A/N Hello, I just can't stop, can't I? Haha. I regret rereading chapter 139 with the extra pages so I have to mend my heart. Forgive me. Okay, English is my second language so any errors pointed out would be greatly appreciated. Also, this fic has too much drama. So, please be warned. I want to explore Mikasa and Erwin's compatibility as friends too, so the warning stretches to here. All characters are OOC because this is AU. And this is a Rivamika fic so if you find them disgusting, please refrain from reading any further. Love ya!

Disclaimer: I don't own SNK, if I do, Mikasa would've ended up marrying Levi. Haha! I don't own the cover photo as well. Credits to the due owners. You are awesome.

SEVEN AWAY

Chapter 1

They've been dating for six years, going seven in a month. The first time Eren laid his eyes on Mikasa Ackerman, he instantly knows she is the one he wants to spend his whole life with. That would have been the case. If only he didn't push his luck too far – the mistakes he did that mounted over time destroyed everything they had eventually.

He proposed to her before their seventh anniversary. Armin once told him about the seven-year itch. He calls it seven away. Just like when he plays in the casino and the trend in the baccarat table ends with seven consecutive results. Most if not all relationships are the same. The sense of stagnation after getting stuck in a long-term relationship would probably cause them to break up. So, he needs to refresh their relationship, to give her something to look forward to.

She had sacrificed so much already. And he can't bear to lose her.

But things don't always go the way one plans it.

During a company dinner at an executive club, he wakes up the next day with his boss in bed, naked and in hungover after a wild night. His boss, Historia Reiss, is all cool about it. She used to be an upperclassman in college and a good friend of his, so they have always known each other. And they have been fooling around since college days whenever there is alcohol involved.

It is supposed to be nothing new. He goes home, washes up and forgets about the affair. Historia isn't the one he's marrying, it's Mikasa. And the former understands this best than anybody else.

But six weeks after the last affair took place, he learns that he got Historia pregnant when he got back from a weekend trip with Mikasa to celebrate their seventh anniversary.

He and Mikasa had been trying to conceive for almost a year now. And he is sure that if Mikasa discovers this, she will never forgive him.

Blood drains from his face as he stares at Historia. The herbal tea she requested trembles on his grip.

"I would've gotten rid of it," Historia tells him as she sits behind her large, mahogany desk. Eren immediately flaps the blinds shut for the glass walls separating them from the rest of the people in the office felt so thin even with the promise of it being soundproof. "I thought I should inform you, Eren. I'm keeping the child."

His emerald eyes widened in shock, the forgotten tea in his hands almost spilled. "I'm sorry, I thought you were on birth control–"

She crossed her legs and holds a hand up, "Please don't apologize. I forgot a day pill and when I went to the doctor and saw its form inside of me, I knew I can't get rid of it." She leans her elbow over her desk, palm against her cheek, she gives him an assuring smile, her bright blue eyes gleaming with glee. "I can't seem to get rid of the gift you gave me, Eren."

Eren taps his mouth with his fist, disoriented. He finally sets the cup down and phases back and forth, unable to meet her gaze. "Historia, I–"

"I know." She waves her hand in the air. "I don't intend to tell anyone who the father is if that's what you're worried about."

They attended the same university. Historia was his upperclassman. And they were in the same club back then. Even though Mikasa attended a different university, he still made sure to involve her in his life. On club outings, he would bring Mikasa along. But his girlfriend wasn't always available. The affair with Historia began that one camp Mikasa was unable to come to. They stopped when Historia graduated, however, when he was hired in the same company as hers, they resumed the secret affair. Usually, it happens during company dinners where alcohol is involved.

But he loves Mikasa. His world revolves around Mikasa. And he can't imagine himself without her. His dreams, his future, his life all involve Mikasa. To grow old with her, to wake up every morning and stare at the depths of her steely grey eyes, to eat the burnt breakfast and dinner she prepares for him, to sleep next to her every day.

It must have been too late to realize that.

"For Mikasa's sake, please get rid of it."

Historia abruptly stands, her chair rattling violently behind her. He hears the hard clicks of her one-inch heels against the floorboard. Then, the expected slap comes. "Get out of my sight."

"Eren–"

He mindlessly pokes the steak with his fork.

"Eren–"

His gaze is focused on his plate as if the food there would magically disappear if he stared long enough. He feels like throwing up. And he is confused about what to do.

"Eren." Mikasa repeats, her tone flat. He wakes up from his daze when he senses her hand over his. His long-time girlfriend turns to look at the two others at their table. "I'm sorry, Petra. Levi. He must be tired." The auburn-haired girl nods in understanding while the other clicks his tongue rudely. Mikasa shifts her gaze to Eren. "Are you okay?"

