Levi:

Climbing up the oak outside Eren's window was a tedious fiasco due to certain activities that happened earlier in the day. What made it even worse was Jean, the one who should be putting our clients to sleep, throwing acorns harshly at my head.

I sat down next to the pouting two-toned hair shit while rubbing the top of my forehead where a bruise would no doubt show up the next day thanks to this fuckhead.

"What the fuck crawled up your ass, Secretariat?" He growled at me.

"Nothing crawled up my ass, short fuck. But while we're on that topic, how about we talk about what crawled up your ass!" I stare blankly at him waiting for him to continue whatever his childish display is about.

He jumps up from his spot on the branch and stalks over to where I'm sitting. "YOU FUCKED EREN! MY BOYFRIEND! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"Tch." He's been going out with Marco for the past month and now he suddenly wants Eren back?

"Don't click your fucking tongue at me, boyfriend fucker." I raise a delicate eyebrow at the new nickname.

He squats down to be face to face with me, pointing a finger in my face, and continues his rant, "You probably would've kept fucking him behind my back if Hangi hadn't told me about it!" Thinking back to earlier I do remember feeling an odd presence in the room. They must've been the reason Eren fell knowing we would end up doing something like that. Screw Hangi and their 'OTP' needs, whatever the fuck that means.

"First off, fuckboy, get your nasty finger out of my face," I stand up with a harsh glare and push him away from me, "Secondly Eren is no longer yours, you said it yourself; when you become human in 100 years, Eren will be dead but you'll still have Marco. I'm no cheater and neither is Eren. Jean you're dead but I'm alive. I can be there for Eren and protect him from evils the same way I took care of them with Reiner." I pause, making my voice low and dangerous before continuing, "You're just being selfish because you know he loves me and even though you're happy with someone else you can't stand the thought of Eren being with anyone, actually now that I think about it, you can't stand the thought of Eren being happy without you-"

"That's a lie and you fucking know it, Levi." He hisses at me.

I cut him off before he can retaliate, "Oh really? Because I know Eren's happy with me and now you're giving me shit for being there for him and comforting him through your death? Jean you've been dead for nearly four months, you have Marco; Eren has no one."

"Fuck you, man. You're wrong." He flips me off before disappearing. Huffing, I plop back down on the branch hoping Jean won't do anything in anger to spite me.

Oh, who am I kidding this kid is going to pull some heavy shit on me, I can only hope I'm prepared to deal with it and still have time to be with Eren.

It happened four days after my falling out with Jean.

I was sitting in Eren's newly cleaned bedroom, thanks to me badgering him constantly about how dirty it was, playing Mario Kart and commenting on his dark under eye circles, when I suddenly feel the controller fall through my now transparent hand.

"HA! I TOLD YOU I'D KICK YOUR ASS! YOSHI NEVER FAILS ME!" Eren bounces up and down on the bed before turning to me, probably about to do something a brat would when he notices my whole right arm is gone. "HOLY SHIT LEVI WHAT HAPPENED?" He quickly deposits himself next to me. "You just got here an hour ago! You've stayed in your human form for days before though!"

"Calm down, kid, I don't know what's going on but I will in a few minutes when I'm able to see Hangi who's probably across the room right now fangirling." He doesn't laugh at my attempt at humor but instead is transfixed on my fading lower half.

"Levi, this looks serious. You haven't disappeared this quickly since we first met which was two months ago. You told me you should be able to stay for days maybe even weeks without vanishing." He's talking rapidly, taking my left hand in his, "Levi promise me you'll visit tonight in my dreams. Please promise me, alright?" His worried, doe eyes stare down at me.

I chuckle, "Pinkie promise, brat. Try not to worry too much, you'll get premature wrinkles."

He gapes at me before shoving my fading shoulder laughing, "Asshole! Even when you're in deep shit you still seem to have some sort of obnoxious comment." Before I can comment something crude, I've become a Sandman.

True to my prior thoughts of Hangi's whereabouts, they come pounding across the room, squealing about us being adorable.

"HANGI!" I cut off their irritating shrieks, "Something really fucked up is happening incase you didn't notice."

They straighten up nodding, "Oh you're right, my little pancake! It seems Jean has disappeared and no one has been tending to your clients the past three days. This is why you've faded so soon!"

"What do you mean he disappeared?"

They shrug, "No one's seen him since a few days ago. If we can't find him in a week, you'll have to stay a Sandman for another 100 years." They trail off sadly probably thinking about their 'OTP' not working out.

"Where the fuck could he be?" I demand looking over to Eren's bed where he's still looking at the spot I occupied minutes ago.

"We don't know. He didn't tell Marco anything so our lead's been crushed. I have a hunch he's still been visiting Eren. I mean you saw those dark circles, right?"

"I did notice, but why would Eren keep that from me?" Hangi pats my shoulder comfortingly.

"Everyone has their reasons. Maybe he was going to tell you, but then you went and dissolved like a bath bomb!" I roll my eyes at their analogy, knowing they remembered one of Tumblr's new memes from looking at Eren's computer screen.

"So what am I supposed to do now?" I inquire.

"Now you're going to put your poor clients to sleep, monitor Eren's dreams, wait to turn human again, and then ask Eren for questions and make sweet love to him again!"

I sigh and set off into the fading daylight.

You wanna play dirty, Jean?

I'll get my fucking cleaning supplies.