CHAPTER FIVE
Eren had everything set up. When he went around the mansion, inaugurating one employee after another, everyone agreed to lend them a hand. Although Mikasa wasn't thrilled about Eren's plan, the promise of getting out without some watchdog following their every step was too tempting, even for her. Eren convinced two of the younger housekeepers as well as a maid to stay in their rooms, so Eren could tell Maria that they weren't feeling well and going to bed early, while they actually were hiding in the basement. Levi had told him a few hours ago that he would leave the villa at eleven o'clock which they were waiting for right now.
"I don't know, Eren, what do we do when someone changes their mind and tells on us or Levi or this other guy catches us? Maybe we should cancel the whole thing," Armin worried.
Eren expected nothing else from his best friend, but after hearing it for the fifth time in only an hour, he got annoyed. "Easy for you to say since you only stay here for three month before returning to high school. Mikasa and I have to stay here, and who the fuck knows when such an opportunity occurs again? Especially since our father received those fucking letters. If he freaks out about something like this, what do you think's gonna happen if they never catch the guy who wrote them? In worst case scenario, Mikasa and I will never ever be able to leave the house again till we reach our thirties. Moreover, we are nineteen years old and none of us have seen the inside of a club or bar while everyone else on this planet is partying their asses off. I just want us to get a little bit of normality, and since I've known you for about ever, I want you to be part of it. This will become a great story! Mikasa, what do you say?"
Mikasa's gaze was set on the outside, looking at the driveway that led from the security gate up to the house. "I say, he's coming."
Eren and Armin directed their eyes to the property's entrance. It opened, and a black car drove up to the house, halting between the building and the fountain. The man getting out had a much older appearance than Levi, small eyes, pronounced wrinkles, and slightly curly, brown hair styled in an undercut. He somewhat gave the impression as if he was trying to resemble Levi. He even pulled down his eyebrows in a similar condescending manner.
Doesn't look as good as on the original.
He approached Levi, who was already standing in front of the main door, and the two men shared a few words Eren couldn't hear. Only moments later, Levi got in the car while his pal marched inside the house. The three teens waited for Levi to leave the grounds, and then Eren and Mikasa actuate the garage door and pushed out two motorcycles Eren had borrowed from the guards who were on shift tonight. Eren sat up on one of them while Mikasa took the other one with Armin sitting right behind her.
"Here we go," Eren whispered when they drove as silently as possible up to the gates. They passed the guards Eren had convinced, and pulled on the lonesome street heading towards London's city centre.
The night was clear, but also freezing cold. They flew above the greyish asphalt, surrounded by green hills which started to look like ocean waves due to their fast speed. Eren closed his eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath. This was going to be a night to remember. He had to do it for his sister. For himself. He wanted them to forget that they were locked up at home, that their father was rarely around, and that they were left with nothing but themselves.
It took them about an hour to reach the city limits, and they continued their way downtown until they got into the nightlife scenes. Jumping off the bike, Eren looked around. Life was dancing everywhere, from the sights, the sounds of the people who passed by on the street to the pounding sounds coming from the buildings around them. Eren was enthralled with the prospect of meeting people. People that didn't work for his father or gave shit about his safety.
He rushed down the sidewalk, followed by his friends. Mikasa was trying to get a hold of him, but he was already drunk on the atmosphere. Soon enough, his mind occupied by the entirety of it all, he found myself in a location full of nightclubs and bars. The sounds of music poured through the air.
"Eren, what are we going to do now?" his sister caught up and asked him while Armin clung to her arm. Eren's attention was drawn upon one of the clubs that was plain black from the outside in contrast to all the other ones with their flashy signs.
"Let's get in there," he pointed straight ahead and started walking again. There wasn't any staff that controlled who was coming in, so the three of them walked right in.
Entering the nightclub, Eren was enthralled by the amount of people. He had never seen so many people in one place in his entire life. The club was dark and multi-coloured lights danced across people in waves like an ocean of colours. The smells of alcohol and illegal substances filtered through his senses. Eren wasn't apt for drugs, but one drink couldn't hurt, could it?
"Wait here for a sec, I'll be right back," Eren yelled to his friends, weaving his way through the throng of people and keeping his eyes locked on the bar that centred the crowd.
Finally getting through the masses, he tried to wave down a bartender, but the few that were actually working didn't seem to find the young brunette worth the time to make him a drink. Sighing, Eren pulled out a hundred euro note from his wallet and waved it. At once, a female with tattoos and long red hair made her way up to him.
"Hey sweetheart, what can I do for you?" she said, winking at him.
Yelling over the music, Eren answered: "Hey, I'd like you to make me three drinks of your liking and is there a possibility I can rent one of these booths?" He mentioned towards the areas that were shut off the dance floor with red and golden ropes. "Me and my friends have a birthday to celebrate, and it'd be pretty uncomfortable to have to stay amidst all these drunk, wavering people for the whole night." The waitress leaned upon the bar, presenting her well owned chest to him and putting on a relaxed smirk.
"Honey, if you want me to do something to my liking, I'd have to do you." There was this wink again, and then she looked up and down his figure. "And about that booths, I'm afraid you're lacking the necessary change to rent one of them."
Say what, she wants to play this game, doesn't she?
Fine, Eren knew how to. He pulled his credit card from his pocket, presenting it to her between index and middle finger. He might've been a prisoner in his own home, but his father certainly made sure his children didn't lack anything material. What also included an outrageous amount of allowance. Taking the card from him, she went to the card reader and her eyes went wide because of whatever it told her. Her nasty smirk grew even wider as she came back to him.
