Trigger warning: Mention of rape.

Chapter 4

Arriving at the prescient Detective Hannes went straight to his desk to look into the 'Eren Jaeger'. The name seemed familiar to him but wasn't sure in what way. Jaeger wasn't a common name, so that narrows down the search. Finding his desktop still on, he quickly begins his search. The tip of his tongue stuck out between his slightly parted lips as he put on his attention at the task at hand. His partner was a couple hours away, lucky bastard got his vacation approved, and the other two detectives from his squad were at the crime scene gathering evidence with forensics.

But something seemed 'off' about his victim – like if she was scripted. He had spoken to the ER doctor and nurse that watched over her and they informed him that it did appear that she was attacked but not in the way she was claiming. No fluids were found on her, no skin under her finger nails, no vaginal tearing, no signs of being tied or being held down, and she had thrown a fit when she saw a photo on her phone of a young teenage couple. The rape kit that they performed on her was getting sent over to them but it would be at least a couple of hours, if not, a few days before they got the results back.

"Anything?" asked his sergeant behind him.

"Serg," greeted as he turned to look at the man. Years on the force and he wasn't sure how this man could still smile like they didn't see crimes like this in their small town. "I was about to search for the kid that our victim said attacked her. Funny thing is, his name seems so familiar, but I don't know". He clicked away on his keyboard and waited for it to load. It was a little nerve wrecking with someone looking over his shoulder but he couldn't exactly tell his boss to leave.

-No result-

He clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"Jaeger?" inquired Sergeant Dot Pixis. Hannes nodded. "It's spelled J-A-E-G-E-R. Jaeger. But his records are sealed because he's a minor." Sgt. Pixis looked away in shame. That was the worst case his team had ever dealt with in his many years on the force. He had just been promoted to sergeant when they receive a call about three missing children and their murdered father.

"Got it," softly cheered Hannes to himself getting a little closer to the screen, "Jaeger, Eren. Born: March 30th. Age: 16. Arrested on today?" Hannes was taken back with the information he discovered. He looked back on to the sergeant.

"The kid has a twin sister and the only thing similar about them is that they look like their mother, but have different eyes, noses, and lip shapes," injected Pixis turning the screen just a bit to read why he was arrested.

"You seem to know them personally," accused Hannes, suspiciously eyeing the older man.

"I took the liberty to visit them when I can just to make sure they are living a full and healthy life after Dr. Jaeger was murdered. He's a genius. Anyway, when and where was he arrested?" Pixis cleared his throat, attempting to clear his mind from the gruesome seen from all those years ago.

"Mitras Shore Side," the blond detective was confused. How could this kid be hours away and get arrested when he sexually assaulted a teenage girl – allegedly.

"Let's go talk to our victim. Have Darlett and Braun contact Shore Side P.D and see if the boy has been released." Both man grabbed their coats and headed over to Petra's house. If the girl lied about her attack she'd be sitting in a holding cell before word got out about her alleged rape.

It was different, they both knew it. It was frantic and exhilarating – very unlike their first time. They were both more vocal than the last time. Eren's wanton cried filled their room, while Levi whispered sweet nothings into his ear, but his grunts and groans echoed his boyfriend's. He felt the sting as Eren clawed his back as his thrust became quicker and uncontrollable. He felt everything pool in his lower abdomen but he wanted Eren to cum first. As best as he possibly could, he reached between them, grasping the brunette's length pumping him in sync with this thrusts. He lent down and captured Eren's lips in a passionate kiss, silencing the moans himself.

He knew he achieved his goal when Eren arched his back, pressing his chest against his - releasing a silent cry as he came. And Levi wasn't far behind. Seeing his boyfriend throw his head back in sinful pleasure, eyes shut, lips parted, and yet hold the look of innocents thanks to the dusty pink blush on his cheeks. Burring himself deep within Eren's tight heat, he came growling 'Mine' in to Eren's ear. He was the only one allowed to do this to them. Only he was allowed to taint such an innocent being.

"Yours," panted Eren as Levi fell collapsed on him, resting his head on the boy's chest – mindful not to crush the slimmer boy with his weight.

