I started off Levi's POV last chapter, so I'm going to start with Eren's POV this time.
And just a precaution, there is a very slight girl on girl scene in this chapter…so you have been warned.
What the hell are you doing Eren? Yes, what am I doing?
When Levi came after school to work on his revisions, I assumed that he had a ride home. No one told me that his only ride was provided by his step-sister, who had already left by the time we were done. Mikasa decided to jog three miles home, which gave me full liberty of the car, but buckets of rain had suddenly decided to pour down, and by the time we found and reached the car, Levi and I were soaked to the skin.
The droplets of rain pounded down onto the hood of the car, the sound of Levi's breath puffed in and out slowly, or was it mines? I quickly started the car, the engine roaring to life as I clicked on the heater. Winter time rain was the last thing I wanted to send me home with a cold.
"Mr. Jaeger, do you by any chance have a towel in the car?"
I turned to the adjacent seat, only to see that Levi had already stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing pearly pale skin on top of a lean upper body, his muscles defined yet subtle. Droplets of rain slivered down the adolescent's black locks of hair, trickling along his neck, rib area, then the hem of his pants, which thankfully weren't as soaked.
"Sorry…Usually Mikasa keeps a few clean ones in the back, but she must've taken them out today," I quickly replied as I drove out the parking area, trying not to stare at Levi's half naked figure. How did the kid get so toned in the first place? Senior year's pretty busy, but he can still keep his body lean?
"Anyways, I heard from Pixis that you live outside of the Rose district…so which road to I take from here?"
"You actually keep going until you're at the end of this road, then you make a right on to the next highway…I live in the Sina district."
"Sina? That's nearly an hour from here. Why aren't you going to a high school there? I bet the facilities are a lot better that ours." I directed my eyes to the teen beside me as I came to a red light stop.
"Going to Rose is like a little act of rebellion…If I keep obeying everything that my dad says, I'm going to suffocate," Levi huffed off, turning his face toward the window. There was nothing to see but streetlights that were drummed away by rain.
I started chuckling all of a sudden, "Keeping strong with your rebellious period…that's cute…"
Levi turned away from the window; his eyes were narrowed in displeasure. "What?"
"What do you mean "What"? Would you prefer that I made a Shakespearean reference instead?" With the light still red, I took my hand off the wheel and peeled off my cold, sopping jacket. With my outer cover off, I started to pull my shirt out a bit, but I didn't bother to bare my chest as Levi did.
With the light still red, I turned to look at Levi…
"Hmm? What are you looking at Levi?"
"Teach," Teach? He feels casual enough to use nicknames now? "Why don't you take off your shirt? I bet it's pretty cold in that thing, and besides, it's not like anyone can see you outside of the car…"
I felt blood rush to my face; thank God that my interior lights weren't on. "Anyone outside…so you're basically saying that everyone but you can see me half naked, you pervy brat…"
"Says the teacher that was staring at my naked body just now…"Levi snarkly commented as he kept staring at me, or was he staring at my shoulder? Damn it, was the design showing through the shirt?
"Naked…you have your pants on… don't use full expressions on me when you can't." I tried to push his snide little comment away. Was this kid trying to get fucked or something?
"Would you prefer that I actually got naked right now?" The brat started the glide his hands down his chest towards his belt buckle, which glimmered slightly in the streetlight. Oh God my face was burning like crazy. I quickly wedged my face between my two arms which were on the wheel, one out of irritation from this brat's advances; the other was to use the wheel to knock some sense into my brain. He's a fucking high schooler, Kontrolliere dich (control yourself) Eren!
"Please don't strip here. I don't feel like going to jail yet." I quickly looked up to see that the light was finally green; my dilemma was at last over…
(POV change to third person.)
"Mister Rivaille…you're LATE!"
"FUCK!"
The maids had just invited Eren and Levi in to shelter from the rain, and next thing that came for them (or rather, for Levi) was a man with a mustache who slung Levi over his shoulder as if the black haired teen was a ragdoll.
"Mike! Get your fucking hands off of me! How many times a day does the staff of this fucking house have to carry me?!" Levi twisted and heaved on the man's shoulder, the adolescent's elbows hammering down on his captor's nape and back as his knees ground into the man's chest. But Mike didn't seem to mind Levi's futile attacks; rather, he seemed to enjoy it as much as a child liked to dangle rats from their tails.
