Chapter Seven
Eren's POV
When I woke up the next morning my headache was gone. The one bliss I have had as of late is that when I sleep my headache disappears. If I were to wake up and the first thing I felt was that pain... I would go nuts in a matter of minutes.
I stretch and realize that I can because the rest of my bed is empty. I sit up, glancing around for Levi.
Right then the door opens, revealing Levi with a coffee cup in hand. He silently walks over to me and hands me the cup. Inside it is not coffee, but tea. I suppose tea would be better for my head, but I will have to get my coffee fix later.
Levi rubs my back while I sip at the tea. "How are you feeling, brat?"
I swallow my mouthful of tea before answering. "Headaches gone."
Levi nods and ruffles my hair. "Good."
We sit in silence while I finish my tea.
"Hey Levi?" He grunts to let me know he is listening. "Don't you have work you are missing?"
"Your health is more important then money. Besides, I own the coffee shop, so it's not like I can be fired."
"But Levi—" He cuts me off by pressing a finger to my lips.
"Eren. Shut up. Please."
I sigh, but nod anyway. He removes his hand.
"Come on Eren, we are getting you some breakfast at the cafe. And I called Petra, telling her to take the next few days off because you are unavailable to work."
I groan. "Levi, I don't have time or money to spare by taking time off."
"Don't care."
"Levi..." I whine.
"You aren't going to get out of this Eren. So you might as well save your energy by stopping now."
I sigh, giving up for now.
Levi smirks. "Good. Now come on, we are getting you some breakfast and then we are going to a museum."
"A museum?"
"Yes. It's partly a history museum and partly an art museum. They have some really interesting stuff in there, and they recently changed the galleries."
"Alright."
Levi pulls me to my feet and leaves so I can change.
I pull on a pair of jeans and a casual shirt sporting an image of Totoro from that movie by Studio Ghibli.
When I walk out Levi cocks an eyebrow. "You watch anime?"
I blink at him. "Do you?"
"From time to time."
I grin at him. "Didn't expect that of you."
He shrugs, then grabs my wrist pulling my along behind him.
We walk to his cafe and he makes me a warm croissant with a cup of coffee made just the way I like it.
Once I am done and Levi finishes up with a last few customers before he hands responsibility over to Jean we exit the cafe and walk down the street.
Levi seems peaceful, walking while gripping my hand in his. I step a little closer to him and I see a faint smile tugging on his lips.
When we arrive at the museum I have to pause. What I see is a brick building with white accents. The building is huge and has sweeping columns going up the 4 floors of the museum. There is a set of stairs stretching across the front of the building, making it look even more regal. It looks like it should be in New York City, and not our small little town.
Levi tugs me up the stairs and we walk through the doors. The inside of the museum is just as grand as the outside. The floor is marble and the room is so wide and tall that our footsteps echo throughout the entire room. And the fact that Levi and I are the only people visiting the museum at the moment just adds to the feeling of being in an old megalith of a temple. The building demands respect.
Levi nods to the security people and they nod back, moving aside so that we can pass. I guess Levi knows these people and comes here pretty often.
I want to speak, but it's daunting in here. I feel as if this is a church and if I talk I am disrespecting some deity.
Levi pulls me with him as we leave the lobby, beyond it the ceiling drops from being 4 stories tall to only 2, making the space a little easier to breath in.
I am dragged to a side room, with carpeting and ceilings that are only around 9 feet tall.
I glance at Levi. "It's kind of nerve-wracking in here."
He nods. "I know. But the museum is worth it."
We walk along through the rooms, and I can tell easily that Levi is right about this place being amazing.
The different displays from different time periods are all spectacular and interesting. The time periods flow effortlessly from one to another.
At some point we reach a room with items in it I am not at all familiar with. There are odd metal boxes with wires lying around them and blades sticking out of slits in the boxes. There are diagrams of different sizes of giants. There is a beat up notebook with blood splatters on it.
I always loved history but I have never seen or heard of this era.
I am about to ask Levi about it when a painting on the wall catches my eye.
It is a very dark oil painting with smoke writhing about a dark, depressed looking figure in a green cloak. The more I look at it the more I realize that the figure looks like Levi. Once I make that connection the more I realize that it is Levi. I look at the plaque sitting on the gold frame. It says The Corporal.
I suck in a breath. In those dreams I have been having, Levi is known as the Corporal.
What is the connection between these dreams, this room, and Levi...?
Levi's POV
I have already made the connection by this point that the dreams I have been having happened to me. I have realized that there is truth in the artifacts in this room. I brought Eren here to see if he remembered anything as well.
I gaze at the 3D maneuvering gear, the familiar motor and blade holster sparking memories of Eren's death.
I hear Eren's voice call out to me from a corner of the room.
I glance over to see him looking at a painting.
When I walk over I read the plaque titling the painting, The Corporal, and looking up to see a man that looks just like me. Scratch that, it is me.
Eren can't tear his eyes of the canvas.
"Levi... It looks just like you..."
I say nothing, only gaze at my dark expression in the painting and the green cloak I know has the emblem of the most dangerous branch of the military flapping in the smoke.
Eren looks kind of faint. Maybe coming here was a bad idea...
Eren finally rips his eyes from it and stares at me. He takes a deep breath and looks like he wants to say something, but stops at the last moment.
"You can tell me anything Eren."
He startles and blinks at me.
"Have you... have you been having... I mean, have you... um..." He takes a breath before quickly pushing the words from his lips. "Have you been having dreams?"
I cock an eyebrow at him. I think I know what he means, but I need him to say it to be sure.
He blushes. "I dreamed of a past... life... with you, before I even met you. And they seem so real..." He turns away, his back facing me. "You probably think I'm crazy..."
I touch his shoulder, turning him back to face me. "No, I know what you mean. I have them to."
His eyes widen. "Really?"
"Really."
He looks back at the painting.
"What could it mean...?" He mutters under his breath.
Reincarnation, but I think he has had to much information as it is. I need to ease the idea in front of him, I can't just shove it on him.
I reach out and grab his hand, squeezing it. He squeezes back, and we stare at the painting a little while longer before we turn to go.
I pull him to me and gently touch my lips to his. We stand there kissing in front of the painting of me from another life.
Heey... I realize this sucks, but I had to get something out for you people
anyway, im back from the beach, but I cant promise a smooth updating thing.
Hope you liked this, I had some problems with getting it started... stupid writers block is kinda setting in for this stuff...
anyway, wont bore you anymore
Drisa out~