Levi wanted to stay like this – as one – as long as possible. But his boyfriend ass was a precious thing and they weren't ready for a second round just yet. He didn't show it, but his heart broke a little when Eren release a small whimper as he pulled out. He rolled to the side and just like their first time together, they looked into each other's eyes – gray meets gold and blue. Wait. Levi moves Eren's bangs out the way and noticed the both his eyes have a hint of green in them.

"You have very beautiful eyes," he whispers. He places his hand on Eren's cheek and gently rubs under his blue eye.

"They do say eyes are the windows to one's soul," replies Eren leaning into the gentle touch of the callous hand. He doesn't want to ask why his hands are rough and knuckles scared – they each have their own demons.

"Then you must have a beautiful soul."

Unintentionally, Eren down casts his eyes. He wants to tell Levi about his past but was hesitant. What if Levi broke up with him? What if Levi thought he was a blood thirsty maniac and break up with him? Way to ruin a relationship, don't cha think?

"I-Ima go shower," he lent in and left a small kiss on his boyfriend's nose, "I'll see you downstairs." Levi felt the mood change and watched his boyfriend quickly get off their bed and limp his way around the room, retreating his clothes before walking out. He watched the boys back as he left and noticed a scar just below his right shoulder and another that went down his left thigh. They were faint but they were there.

Eren scrubbed his skin raw. It wouldn't come off – it didn't matter how hard he scrubbed, it wouldn't come off. It was almost a distant memory but every once in a while he'd see their faces over his, their ratchet breath, their hands on his sisters' bodies, their voice…

He felt the rage build up in his belly. Those men word gone – no longer part of this world and they didn't pay for what they did to his father. With a loud cry he repeatedly punched the shower wall. The tile stained a light red as the water washed it away. He was right handed but always favored his left to inflect damage when his was angry.

"Honey?" came his mother's voice from the other side of the door. "Are you alright?" She seemed worried but of what? It's not like his punched would echo throughout the house.

"Y-yeah, why?" he cleared his throat. His eyes widened when the heard the doorknob click open. He quickly hide his bloody knuckles. Carla pulled open the shower curtain with a crazed look in her eyes. She didn't care that her child was standing half naked in the shower, only using one hand to cover their private area. She didn't see he hickies that littered his neck and upper torso. She didn't see any of that. What she did see were his red puffy eyes, red nose, and a slight pinkish red color that had yet to be washed away. "Mom?!" he shouted.

"Don't you 'Mom' me, Jaeger. Why the hell happened, that Levi looks like you just killed his cat?" Then she saw his arms and legs. Her expression softened. "He said something that triggered it, didn't he?" She reached out to turn off the scolding hot water, releasing a hiss when the water touched her bare arm. "Dry off and get dressed," she ordered, "I'll go look for a first aid kit." She turned around and walked out the bathroom, leaving her child in a rut.

Eren wasn't sure if he had angered his mother or if she was replaying what happened to her father also. He got out the shower and quickly dried off, avoiding his injured hand. He puts on a pair of black boxer briefs and his gray sweats. With his right hand, he grabs his shirt and leaved the bathroom to wait for his mother.

Levi was staring into his mug of black coffee. He wasn't sure what he had said or did, but he was worried. They Eren let out a cry and he didn't know what to do. He was shit – he felt like shit.

"Levi?" he looked up to see his boyfriend's mother standing in the door way to the kitchen with a first aid kit in hand. "Eren needs you right now. This only happens every once in a while. We don't know how it gets triggered. Sometimes a light touch is enough, but don't take it to heart. He'll tell you when he's ready." She motioned for him to grab the kit. He stood from his seat and grabbed it. Carla offered a sincere smile and left to go sit with his uncle. Apparently, everyone else left earlier today.

Taking tentative steps towards the bedroom door, he hears soft sobs. He slowly pushes the door open and is greeted with his boyfriends tear stricken face, bare chest, and bloody knuckles.

"Levi," whatever he had in his hands fell by his feet. He used his right hand to wipe his tears away – ignoring the fallen object.

