Kimmy sighed, sinking into the water and remerging in a flurry of bubbles and wet hair. Eren was slowly turning redder and redder.

He and Kimmy were in a bath.

It was all wood and steam and smiles (from Kimmy, obviously) and little splashes of water that got in Eren's ears. And he minded. He minded all of it.

He was in a bath. A steamy bath. With a stranger.

A hot guy, a voice in his head stated.

Shut up. Still a stranger.

He cleared his throat. "So, Kimmy."

Kimmy grinned, scooting closer. "Yes~, Eren?"

Eren blushed even further.

Kimmy inhaled softly, slowly. "Mm, Eren?"

"You told me earlier that we're outside the walls-"

"Ah, yes, while you were taking your pants off, as I recall."

"You didn't see anything, did you?" Eren blurted, panicking.

Kimmy smiled slowly. "No, Eren, I'm saving that for later~..."

His neck kept getting hotter and hotter.

"Anyway, if we are, how come there aren't any Titans?"

"Were you hoping for some? I'm afraid you're at least 25000 miles in the wrong direction."

"You seemed like you were expecting me."

"Because I was." He smiled mysteriously.

"Er...how?"

"D'you know Hange Zoe?"

"N-no..."

"She's an inventor. A part of the Recon Corps. She happened to hear your story and told me that this was the perfect chance. Now, she has this teleporter, apparently. A prototype. It uses the same basic principle as Titan regeneration- the ground cuts up on its own and bam, you're inside it. A while later, it 'regenerates' in a place of your choosing, with you inside. It also helped, obviously, that your human form was weak as of then. Genius, that girl."

"'The perfect chance'?"

"Yeah. I'd better tell you, then. You're gonna stay here from now on. I've been fighting Titans since I could walk, not to brag or anything."

"So?"

"So..." he breathed, leaning closer, holding Eren's chin with two fingers and gently caressing his bottom lip, "I'll train you. Doesn't that sound like fun, Eren?" he added huskily.

Definitely a hot guy.

Eren gulped, then found himself nodding involuntarily.

A/N- So we have (apparent) shotacon! Or y'know what, this made me think. How old IS Kimmy? This could be quite a Chekhov's Gun, this last statement, if the answer ever comes up.

Which reminds me, there's an AWESOME Death Note fanfic called... you guessed it right. Chekhov's Gun. I'm gonna put a URL here so you can fully experience its epicness.

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Anyway, see you next chapter!

Lots of Titan-sized hugs, philosophical ramblings, bishies, yaoi and jrock,

The Everlasting Non Sequitur.