Beads of sweat start to form over his forehead and he immediately pulls his hand off her touch. "Y-yeah. I apologize." He stammers and stands, "I–I need to go to the restroom."

"He must be constipated." Levi, the freelance photographer who agreed to cover their wedding, comments.

Mikasa glares at him while Eren lets out a nervous chuckle, "Y-yeah." He then runs off and misses the rest of Mikasa and Levi's bickering that followed.

So to say, the dinner meeting didn't finalize anything. Not even the invitations. Aside from Eren losing his focus, Mikasa and the photographer don't seem to agree with anything at all. And they keep arguing about petty things that they aren't talking about the wedding anymore. The tension at their table is so intense that Eren and Petra feel out of place.

When he drops Mikasa off, Eren tells her, "You and Levi are like water and oil."

Mikasa rolls her eyes, clicking her tongue in pure disgust. "Seriously, the guy and his shitty attitude just won't stop spouting nonsense." She clenches her fists. "It's like he was born to antagonize me."

Eren forces a laugh. "He makes sense to me. You just reject his logic is all."

She begins to announce her mental list of complaints about Levi, as if by doing so, it would convince him to change his mind about the guy. The photographer is a freelancer hired by Mikasa's publishing company. And his girlfriend didn't really have a good first impression of him. When they first met, Levi thought Mikasa was a pathetic aspiring model and he didn't have a problem speaking his mind aloud. Mikasa, insulted and feeling berated, as an editor-in-chief, fired him on the spot – only to meet him again the next day for the CEO greatly favors his work.

It is actually a miracle that Levi accepted their event. Mr. Smith, Mikasa's CEO and close friend must have pulled some strings.

"Mikasa, I'm tired."

That is all it took for her to shut up. "I was hoping you could sleep over tonight–"

"Sorry, I'm really tired today. I'll make it up to you next time." Eren explains. If Mikasa had noticed the hint of guilt in his voice, she doesn't show.

Instead, she gives him a kiss on the cheek and smiles as she pulls off. "Rest well."

He watches as she steps out of the passenger seat and she walks over to her apartment building. She spares him one last glance and waves her hand before she fully disappears from his sight. He leans his head against the stirring wheel, asking himself, should I tell her?

A part of him says he needs to. What if she learns about it from another person? Another part of him says don't. Historia might get rid of it. Historia might listen to him. But the child is innocent. And when they did it, he was enjoying himself. Why must an innocent child die even before it experiences life?

He and Mikasa have been trying to conceive because Eren wants a family. Two kids. A girl and a boy preferably.

Eren chases after Historia, catching the elevator just in time. Once he steps in, Historia avoids his gaze. There are two other people with them in the elevator. So, he waits until they got off. Finally, when the last stranger is about to step out and Historia is about to follow suit, Eren pulls her back and presses the close button aggressively.

Historia, wide-eyed, gives him the look. "What are you doing?"

"Look," Eren breathes, his teeth clenched. "I'm sorry. Let me at least take responsibility by bringing you to the doctor and we can schedule the surgery together–"

"Eren," Historia's voice is clipped, she angrily stared back at him. "I told you I'm keeping it."

"But Historia–"

"You can keep it a secret from Mikasa for all I care. But please leave me alone. I have a doctor's appointment and no, please. Don't make me hate you more than I already do." The blonde warns him, her tone drips with poison. And for a moment, Eren pauses and tries to clear his jumbled head.

Historia slams the P4 button again as the elevator went up.

"I'll take you there." He offers.

But Historia shakes her head, she glares sharply at the LCD as the number rises up.

"Come on, Historia. I won't push it. A pregnant woman shouldn't drive in her first trimester, that's what my father always says." Eren gives up. He shouldn't be so insensitive.

Then, the soft elevator dings at the penthouse. Eren's eyes widen in horror as he recognizes the man who stepped in, camera bag slings over one shoulder as he holds the device itself, checking on what he assumes his earlier shots.

"Levi?"

The short man glances at him then to Historia and then to his grip on her arm. He immediately lets her go, his arms falling to his sides.

"Hey, I… you…" He's at a loss for words and Historia curiously stares at the man too.

Levi only narrows his dark eyes as he presses P2 and silently leans on the elevator wall. Eren thought he'd die of lack of air. Historia nudges him a bit, quietly gesturing who the man is.

"D-do you have a client here too, Levi?" Eren tries to break the silence, hoping that it will make the tension subside.

Levi doesn't spare him a look as he retorts, "Yeah."

He can understand why Mikasa is annoyed with this man.

Finally, the elevator halts at P2. But even before Levi steps out, he speaks ominously, "It was interesting to see you." And his thin lips quirk into a pompous smirk that Eren is almost tempted to run after him and explain the suspicious position he just caught himself in.

But he didn't. Instead, he tells Historia, "I'll take you there."

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to be continued...