So, let me share something with you. I hate Christmas (go ahead and throw your stones). Ever since mom-... yeah, I've never gone home to for Christmas. Mikasa went by herself this year because Dad said he'd be home, but not me. Nope.

Dad'll probably send me some small trinket or pen or notebooks or something, to make it seems like he actually gives a shit about me at Christmas (or any other god-fucking-damn time). Mikasa will probably get me something too, give it to me when she gets back, but I still think the whole thing is useless.

Usually, Armin's family invites me over, but- because of the event's of last summer making things awkward- this year I decided to stay at the school. The benefit of doing so is that what few teachers stay during that time lax up on the rules. You can run in the halls, leave your coats in the main hallway, and even eat in the Kitchen if there's few enough kids.

This year, Annie Leonhart, Bertholdt Hoover, Reiner Braun, and I are staying at the school with Professor Levi-Rivai, Madame Hanji, and Professor Pixis. Bertholdt and I are the only ones in the whole entire school at the moment who knows how to cook, so we're constantly bugged for food by Reiner and Pixis. I just thank God that Sasha's not here.

Today, though, Bertholdt and I spent most of the morning cooking a bunch of food so the others can have some while we're gone. He and I are taking some time off and going skiing.

I'm preparing for that when it happens.

"Yeager," I hear a stern voice say from my doorway. I know that it's Professor Levi but I don't respond right away. Everyone's been bugging me all day and I'm going to give them their satisfaction on MY time. I stay where I am, bent over, gathering my strewn about ski gear.

"Prof?" I greet as I finish what I'm doing and finally stand up. I stretch for a moment, my back still to him, before turning to face him. When I do, he's looking out my window. It looks like he's trying to keep an even face. He succeeds and finally meets my eyes again.

He's dressed in tan suit pants, that hugs his legs, and a white button-up, long-sleeve shirt with a forest green tie. His hair is styled perfectly, as per usual, and everything is pressed clean. I expect nothing less.

Realizing that I actually paid attention to what he's wearing makes me wonder why I care... what was he here for again?

"D-did you need something Professor Levi?" I straighten my skin tight under-armor shirt and attempt to take the wrinkles out of my tight-ish sweatpants. All of a sudden I'm aware of how ridiculous I must look, I've got one snow boot on and my ski underclothes on. "I'm going skiing with Bertholdt soon," I shrug as explanation. Professor Macaroni shows no signs of caring, he just rolls his dark eyes.

"I'd like to discuss something with you. Walk with me," he turns to leave with that. By the lack of influxes in his tone, I don't know whether he's leading me to my death or his bed. To be honest, I'd prefer the seco- what?

"Can I change? I mean- should I change? It's just that I'm not sure tha-" I ask, tugging on the bottom of my shirt, wishing it was bit longer.

"You're in a hurry to go skiing with Master Hoover are you not? I will not take up too much of your time, so I see no reason for you to take the extra time out of your day to care about what you are wearing," Professor Fettuccine said, pausing at the doorway and looking, over his shoulder, me up and down. He walks briskly out of my door. I feel ridiculous, but I jog to catch up anyway.

We walk for a while in uncomfortable, for me anyway, silence before I finally attempt to find out what this whole shenanigan is about.

"So... what did you want?" I ask at the end of the hallway. He keeps walking until he gets to the alcove in the big window. He sits on the bench and looks up at me as I shuffle uncomfortably.

"Something has come up," he says, giving no hint to whether it's good or bad. My first thought is of Mikasa or Armin. He sighs, "I find myself to be in a position of requesting something from you."

I remember the promise I made to him. I'd do anything. I voice as much and his expression flickers. He purses his lips. Perhaps I spoke too soon.

"This is not a request of my favor, mind you," He continues evenly, "But one that you must understand comes from a mistake on my part and the pity of a woman."

Umm... okay? I nod slowly.

"I am to ask you, at the request of... my mother, if you would spend what is left of Christmas break with my family," He says slowly. I might be imagining it, but I think he might be embarrassed.

I don't understand what circumstances would force him into asking me this. I don't know why he couldn't just tell his mother that it would be improper or such. But I know that here sits the proud literature professor, who has shown very little interest in other human beings beneath him, who is asking me to join him for Christmas.

I don't ask him why, looking him in the face is enough to know that that would be beyond what his pride could bear. I look him in the eyes. My blue ones staring into his dark grey ones. Finally he looks away.

"Sure," I say, "When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Okay, cool. See ya then," I wave goodbye as I turn to head back to my room Bertholdt is walking into it as I jog away from Professor Heicho Levi-Rivai.

As far as train rides go, I've never had one so uncomfortable as the one going home with Professor Levitation-Elevation. The whole thing was spent in silence as he read some sort of new torture he's going to force upon us after we finish the paper on the book we're supposed to be reading over break, Slaughterhouse-Five. Which is what I'm reading.

~The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in a bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes." ~

As it is, I don't hate ShF. I'm actually rather enjoying it. And I think that the Tralfamadorians are right, when you hear someone is dead, just say "so it goes".

Why this ride is so uncomfortable is because Professor Levi-Ravioli keeps looking at me to see whether I'm actually reading or not. He's supposedly reading a book called Faust, by Johann von Goethe. I'm about to ask him what it's about to see if he's actually reading it or not.

I hope the rest of break isn't going to be this uncomfortable, because I'll probably get ShF finished, which means he'll probably make me read Faust, just for the fun of torturing me.

God help me.

I don't own AoT or Slaughterhouse-Five just FYI.

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