"Sorry," apologized Levi, "for whatever I said to make you cry. It wasn't my intent." He went to go sit next to the younger teen, opened the kit, and began to treat the wounds. They were silent as Levi disinfected the cuts and slowly bandaged them. He placed a kiss on the on it, but kept in in his own. "You don't have to tell me yet if you don't feel comfortable. But does it have to do with your scars?" Eren nodded. "Okay. Just so you know, I'm always going to be here for you if you need anything."

Eren offered a soft smile and put his uninjured hand on Levi's cheek, "Thank you, but can we like do something. We're at the beach and I really don't want to take a walk down memory lane right now."

Arriving at the home of Austin Ral, Pixis looked around the suspiciously. Last time he had seen Ral was when they questioned him about his relationship with Grisha after his murder. And till this day, he still believes this man was involved with his murder in some way.

After giving two attentive knocks, a disheveled Austin opens the door. His thinning gray hair was going in every direction, his white collared shirt was wrinkled, and his worry lines was much more evident than usual.

"Detective Pixis, to what do I owe this visit?" he looked behind him and up the stair to see if his daughter was anywhere hearing distance.

"We here to ask a couple of questions on the attack your daughter had last night. May we come in?" His usual warm expression was replaced by his poker face.

"What do you mean my daughter was attacked last night?" he was flabbergasted by the news. No one called him to tell him and when he asked his daughter about her cuts, she stomped her way up to her room. He allowed them to enter into his home and signaled them to follow him into his study.

Entering the study, Hannes began to visualize every single thing in it – it was the only locked door only accessible via keypad. His books seemed dusty, photos were turned downwards as if concealing bad memories, the blinds were shut, but several screens threw him off.

"Mr. Ral, may I ask why you have so many screens set up?" He shot his Sargent a knowing look.

"It's the security system I had installed a few years back after they had broken into my office. I get live feeds, and-" he pulled open the todays recordings and Hannes and Pixis were amazed. Not only did he get his office building's security but also his homes. "What's this about my daughter getting attacked last night? She arrived home this morning and locked herself up in her room. She ignored me when I called her name."

"Mr. Ral, we received a 911 call last night from your daughter's cell phone. She claimed that she was attacked last night but we received notice that the man she accused was in police custody at the time of the alleged attack. We just want to ask her a few questions. Just to be sure she gave us the correct name," answered Pixis, staring down the man before him.

"Name," Austin let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Eren Jaeger," replied Hannes.

Austin's face paled at the name. He warned her about the Jaeger Family. If the boss found out what she did, there is no telling what he will order.

"Mr. Ral, are you alright?" asked Hannes, taking a tentative step forward.

"She lied," he blurted out, "She's probably still mad at him that Mr. Ackerman's nephew chose him over her. Apperently, she's been bullying the boy and things got physical at the beginning of the week, when she sent some of her friends to beat the boy for being gay." After the cloaked figure had left to speak with Principle Zackly and was told what had happened. But he wouldn't tell them about the Scouts. "I know my daughter. If she doesn't get her way, she'll do whatever she can to make things about her and get what she wants. I'm sure that accusing him was for Levi to break up with Eren Jaeger. I also monitor her internet use and noticed that she stalks both boys."

The detectives shared a confused look with each other. "We'd like to see last night's surveillance video, Mr. Ral," injected Hannes.

They watched the entire video, beginning from when Ral left his home until Petra retuned, and in the entire video Eren Jaeger was not see. Austin escorts them up to his daughter's room and they find her sitting before her dresser mirror, her hair short, with fabric scissors in her hand, and her ginger lock decorated the floor below her feet. Her eyes were void of emotion as she continued to cut her hair. They weren't sure if she saw them and just decided to ignore them or didn't see them.

"Petra, what did you do?" asked her father, hesitantly taking a few steps into her room.

"You wouldn't help me make Levi love me, so I did the only thing I could to make sure that freak was out of Levi's life forever," her voice seemed detached. She put down her scissor and grabbed her tablet, enlarging the photo of Eren to see if she had gotten the length right. "Shit, I bought the wrong color." She drummed her fingers against the top of her dresses, thinking on her next move.

"You think accusing an innocent man of rape is okay? This will ruin his life, Petra!" he scolded at her. He was taken back by the anger he saw in her eyes when they met his through the mirror.

