light to both the bathroom and the bedroom, and climbed into bed. The darkness of the room only seemed to intensify the feeling Eren had.

For two hours, he tossed and turned, he couldn't get to sleep no matter how hard he tried. That feeling wouldn't go away. And even if the feeling was gone, the bed was surprisingly uncomfortable. He couldn't find a position he found relaxing. The sheets were scratchy, stiff, and seemed to wrap themselves around Eren to immobilize him.

When the clock next to the bed read 1:43am, Eren finally realized what the feeling he had was.

He didn't belong.

The room was foreign to him. This wasn't his home. This wasn't his bed.

Eren kicked the sheets off of him. He started to feel suffocated by them after his realization. The realization had made the feeling grow even stronger. Pulling his knees to his chest, he sat up, huddled on the bed and wanting to cry.

The room seemed to be closing in on him, like the very house knew he didn't belong here and was trying to force him out. And, oh, did he want to leave. Who was he to these people? These people of privilege and class. He was nothing more than a business transaction. Some common article to be used. Sure he came from money. His father was certainly well off, but he had chosen to keep Eren from that world. He never went to a private school. He wasn't raise in the spotlight. He wasn't taught how to act civilized in the polished way everyone else here acted.

Eren ran to the light switch. The dark seemed unbearable now. The light, though blinding him for a moment, kept the closing walls at bay. His gaze drifted to the bed. Would he be able to fall asleep now? Now that he knew what that crushing feeling was?

No. He needed something to comfort him. Something familiar.

Rushing to his backpack, Eren pulled out a notebook. It wasn't old. He'd bought it a couple weeks ago, but it was still something that wasn't from this mansion. The familiarity provided a little more comfort. But even with the added relief, Eren knew he'd never get back to sleep. So, he did the only thing he could do.

He picked one of the pencils he brought and began to write.

Poor baby Eren…

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