A/N: Hello, little stars! Your decision is STILL AVAIBLE. I hope knowing the final turn won't spoil the fun for you as unexpected things are going to happen :D! I want to thank eeeeeverybody who reads this fanfiction, reviews it and/or favs it! You are the ones who keep me going and encourage me to write! If you find any errors please let me know.


'Has he just.. spared my life? Why?' were the questions which plagued the young boy.

Levi studied him thoroughly. From his head to his toes Eren was a visual shock. Skinny.. bloody.. dirty.. sickly. The German's eyes stopped wandering, focusing only on the two emerald gems. He was just so beautiful. For the first time in a long while Levi had a pleasant feeling in his chest and to him this was like an escape from the grey reality. He was afraid to lose his composure over these emotions though, so he tried not to give in so much, ..yet.

"I hope you won't waste the gift of life I just gave you", said Levi looking down and turning around to leave.

Eren really wanted to show gratitude, but no words would come out. He was so overwhelmed by a strange similar feeling. 'I owe that man my life...'

Levi exited the building into the cold snow storm, his breath turning into steam thinking endlessly about this jewish boy. 'These people are the enemies of my country. They are thieves. They are inferior. And that person.. is a male.. just like me..'. He couldn't figure out why he was feeling the way he did. The more he thought, the more warmth spread into his body to the point he couldn't feel the freezing temperature anymore.

Eren was abandoned on the hard wood floor doomed to remain there. He tried to push himself up but his arms weren't strong enough and his legs were too numb, possibly having little frostbites. He started crawling to the bedroom but his power left him in the hallway.

Suddently he started feeling hot and breathing became harder for him. Taking deep breaths to fill his lungs, his vision started to get blurry again. He tried to fight this, knowing that he may not wake up after he closes his eyes one time too long. Unfortunately he wasn't strong enough to beat it, fainting slowly and letting himself be devoured by fever.

Darkness swirled in his eyes, delusion embracing him like a loving mother, caressing his forehead with its soft hands of dreams. Eren smiled and felt like he was floating in the void and positioned himself into a fetal position.

"Ereen!", a female voice was heard from distance. "Ereeeen!", a second female voice came.

"M-mother? Mikasa?", asked Eren with great confusion.

Carla came out of nowhere and hugged her son, his sister appearing too, joining the hug lovingly. The boy returned their hugs with all might and affection he had radiating pure joy.

Eren felt the hug breaking so he opened his eyes. He saw his mother and sister being taken away from him by the Nazi soldiers.

"Nooooo!", he yelled completly enraged at the sight, "Not agaaaaaaiiin!"

Carla kicked the soldier who was holding Mikasa freeing her, but that resuled in her being brutally beaten while the girl went to protect her brother.

"Run! Run and don't look back! Please, just go away! Stay alive!", Carla screamed hysterically.

Mikasa grabbed Eren tightly by the arm and ran for a cover. They had no place to hide, it was an open zone with massive piles of bricks and rocks from destroyed barricades.

Eren stopped running, sorrow and agony filling his heart. He felt hot tears streaming out his eyes as he broke into a woeful cry.

"Moooooooom!", he screeched falling on his knees.

A group of soldiers heard the cry and turned their heads towards the children. Then she grabbed his brother by the collar and slapped him.

"Shut up, idiot! They heard you and now they're coming for us!", yelled Mikasa who was also tearing up.

Eren quickly opened his eyes widely breathing hard and scanning the area. He was no longer on the floor in the hallway, but rather in a soft bed in the bedroom. He brought a hand to his face to touch it and then looked at his fingers which were now shining with his tears on them.

'Not again...', the boy thought after being aware that he actually cried in his sleep. Guilt was taking over his whole existence as he thought he was responsible for both his mother's and his sister's deaths.

'It should have been me', Eren kept thinking. He eventually decided to snap out of this demonic train of thoughts and come back to reality.

He noticed that he was dressed in a german uniform, which kept him warmer and he was also covered by a thick dusty blanket up to his shoulders. He turned his head to the right where he noticed on the nightstand half a loaf of bread and half a cup of jam. Above his head was a tiny ball of snow which was probably bigger but melted as it reduced the boy's fever.

'What..?', asked Eren questioning that this reality was indeed reality.

He uncovered himself to check his wound. When he moved his leg closer to him it hurt bad and started bleeding again through his trousers. When he rolled the trouser leg up to his knee, he revealed a small infection. The skin in that area was red and burning, surrounding white spots of puss.

'Oh nooo. No, no, no, noo! Will this be the death of me?', worried the boy who had finally decided to live and not waste the opportunities his family and the captain gave him. Guilt rushed through his veins again thinking how stupid he could be to not pay attention and get shot and then putting on some random cloth over the lesion causing infection.

The door opened and Eren fearfully turned to see who was there. It was Levi with a bottle of alcohol and clean bandages.

"Stupid brat, making me steal for him and putting my life in danger. What if they find out what I'm doing?", the captain murmured not noticing that the boy woke up.

At those words Eren's eyes saddened greatly shining with fresh tears. 'Another person is putting their life at risk to save my own..'

"Ahh, you're awake, my dirty little secret", Levi purred.

Eren gulped when he heard that naughty tone in commander's voice and distanced himself a little when he saw him sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Are you still afraid of me? Is it not obvious I want you alive?", the captain smirked while caressing the jew's face with his fingertips.

'I know what he wants from me'


A/N: This is the last neutral chapter before I apply an actual flavor to the story. Regardless of how it turns out I hope you will still be reading my fanfiction, I promise you it's worth it! Dont forget to fav/review/follow! :D