"He ruined my life when I saw him fucking Levi. After I had told him that Levi was mine!" she shouted through clenched teeth, "I did what I had to, to remove him from our life!"

"Petra Ral, you are under arrest," Pixis and Hannes enter the room and walk to Petra, Hannes with his cuffs in hand. They should have known. Petra lets out a snarl when she stands up with scissors in hand, and charged at the officers.

On instinct, Hannes grabbed his weapon and shot her in the wrist – causing her to drop the scissors.

As they walked around on the pier once more, Levi walked behind Eren with his arms wrapped around the boy's waist and his chin resting on the top of his head. They receive a few dirty looks from some people but they would quickly look away when they saw they were caught looking by Levi, Carla, or Kenny.

They had just reached the ice cream parlor their friends and families were at when Carla's phone rang. Both she and Kenny stayed outside to see what it was about. Shrugging the two teens walking in and went straight to see what they want – luckily, who ever owned the place had a small selection on frozen yogurts. The employee handed them each their order, once scoop of vanilla ice cream in a cup for Levi and Eren's cup was filled to the brim of cheese cake flavored frozen yogurt. Levi took his ice cream without topping while Eren filled him with gummy worms, chocolate sprinkles, nuts, and berries. They took their seats with their friends and chatted about miscellaneous things.

For the first time since they met, Levi noticed that Hanji wasn't wearing her watch or her 'I heart Paris' bracelet – what he wasn't expecting the faint rope burn scars on her wrists. But he didn't comment though, if no one noticed then he wouldn't make it awkward for them.

When Carla and Kenny came in, their earlier mood was gone. Kenny was quiet while Carla checked her phone every few minutes.

"Dad," Mikasa called her uncle, "do you want some?" she offered him some of her frozen yogurt but the older man was in his own world. "Dad?" She had begun calling him dad when she was about ten. At first he had told her that that name was only for her father - his brother - but she had told him that even though she loves her dad very much, it would make him happy if she call him dad. Kenny didn't know what to answer but found it cute. He was basically her adoptive father now, so why the hell not.

"I'm sorry 'Kasa, what? Oh, thank you," he offered a pseudo-smile and took a spoonful of the icy goodness. "Mmm, what flavor is it?" It was white but it wasn't the cheese cake flavor one she usually gets.

"I can't pronounce it but it starts with an H. Hor-something." She took a spoonful herself, humming in satisfaction.

"Horchata," laughed Jean, sharing his with Eren, "It's a cinnamon rice milk. It's one of the three most typical 'aguas frescas' in Mexico and Guatemala, along with 'agua de tamarindo' or tamarind water, and 'agua de jamica' or hibiscus water."

"I thought you were French?" laughed Farlan as he mooched off of Isabel's ice cream.

"That doesn't mean that we can learn about other cultures," Jean rolled his eyes and set his cup down. "As you'll might know, Uncle Grisha was of German decent, Marco's dad is Italian, and our grandparents are from France, so I took the liberty of learning about different cultures and what not," he nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Anyways, I-"

"Holy shit," Armin's surprised voice interrupted Jean. Everyone looked at him, urging him to continue. "Petra has been arrested," he looked up and everyone had the same expression on their face – shock. "She apparently, attacked the two S.P.D. detectives that were handling her alleged rape case," he looked back down on his phone and began to read what the article said. "'Petra Ral, daughter of Austin Ral, owner of Ral's Enterprises, was arrested earlier this morning when she attacked the two officers that were handling her case. Sargent Dot Pixis and Detective Hannes,' huh, they gave no last name, whateves. 'A frantic 911 call was made from Ral herself stating that she had been attacked but when they discovered it was a hoax she attacked'. Damn, who would have thought?" he looked up at all of them.

"Well," began his mother, her brows raised in curiosity, "it's a good thing you aren't friends with her. If she is capable of lying to the police and then attacking them, imagine what she would do to you."

Carla let out a sigh of relief. When one of her informants within the prescient call and told her about the alleged rape, she saw red. And when they told her that there was proof that her son was nowhere near the crime scene, they would try and get her to say the truth – one way or the other.

Maybe her contacted still didn't know about her arrest.

Sorry it's kind of short. but let me know what ya think.

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