No, he was not staring. He was just you know…observing. Yeah, because even if you were Humanity's strongest it wasn't every day you saw a…A what? An abnormal aberrant? A sort-of-Titan-but-not-really? A thing? Well, whatever.
Maybe he had been staring. Like just about everybody else on the fucking roof. It would have been one thing if that hairy thingy had attacked them. Then they would have called it an aberrant and the matter would have been close. But no! The thing just had to be weird and attack Titans! So now, they were faced with an aberrant abnormal aberrant. In others words a rather odd aberrant who acted differently from other aberrant. They could always call it a fucking weirdo. It would be less of a mouthful.
He watched with a sort of helpless fascination as the thing trashed around nearby streets, roaring and swinging its great clawed paws at Titans. The thing didn't seem to be aiming for the Titans' necks. Admittedly he had seen it beheading a few Titans but more often than not he would just savagely slash at them, cutting them to shreds and stomping on them until they were but a pool of bloody mush. It was fucking disgusting. But even he didn't expect the fucking weirdo to have any kind of basic sense of hygiene. He was really just a wild mutant beast. They couldn't ask for too much.
"Corporal?"
He didn't know how long they had spent standing like a bunch of idiots while watching the disgustingly violent scene, but it seemed some of them had started looking away. Petra being one of them.
The woman was standing next to him, looking a little bit green and obviously waiting for a response.
"What?" he forced out, eyes still fixed on the hairy figure.
"What should we do?"
He turned to look at her perplexed. It took a moment for him to regain enough brain activity to understand what the hell she was on about.
"For now that thing seems to be on our side so we'll let him be." he said trying to recover his countenance.
It really was lucky that his slip up had been covered by his mask. He supposed the damn thing did have its use after all.
"Maybe…Maybe we should help him…"
He turned towards the blonde girl who had spoken. She was wearing the same expression halfway between immortal boredom and morbid fascination that he knew had been on his face a moment ago. Her blonde hair was gathered in a bun and her cold blue eyes appeared to be unable to leave the scene playing out in front of them.
He was about to ask what the hell she meant by that but then, he happened to glance back at the thing. His eyes widened slightly. The creature had been pinned to a wall by a group of seven or so Titans, one being a fifteen meter class while the others were smaller. The thing was roaring in what Levi assumed to be pain. Which was perfectly acceptable considering he was being eaten by the Titans.
Levi was trying to decide between staying there and watching the thing's tragic death and plunging in the melee to help it out, when the thing let out a mighty roar. It clamped its fangs around the fifteen meter class Titan's neck and ripped it out. While the now-deceased Titan morphed into a cloud of steam, the thing swung its claws at the smaller Titans, sending them flying away.
"Who the hell needs help?" mumbled the guy who had given him the report – Kirschtein was it? – looking a bit pale.
Levi had to agree there. The thing was doing rather well. He had completely turned the tables and was now standing in an almost empty street. The only survivors being two seven meter class. They probably wouldn't last long. But once again, the thing did something unpredictable.
He collapsed on his knees with a powerful howl. His body began steaming and it became clear to Levi that he had run out juice. The thing was dying. So much for that, he thought as he watched the steam rise, boredom coming back quickly.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and his heart missed a beat.
"Oh fuck!" he said. "Take out the seven metre classes." he threw to his subordinates before throwing himself into the street where the thing had collapsed.
He heard Petra scream his title behind, but he didn't stop. He ran up to the thing's remains and up to the kneeling figure he had glimpsed from the roof.
He fell to his knees in front of the other and lifted a trembling hand to brush against the dark brown hair. He placed a hand against the boy's cheek, before realization suddenly hit him. He grabbed the boy's shirt and flung his ear against the boy's chest. He let out a deep sigh of relief when he heard the regular beating of a heart.
He heard footsteps approaching, voices calling out to him but he couldn't bring himself to care, because Eren was in his arms. Eren was alive.
He buried his face in the boy's chest, noting absent-mindedly that that little brat of his had had the nerves to outgrow him. His arms were wrapped around the boy's back holding him close and he revelled in the feeling of a warm body against his. Yet another proof that Eren was alive.
He didn't know how long he remained that way but when he deigned look up at last, Hanji was hovering over him looking concerned.
"He's alive." he mumbled to her. "Eren's alive."
The woman looked surprised for a moment before a bright smile lit up her whole face.
"I'm happy for you Levi." she told him, her voice full of fondness.
He hummed in acknowledgment and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against Eren's chest. He just felt so damn tired...