The gray interior of the car was far too close to Eren for his own comfort. His eyes shifted nervously upward at the ceiling. He reached up with his left hand and touched it, keeping his palm firmly planted on it for a while. Warm breath rushed past his lips in a tremendous sigh and he let his hand fall back to his lap. Looking out the window at the other cars rushing by gave him little comfort. Then again, how much comfort was he supposed to take from his surroundings when he was, at this very moment, being taken to have his poor, sick head inspected.

He had argued about it with Levi at every chance he got. Levi had finally just tuned him out and Eren quit. The hours until they had to leave went by too quickly and now he found himself pressing his back into his seat, irrationally trying to become one with the car in an attempt to avoid meeting a psychologist. Needless to say, it did not work and they arrived at their destination shortly.

A small woman sat behind a desk and mumbled a greeting without looking up until Levi impatiently tapped on the wood in front of her.

"Do you have an appointment?" she queried.

"Yes. It's supposed to be at 2 PM," he replied sharply.

"Name?"

"Jaegar."

She rifled through stacks of paper for a moment before speaking again, "Mm. Jenny will be out in a moment. Please have a seat in the meantime."

Despite the woman's request, Eren did not sit down. Instead, he paced the floor absentmindedly for the next few minutes. Precisely at 2 PM, a tall, willowy woman came into the waiting room.

"Jaegar?" she inquired, her hand was extended and her white smile flashed at Eren. The boy took it tentatively and she shook his hand with vigor. "Hi, I'm Jenny. Do you want to step back into my office with me?"

When Eren gave a small nod, she smiled in response and motioned for him to follow her. Jenny made small talk with him as they made their way down the hall towards her office. How was he? His first name was Eren, right? The weather was nice. Was the man that brought him his father? Oh, guardian.

Levi waited patiently as the hour slowly ticked by. He learned a lot from a women's magazine about how you shouldn't eat in order to be sexy. A casual eye roll and little concern was given to the magazine as he cast it aside. When the awkward-looking Eren and ridiculously-brightly smiling Jenny reentered the waiting room, Levi stood up, nodded to the woman, and left with Eren trailing behind him. The ride home passed in utter silence.

After they had been home for two or three hours, eating was a necessity for Eren, as his stomach had begun to scream at him. He pried himself off the couch and made his way to the kitchen. A few moments passed until Levi heard an annoyed, "Hey, where are the knives?" from the boy's general direction.

"Had to get rid of them. They're sharp," was his matter-of-fact reply.

"Sharp? What, you're afraid I'm going to try and slit my throat or something?" he said through an angry smirk. Levi said nothing. "How the hell am I supposed to cut stuff without a knife? I can't just tear the fucking skin of a pineapple."

"We don't have a pineapple."

"What if we get a pineapple? How am I supposed to eat it?"

"We won't get a pineapple. They're gross as hell anyway."

"Pineapples are not gross as hell! They're great. You're gross as hell!"

At this small outburst, Levi sauntered into the kitchen. "It's just a pineapple. No need to yell."

"You always say that! 'There's no god damn need to yell, Eren. It doesn't matter, Eren.' Maybe I fucking want to yell at you for once. You're a fucking pain in the ass to live with."

Quietly and slowly, Levi raised his hand level with Eren's eyes, pulled back his middle finger with his thumb, and gave the boy's forehead a hard flick that sounded with a dull clunk. "Here. We don't have pineapple," at this point, he handed an orange to Eren. Eren simply stared at it. "You're hungry. We don't have pineapple." Levi looked from the fruit to the boy and shoved it at him.

It took Eren a moment, but after blinking and shaking his head, he took the orange and set it on the counter next to him. "It's not about the fucking pineapple, Levi. How the hell could it be?" Levi looked on, saying nothing as Eren yelled. "You're not even going to say anything are you? Fuck this. You know what? Fuck you. Fuck this whole world. It's shitty and I wish you hadn't come home when you did a few days ago. If you had just let me die, I would be fine. You would be fine. You wouldn't have to deal with me anymore." With that, he stormed past the shorter man, angrily rubbing his face and hitting his elbow on the wall, but refusing to wince. The door to his room slammed closed behind him and Levi put the orange back where it belonged.

He followed Eren shortly afterward and sat down on the floor with his back against the closed door. "God damn brat," he muttered to himself. He cleared his throat and spoke again, a bit louder this time so Eren could hear, "You're wrong, actually. It wouldn't be fine. I'm going to deal with you for as long as I want to."

Eren's ire and doubt seeped through the door. He wouldn't believe that statement. Not now. Not for a long time.


Sigh. Sorry it took me a while to upload this. You'd think being super depressed would help me to write this story; sadly, it only prevents me from getting off my ass. Anyhoo, angry Eren was such a relief to write. I love angry Eren.