Well, it's Monday, and do you know what that means? *Bad drum roll* No, sorry, you don't know, well I'll tell you…..Update! Yes that is correct my brethren, every Monday I will be updating this story, it could be in the morning, noon or night, depending on when my grandfather decides to stop preaching. Anyway, I really did not expect reviews as quickly as they came! I was, honestly, not waiting for some until a few months later. Gee…Thanks a lot guys… (Note the fake sarcasm.) Anyway, here's the next part, chapter 2 as some fancy-wanzy people might call it. –ArtRison28

Chapter 2:

At Night

"Azul, cuando el silencio por fin te bese
azul, sentí muy dentro nacer este amor
azul, hoy miro al cielo y en ti puedo ver
la estrella que siempre soñé…"

"Blue, when in silence I finally kissed you

Blue, I felt from inside this love beginning to grow

Blue, today I look at the sky and in you I can see

The star that I always dreamed for…"

Eren hadn't paid attention to life around him the whole day. He was practically asleep all throughout practice. Breakfast, lunch and dinner were spent napping, or his head dipping into the bowl of hot soup, that later Sasha took and devoured. He was a complete mess, and Mikasa had noticed.

He hadn't even been aware of the punches, and kicks that Jean had been throwing at him in training. By the time it was over and they were heading for the showers, his lip was swollen and bloody, and he had a limp on his right leg. And still, no sign that he felt pain was being shown. Mikasa knew it was his sacrosanct pride that made him not show how much agony he was really in, especially if that agony was caused by Jean.

She walked towards him, wrapping the red scarf around her neck, notwithstanding the heat of the night. Mikasa saw his faraway look, as if deep in thought. His eyebrows were shaped into a frown, and something told her that whatever Eren Jaeger was thinking, it had to be interrupted. It couldn't go further. It was insane and he didn't really need it.

She leaned against the wall where he was resting and waiting for his turn in the shower like the rest of the guys. Mikasa reached for his hand and squeezed.

"Eren," she spoke lightly, her voice flocculent, "Eren, are you okay?" Her brows were scrunched together, disapprovingly.

Instantly, Eren was sucked out of his thoughts by an otherworldly voice that seemed to match the one he had been thinking about the entire day. He looked directly at her. Her. It was her. Solemn eyes met with a pair of intense emerald ones. Eren couldn't and wouldn't speak. He had somehow forgotten to. What the hell was wrong with him? He was EREN JAEGER for the love of God! Eren fucking Titan Shifting Jaeger! The protector and last hope of humanity! Eren 'I'm-going-to-rearrange-your-teeth' Jaeger! And the list could go on.

So, why now? Why was he being tormented by himself with speaking to a girl he had known practically his entire life?

It was screwed up, he thought.

It was messed up that he had her right in front of her, like all the other times, and he wasn't able to move his goddamn lips of form some stupid words.

Say something, he thought, say something or everyone will know. Say something, anything! Mean, complimentary, sweet, but just…open your mouth.

When he did finally respond all that came out was, "Uhhh…duhh." His hand shot up to his mouth, covering it up, his eyes brimming with alarm.

Stupid! He mentally smacked and punched himself, repeating the insult directed to him.

Mikasa knitted her brows, did he just…she shook her head, he's dead tiered, "Eren, seriously, are you okay?" She realized that his alarm disappeared and now he was staring at her strangely, as if she was some kind of cute, cuddly creature. The look he was giving her was almost…a loving one.

He nodded, and then scratched his head, "I'm…okay. Yeah, um, fine."

Mikasa didn't buy it, "You've been completely out of it all day, and you look as if you haven't slept at all…"

He interrupted her, "Remember when we were kids, and we shared a room back home?"

The sudden question took her aback, "Yes…"she responded, "why?" He was being weird, but she wanted to know where this would go.

"Remember…remember it had been almost four months after…you know…that had happened?" he asked. Eren felt her tighten her grip on his hand. He regretted bringing back the memory as soon as he looked at her eyes.

But Mikasa answered, her stoic composure coming back, "Yeah, what about it?"

Eren made sure to stray away from the memory of her parents death, "Well, I remember you crying…"

"Eren," she gasped, wondering how he could remember. Him of all the most unsentimental people, how could he remember the night? A night that, from her point of view, looked to be so far away now. It seemed almost like a dream now, a dream that had threatened to fade away, but came back with full force.

"Mikasa had thought that nothing would make her remember again. But she did. She always did.

She lay in her bed, the one she shared with Eren, whimpering lightly at the terrible memory, the blood; everything of that day just wouldn't leave her alone.

Her eyes that were shut tightly, releasing tears on the pillow, didn't see the candle in the room light up. She felt Eren getting out of bed though, and then there was shuffling around the room as if he were looking for something. She didn't open her eyes, in fear that she would see his angry face staring at her, and then there would be an outburst, causing her to cry even more, making him call her feeble and that she wasn't made for a world like this. It had only happened once, but it had been enough to traumatize her and to make her mind her tears around him.

