So I decided to do two chapters in one day, because I'm enjoying the attention this story is getting. :)
Anyway, this probably won't be the last time I do two chapters in one day. I tend to do this occasionally.
I'd also like to do a shoutout to QueenOfDarkHearts. Congratulations for predicting what is going to happen next! Your reward...OK, let me think...
Anyway, while I'm thinking of that, you guys go ahead and enjoy the chapter!
PS, Christa is the same age as Armin. Fifteen.
It was a few days after the...incident. And Armin was now selecting a T-shirt from the wardrobe. He bit his lip, and selected a white shirt with The Beetles printed on it. He took off his pajama shirt, and replaced it with the one he had just selected. Christa slowly appeared behind him, and blushed when she saw his naked back. She shifted, not knowing whether or not she should leave. Armin had not noticed her yet, and was now putting on some pants. Christa silently chuckled when she saw his Superman boxers. Slowly she began to back away, but right then Armin turned around. His eyes widened when he saw Christa standing only ten feet away from him.
"C-Christa," he stuttered. He began to blush, and quickly buttoned up his pants. "What are you doing here?" Christa gave him her signature smile. (Head tilted slightly to the left, cute dimples, and eyes closed. Pretty much your typical anime smile.)
"I was just checking up on you, Master," she told him. Then she tilted her head, confused. "Why are you spending this much time getting dressed?" Armin sighed, and pointed at the red backpack that was propped against the wall.
"First day at a new school," he muttered. Christa nodded, and grinned.
"Can I come with you?" She asked. Armin's head shot up in surprise. He folded his hands together.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Christa," he said. He noticed the ghost girl's downtrodden face, and he sighed. "I'm sorry Christa, but I don't think it's a good idea. I mean, how am I going to explain you to people? I can't bring you along." Christa thought for a moment, and smirked.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Master," she said, poking his ribs. Armin flinched away. Christa giggled, and grabbed ahold of his hands. "You have no choice but to bring me along. I'm bound to you forever, remember?" She smiled gently at him. "Wherever you go, I shall follow," she murmured softly. Armin felt a small blush forming, but he shook his head.
"Fine." He grumbled. Christa let out a victory cry, and wrapped her arms around Armin in a tight hug. Armin hissed through his teeth. Somehow, he was still not used to Christa's cold touch. He slowly wriggled out of her grasp, and sighed. "Just, stay out of the way, alright?" He told her, not really aware of the slight harshness he put into his tone. Christa noticed, however, and bit her lip (A habit she had developed from Armin). She quickly returned to her optomistic self, and nodded.
"OK, Master." She said happily. Armin nodded, and grabbed the backpack. He shouldered it, and opened the door. After he was gone, Christa lingered a bit. She glanced down, and sighed. She bit her lip again, and vanished.
Armin made his way downstairs, and sat down at the dinner table, and waited for his grandfather to get out of the bathroom. Then he took a quick glanced around. Seeing how nobody was around, he zipped open his backpack, and pulled out the diary. He leaned back against the chair, and flipped it open to the next page. He glanced around one more time, before turning his attention to the words scibbled onto the page.
Dear Diary,
So I saw Reiner again today, although I have no idea what he was doing. I was taking a walk through the forest, when suddenly I saw him walking away just a few yards away from me. He was carrying a rather heavy looking bag over his shoulders, and I could hear his panting. I considered asking him what he was doing, but I decided not to. He seemed so...secretive.
I began to walk away, only to bump into Bertholt. I asked him what Reiner was doing, but Bertholt wouldn't answer. He just kept on glancing around as if something was going to jump out and attack us. Then he looked at me with serious eyes, and he grabbed my shoulders. Then he leaned in close and said, and I quote,
"Some secrets should remain hidden, Christa. Be careful which ones you seek out."
Then he left to go find Reiner, leaving me to myself. Of course, I was greatly confused by this. What did he mean? I briefly wondered if they were in some evil cult, but I shook that thought away.
But on the lighter side, I asked Petra to take me to church. There she introduced me to her husband, Auruo. He's a really grumpy person, and he seems like he was nervous to go to church. Petra told me it was because he had a habit of swearing a lot. Anyway, when we got to church, I met Pastor Nick. He seemed to take a liking to me, and he asked me if I wanted to be saved. So I said yes, and now I'm finally a christian!