Eren watched in silence as he watched his student get carried away, laughing a bit at the sight of the struggle.
"Mr. Jaeger, if you would please come this way so you can change out of those wet clothing…"Eren turned to face a middle aged lady with streaked gray hair, her maid uniform long and crisp on her tough figure. Her hand gestured to a dark wood door embellished with brass, a long line of maids copying her actions.
Obviously unacquainted with the sudden treatment, Eren laughed nervous, "I really appreciate the thought, but I believe I shouldn't impose anymore on this family's schedule-"
The gray maid smiled lightly, her wrinkled eye squeezed into visibility, "Oh no sir, it's Master Rivaille and Miss Hanji who imposed such trouble onto you…Please sir, we insist." Her eyes suddenly hardened into flat and sharp eyes that pierced Eren's round green irises. Eren gulped nervously as he silently wondered, "How do they already know my name?"
In the incredibly contemporary bathroom, Eren peeled off his shirt, which was literally plastered into his wet figure. His dark gray pants were dropped onto the ground along with its light brown flannel boxers. Eren then nervously closed himself off into the shower room, not wanting to look at his figure any longer than he had to.
In such a grand house, one would expect every inch of the house to be embellished with marble and gold. But that wasn't the Ackermann style. Due to the previous owner's taste, parts of the house with its brass moldings, marble sculpting and crystal chandeliers remained. The rest of the house was received no mercy from renovation. New bathrooms received black tiles or dark enamel, gold faucets were switched to chrome, and glass mirrors were everywhere. Old and aged marble floorings in the main hall were hacked off and dark wood went in its place, along with modern patterned rugs to mellow things out. The old Romanesque busts and statues were replaced with tall white ceramic sculptures that were too abstract to be described as anything. The feeling the interior of the house gave off was unique, but it sure as hell wasn't homey.
Warmed to the bone from his shower, Eren exited the glass shower stall to find his clothing gone, only to be replaced with a crisp white shirt with black pants and socks. Even his underwear was replaced with a pair of blue boxer briefs.
Fully dressed and slightly disturbed, Eren stepped out of the shower room only for a maid with side bangs and a wavy low ponytail to be standing in front of him.
"As we wait for your clothing to dry out, allow me to lead you to the third study," the maid said professionally, guiding Eren to a room on the second floor. With the contemporary style of the house came the interesting design of the maid uniforms. Unlike the usual black and white frilled skirt with a lot of unnecessary "poof", the maids wore simple yet sleek black pants with a pair of shiny, black, one inch heels. On top of a white blouse was a neutral brown blazer that ended right at the rib cage. Talk about unconventional.
Eren then entered another room, and on a creamy square sofa sat the maid who "insisted" that he should take a shower. Only now did Eren notice that this maid's blazer came down to her hips, possibly indicating some kind of authority.
"Ah, did you enjoy your shower?"
"Quite a bit, now may I ask why my clothing were taken away to keep me here?" Eren asked as he took a seat at the opposite sofa, ignoring the cup of tea that was placed in front of him.
"I'd only like to ask about our young master's progress at school, since we haven't been receiving any letters from the school," the head maid continued to slowly sip at her tea. "You being his friend should know of his condition, unless you were forced by our master to offer him a ride, which I will apologize deeply for right now."
Eren sighed lightly, "I think you're a bit confused. I'm not exactly Levi's friend, but his new English teacher; I was newly posted less than a week ago." His response made Martha look up from her tea as she slowly set it down, the tea cup and plate barely making a sound as they landed on the glass coffee table.
"And yet he's willing to have your drive him home when you've only been acquainted for less than a week? Well, I guess I can understand. You do match Mr. Rivaille's preferences quite well."
Eren's eyes went slightly wide with confusion, "I'm sorry, but what? Levi's preferences-"
"Please do not address Mr. Rivaille as such. In this house, he will be called by his given name," Martha glared at Eren, her arrowhead eyes ready to be shot into Eren's green targets. Eren frowned right back as he crossed his arms, his round eyes sharpened into green leaf-like shapes.