"Mikasa," she heard him whisper in her ear, "Hey, look."

She peeked slightly at what he held in front of her. It was a picture, not of people though. It was a picture of a vast, golden ocean of dirt. There were perfectly curved hills, no trees or plants could be seen. It was beautiful. The sun radiated with a warm glow that made the hills look warm and comforting.

Mikasa looked at him, asking with her eyes what it was.

Eren smiled. "It's called a desert." He explained, "Armin says that before the titans came to be that people used to live there and they had some kind of name…I don't remember though, it was a weird name. Anyway, these people would cross this thing back and forth for water and food. It was like a trip to the market for them. They would hunt and kill snakes, and then they would cook them and eat them. Sometimes, when the trip went wrong, they would kill these things called camels and eat them, and they would drink the water from their…humps, something like that." He looked at the picture with her, "It's beautiful, right? I'm going to see it one day. Maybe you'll be there."

Mikasa sat up, rubbing at her eyes cleaning the tears from them. Eren was sitting on the edge of the bed, his amber hair tussled all over, and his eyes holding sleepiness. She felt uneasy about having woken him up with her bawling, and she knew that the next day he would bring it upon himself to make her feel bad about it. He would say something along the lines of "Well mom, it's all Mikasa's fault I can't help but sleep at the table; she kept me up ALL night with her crying."

Mikasa opened her mouth, ready to apologize for having woken him up, but he put a hand to her mouth and finger of his lips, "Shh…it's okay…it will always be okay, whenever you need to you can wake me up, any time you need to talk about…IT…just wake me up, alright?" she nodded, the tears forming once again.

He retrieved his hand and looked at the picture once more. Then, he folded the paper, walked to his desk and wrote something in the back. He walked back to her and handed it to her.

It read, in messy schoolboy penmanship: It's okay, it will FOREVER be alright.

With that, he walked to his side of the bed, blew the flame out and lay down. She placed the picture under her pillow and rested her head back on it. She searched for his hand under the covers, when she found it she gripped it, and felt him do the same.

An out of nowhere impulse pushed her, that's what it had felt like at the moment, as if an out of this world being had pushed her to do it, but in her heart Mikasa knew that it had been her all along, it had been her being that made her hold his hand all night, never letting go, and later in the morning finding out that they were still clutched together, never to let go."

Mikasa knew that whatever had prompted this memory to his brain, must have had to do with him not sleeping all night. And she felt bittersweet towards it. One, the bags in his eyes made him look like the Midget Man, cold and unsettling. Two, he couldn't keep up with the rest of the group if he kept missing his all-well-needed sleep.

Eren smiled at her, sensing the mother in her about to break loose on his sorry ass. He wanted to tell her how much he loved that, how much he needed that motherly figure in her. He wanted to speak everything that he had practiced the night before for her to know that he wanted…no, needed her. And he would have, he really would have if Levi hadn't interrupted them.

"Jaeger," the short man placed himself between him and Mikasa, blocking her from his view, "you have dish duty in the morning, so you better not give me any lip when I say," he took a deep breath, his emotionless eyes settling coldly on him, "get your fucking ass to bed, and I don't want to see any of the sloppiness that I saw you make today at training tomorrow, you hear?"

Eren's eyes hardened, the moment with Mikasa already slipping away, "Yes sir, count on it."

Levi nodded and walked away.

Eren was now miffed; all he wanted to do was shower and sleep. Levi would have his ass if he didn't. He turned to Mikasa, her eyes had never left his face, and the worried look was still there. He rolled his eyes, "I'm fine, stop fussing." He let go of her hand, a bit brusquely, and walked to the group of boy who were left now.

Mean. That's all I can ever be to her, huh? He was mentally kicking himself now, Why not a 'hey, Mikasa, thanks for watching over me like you do.' Why does it always have to come out like your some kind of ungrateful prick?

"Hey, Eren, that was some fine dancing you did today," Jean taunted, "Can you teach me to move like that?"

Eren walked to him and smiled, "Gladly," he brought his knee up and it met with Jeans crotch. The other doubled over in pain and didn't even whimper.

Eren lumbered away from him and into the showers, not the least a bit better.

Mikasa hadn't moved at all. Not even when he disappeared into the bathing area. All her mind could process was those words he had written a long time ago. And then, one word plastered itself into her brain, one simple, yet meaningful word: forever.

What would life be without a word like 'forever'? It just wasn't something you spewed out all the time, no. The word had to be said correctly, and it had to contain feeling. You had to pick the precise moment, and you had to have the correct person before you to say the word to. Forever was an infinity, and only two people, who were destined to be with each other, could share a forever.

Eren Jaeger, she thought, trekking the way to her room, what would've my life been without you?

Well, that's the end of this chappie! I hope you all enjoyed it. Sorry for any mistakes, mates. I'm freaking tiered and I don't think it lived up to the first chapter. Anyway, night! May the stars guide you home! -ArtRison28