Anyway, I have to go now. I'll write more tomorrow.
-Christa
Right as he finished, Armin's grandfather walked in, smiling. Armin quickly dropped the diary in his backpack, and tilted his head. He shook his head, sighing. "Grandpa," he muttered. "You are the only person I know that drinks his coffee while he's in the toilet." His grandfather glanced at the mug in his hand, and shrugged.
"So I do." the old man muttered. Then he chuckled. "Oh well. You ready for school, Armin?" Armin nodded, and grabbed his backpack. The two walked outside, and hopped into the old mustang. Armin's grandfather put the keys into the ignition. The engine stalled for a few moments, before roaring with life. Armin's grandfather smirked with satisfaction "Ain't dead yet." He muttered. Then he pulled out of the driveway, and began to drive down the road. The trip was silent for a few moments, but then the old man turned to his grandson. "You know something, Armin?" He asked. Armin turned to his grandfather, and the old man continued. "You remind me of your mother." Armin's eyes widened. They never really spoke about Armin's parents, so this was a surprise to him. His grandfather smiled gently, and patted the blonde's knee. Then he continued driving. Then a smirk came across the old one's face, and he pulled out a cassette. He placed it in, and pressed play. Armin felt tears come to his eyes when he realized what song was playing.
Puff the Magic Dragon.
Armin tried his best not to cry. No luck. His grandfather chuckled, and shook his head.
...
When they reached the school, Armin opened the car door. He stopped when he heard his grandfather's voice. He turned around, and tilted his head. Armin's grandfather smiled. "Good luck, OK Armin." He said. Armin nodded. Then he walked towards the building, closing the car door behind him.
Armin glanced at the school sign, which proudly read "Shinganshina High School." Armin sighed, and shouldered his backpack. He took a deep breath, but was interupted by a familar voice, "Master, are you OK?" Christa asked, appearing behind the blonde boy. Armin sighed. 'You know what,' he thought to himself. 'I'm not even surprised anymore.' He turned around, and faced his servant.
"Everything's alright Christa," he told her. "I'm just a little nervous, that's all." Christa nodded, and tilted her head.
"Do you want me to go, Master?" She asked. Armin hesitated, but nodded. Christa bit her lip. Then she leaned in, and gave a small yet gentle kiss on his cheek. "Good luck, Master." Then she vanished. Armin stared at the spot where she once stood, a little bit shocked. He finally shook his head, and walked into the building.
When he walked inside, he immediately saw chaos. OK, maybe that was an overstatement, but Armin was never the best at making friends. He could already tell that everyone had their little groups. He gulped, and began to search for the office. He soon found it, and stepped inside. The secretary was busy typing something on the computer. Her name plate on her desk read, "Rico Brzenska."
Armin cleared his throat, and the secretary glanced up. Armin awkwardly waved. "Hi, I'm the new student, Armin Arlert." He introduced. The secretary nodded, and handed him a sheet of paper.
"There's your schedule and locker combination." She said. Armin nodded, and walked out. He glanced at his locker number. 104. Armin bit his lip, and walked through the halls, pushing past people as he did so. He finally reached the locker, and glanced at the combination. 4-6-13. Armin sighed, and opened the locker. He put his stuff in it, and closed it. He gasped when he saw two people staring at him. He turned his head, and stared at the duo. The first was a girl, who looked Japanese. The second was a boy with brown hair and green eyes.
"May I help you?" He asked politely. The boy chuckled, and shook his head.
"Are you new?" He asked. Armin bit his lip, and nodded. The boy smiled, and extended his hand.
"Then let us be the first to welcome you to the school," he said. "I'm Eren, and that's Mikasa." Armin shook their hands.
"Armin."
Eren smiled, and peeked at Armin's schedule. He nodded his head. "Looks like you have the same class as us." He noted. Armin glanced at the paper, and he froze.
Historry-Hoover, Bertholt
Dun, dun, dun! Anyway, I'm pretty sure you all got the reference that was in the form of his locker number. But can you guess the reference that was in the form of his locker combination? Bet you can't! Whoever guesses it correctly gets a oneshot dedicated to them.
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