"Levi is one of my students. I give my students the same level of treatment and respect as I would ask for myself. If he prefers a different name, I will respect his choice and call him so. In my book, I don't believe in over the top restrictions."
Lynne, the maid who had led Eren to Martha, was trying her best not to look too nervous. Never before has anyone been so straight forward in the Ackermann house, and never has any outsider stood at equal ground with Martha at a verbal contest.
Suddenly, Martha smiled warmly and giggled away, sipping her tea delightfully. "My my, Levi sure has an interesting teacher this year. If only every single teacher in the school was as bold as you…don't you agree Lynne?" Lynne nodded quickly in the background, "Certainly Martha." This left Eren to relax his posture and finally taste the tea in front of him, which he pleasantly sipped.
"Mr. Jaeger, would you appreciate a small tour of this house from Lynne? I personally feel that this residence is more suited as a museum than a living space," Martha offered as Lynne came over to collect her tea cup.
"I think I'll take up on your offer as I wait for my clothing to dry, Frau Martha," Eren replied, the vowels elegantly rolling off the tip of his tongue as he followed Lynne out of the room.
When the room was empty of any other presence, Martha chuckled a bit to herself, "Fräu Martha…so he's of a German descent. So polite and gentle, yet firm. Master Levi, you'd better keep a tight grasp on this one. You'll probably never find someone like him in another 2000 years from now."
"Get up you baby squirrel! You're not going to grow any taller if you just lay on the ground like road-kill."
Right after arriving home, Levi was forced to change from his drenched clothing to a pair of athletic pants and a black shirt. And right after that was two hours of sparring practice with Mike Zacharius, his long time self-defense (sparring) teacher. At the moment, Mike just caught Levi an ankle grab and had flung him across the room, beating the last bits of breath out of the teenager.
"Shut….the…fuck…up…you…stupid tracking…hound." Levi heaved himself up, and then he leapt toward Mike, twisting in midair to land a blinding fast kick to his instructors head. Well aware of Levi's fighting habits, Mike quickly raised both of arms to block the blow. In a few years of fighting practice, Levi was able to deliver bone splitting kicks to Mike's forearms. After too many broken arms and casts, Mike decided to invest in some very protecting arm guards.
Impacts to Mike's arm guards echoed throughout the training room, along with the sound of the flipped pages of Hanji's book. Hanji was sitting on the sidelines reading another book about the wonders and curses of the human mind, not looking one bit out of place as her step brother grunted and tumbled away in the center of the room.
On the next floor, Lynne and Eren starred through a large viewing window down on the sparring room.
Eren viewed Levi's practice in awe, "Does Levi want to enter the professional fighting world in the future? From my own experience, he could probably fight off an entire crowd of people if he can spar like that."
Lynne looked around nervously, and then she pulled Eren down to her height, "Listen here, I shouldn't be saying this to an outsider. But since Madame Martha entrusted the young master to you-"
Eren instantly looked at the alert maid, "Entrusted? I think your words are a bit too deep-"
Lynne shushed Eren back up, "Anyway. Due to the scale and importance of Master Ackermann's job, the Ackermann family has a lot of enemies, domestically and internationally. The first time young master was kidnapped was when he was at the age of 6. From then on, there would be a kidnapping every two years or so, no matter how careful we were. Master Ackermann decided that the young master should learn to protect himself after the third kidnapping, so he hired the mustached instructor down there. However, our young master still occasionally gets taken away. When he had just turned 17, we found him months later on an abandoned factory in Northern Russia!"
"Stopp! Seventeen, then that means he was kidnapped less than a year ago!" Eren exclaimed, and then quickly silenced himself at Lynne's glare.
"Exactly Monsieur Jaeger, did you not notice that young master is attending some classes in the senior year that he does not need to take? For example, physical education. He's making up all the classes he couldn't find time to recover during his junior times. He was surprisingly able to get a college scholarship during his period after kidnapping, but he's still struggling with the subjects he hates most."
Eren looked down at Levi during his sparring practice, finding disbelief from Lynne's words. How in the world could people have the guts to kidnap him? His eyes were sometimes intimidating enough, but people should know their place by the time Levi lands a hit. Unless…
Lynne led Eren away from the viewing zone to the stairwell, where they made their way back to the main floor. Once they arrived, Lynne handed Eren back his car keys.
"Please look after the young master…even if he is a bit of a troublesome child." And with that, the house maid left Eren in a room with his freshly cleaned clothing.
But before Lynne stepped out of the room, Eren called out, "Haben Sie einen Moment (wait a moment), Fräulein Lynne." The housemaid turned around to Eren, who had grabbed her hand. The soft and warm surface of the beautiful man's skin on Lynne's wrist set her ears on fire.
"Your hair tie came undone just now," Eren gently commented, placing the brown band in the maids hands, "and I will continue to look after Levi from here on out," he ended gently, sending the flustered housemaid away with a prizewinning smile.
"Are you okay Lynne? Your face is all red…" a tall, masculine woman with a set of thin eyes and freckles asked apathetically as she grabbed a glass of water.
"Why does every single one of young master's visitors have to be so charming? Damn it, and his age even makes him right in my strike zone!" Lynne moaned into her hands, her face red like a burning hot plate. The gorgeous brunet's words echoed in the blushing maids head, "Fräulein Lynne….."
"Talk about it Lynne…" a blond beauty with sparkling sky blue eyes dreamily looked at the roof of the massive kitchen, her face bright and flushed like a red apple. The freckled maid suddenly slammed her glass on the countertop and made her way to the blushing golden haired maid.
"What is it about that green eyed man that made you like this too, Krista?"
Lynne couldn't take any more as she kept her face buried in her hands; Krista's face had started to steam, "Madame Martha told me to switch his clothing in the shower room. I didn't intend to look, but mirrors are everywhere in that bathroom. Because the glass shower door hadn't fogged over yet, I saw his...Ymir; don't look at me like that!"
"Krista, you little slut…You've got me every night, and now you want another plaything to join us?"Ymir hugged the little maid into her flat bosom, leaving Lynne to look at their strange intimacy.
"Do you think I have a chance Ymir? I've never met someone so polite to me before." Lynne stared at her lesbian coworker, her eyes hazed and cheeks flushed. In her hand, she still gripped the hair band that Eren had earlier returned to her.
""Why not give it a shot" is what I would usually say, but I heard from Martha that Rivaille's got his eye on the pretty thing, so you'd better give up." Ymir then grinned at an idea as she gripped Krista's breast beneath her blazer, making the little maid squeak. "Or…you could give up being straight and indulge in Krista with me, since she's been a bit excessive for the past few weeks."
Completely turned off, Lynne groaned as she leaned back on her chair, her face to the ceiling, "Basically Ymir, you're saying that if I were to compete with the young master, I'd lose by a very wide margin."
"What's this about losing to me by a wide margin?"
Lynne would've fell back on herself if she didn't grab the table's ledge to pull her back. Krista tried to squirm out of Ymir's hold, but her captor only continued to gently rub her chest, leaving the blond no desire to move as she silently moaned into her partner's shoulder. Levi had silently glided into the kitchen, his t-shirt soaked with sweat and his face dripping with it in the fluorescent light of the kitchen. He made his way to another countertop, where I pulled a cup of coffee ice cream out of a freezer.
Before he left, Levi turned a hard eye to the three maids at their resting position, "Ymir, Ne moleste pas Krista dans la cuisine; Obtenis une salle! Et Lynne; Mets mon dîner dans ma chambre; je n'ai pas envie prendre le dîner avec le père ce soir."
And with that, the teenager left the kitchen, leaving Lynne like a mouse that had nowhere to escape.
"Oh shit, what-do-I-do-what-do-I-do-what-do-I-DO?!"
"Lynne, you'll be fine! Right Ymir?"
"Lynne girl, you're fucked…literally."
"YMIR!"
How's that people? Wasn't that a fast chapter?
I'm trying to get things done before Christmas, since that's Levi's birthday, so I guess you can expect fast updates.
Because of Ymir and Krista, expect a few yuri-scenes…
And since I take French at school, I wanted to put my three years of studies to good use.
The misspelling in "stop" was intentional, since that's how you spell "stop" in German
The translation:
-Ymir, Do not molest Krista in the kitchen; get a room. And Lynne, put my dinner in my room; I don't feel like eating with dad tonight.
If you were wondering about Eren's "design", that's something for another chapter.
As usual, reviews and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated
-Chikane Michiru