"Alright, Honey, you and your sweet friends can take the third one on the left side and I'll be bringing your drinks in no time. If there's anything else I can delight you with, no matter what, just raise your hand and I will come for you. Women, alcohol, the crazy shit, I can supply you with whatever your heart desires."
Eren nodded, took his card back from her and went back to Mikasa and Armin. No wonder there weren't any gorillas controlling who entered the club. There was so much illegal shit going on, minors were their slightest problem if they got busted. And judging by the customers that rented the others booths, this business was swamped with money. Eren got the idea that one of the other clubs might have been better suited this night since it was their first time going out. But well, if there was anything going to happen, Mikasa would be perfectly able to beat the shit out of anyone who caused trouble for her, and Eren himself wasn't as bad at fighting. He certainly could take out some high and drunk bastard, if necessary. Armin would just have to stay behind the two of them.
Eren got back and led them to their booth where the female barkeeper already waited to serve them their drinks. On her plate she balanced a fancy looking cocktail in a high glass with fruits and little umbrellas decorated around the edge and two double walled glasses in a tumbler form with brownish liquid in them. Of course she didn't miss the chance to lean against Eren when she placed the last glass on the table, pressing her chest to his arm and whispered something in his hear, Eren couldn't understand due to the music's high volume. He only got that it had been something frivolous again, so he wasn't exactly sad about not hearing it entirely. Not, that she wasn't attractive in her own kind of shady way, but her whole impression was way too fake for his liking.
While Mikasa and Armin eyed their drinks and silently agreed on Armin taking the colourful cocktail that sure was meant to be for the girl on the table, Eren took a huge sip of the brown fluid in front of him. He felt it burning down his throat, leaving a smoky taste in his mouth. He had to cough a few time since he wasn't used to hard liquors and didn't even knew exactly what he was drinking, but he ordered another one right away, nevertheless. And another one after that. He was so overwhelmed by the scenario around him, by all those people shamelessly rubbing against each other, drowning in the music and not caring about tomorrow that he didn't even noticed right away how uneasiness grew among his two friends. Armin's worried expression deepened over time, Mikasa went into surveying mode and while they haven't barely said a word for half an hour, Eren was constantly babbling about how ingenious his idea had been and how fed up he was with their situation at home. The alcohol showed his first effects since he started to slur a little and felt himself loosen up. He then felt Mikasa tipping his shoulder and leaning towards him in an attempt to be heard.
"Eren, I don't know if we really should stay here. This seems way too much for a first time experience. Maybe we should go home, I can tell that Armin isn't feeling too comfortable either."
Eren took a look at his best friend and saw him chewing on his lip while staring into his still fully filled cocktail glass. To be honest, Eren didn't want to go home. So he had to find a way to make this enjoyable for all of them. He had to come up with another idea.
And after a few glances around the area, he got one. There was something missing, so he jumped up and flew towards the dancing area. He saw that Mikasa was about to go after him, but he already had stopped only a mere feet away. He looked for a few nice looking girls from the sidelines of the dancing crowd.
One moment later he was back, and had invited them into their sitting area where they were at once on Armin, touching and admiring him for his feminine looks. Armin himself didn't seem to mind, as Eren could tell by the his smile and the furious blush on his cheeks. Eren found his way out of the girls' crowd and pulled Mikasa on the dance floor. He started to dance, and tried to encourage her to do so as well. He threw his hands in the air, always attended by his brilliant smile, he tackled her, put his arms around her, and forced her to move. She still was cautious, but Eren could feel her losing up the tiniest bit and finally she was also smiling, although she looked at Eren as if he was out of his mind.
Twenty minutes later, they went back to Armin and the girls and Eren felt the urge to go to the bathrooms. Mikasa made attempts to go with him, but Eren was fast on his feet. His mind was clouded by the drinks he had, but apart from that, the way to the restrooms was ridiculously long and obscure. He almost feared to never find his way back.
When he finally saw the little stick figure, he was relieved to no end. He burst through the swing door, and was welcomed by two men making out on the sink. Well, at least Eren was hoping they were just making out, but since the man standing with his back towards him wore a dark parka, there was no way to tell how far things had gone underneath it. The other man was sitting on the marble, his legs parted with the other one fitting in-between and looked at Eren with lust filled eyes, his lips slightly parted. When the man in front of him licked along his carotid, he panted and pressed his head back into the nape of his neck.
Eren tried to ignore what he just saw and plunked himself in one of the cabins. He finished his business and went back out with his eyes tightly fixed to the ground. Following the path he thought he remembered, it took him only seconds to get lost. Everywhere were people around him, all the walls in the same black colour, and nothing that gave him a clue where in the club he was located. Eren felt panic begin to cradle in his stomach as he started rushing around, searching for a door that would hopefully bring him out into fresh air. From there he could walk around the club and re-enter through the front. The first three doors were locked, but eventually he found one that wasn't, so he pushed through and found himself at an impasse in the back of the club, right next to a huge container. He leaned forwards, placing his shaking hands on his knees and took a deep breath of air. It calmed his nerves a little, but only until he noticed that he wasn't alone in there.
Eren turned his head left and behind the container, at the end of the impasse, he saw a man with jet-black hair shaved in the neck and longer on top, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tank top. His back was turned towards Eren, his waistband pulled down to his knees, along with his boxers. And he wasn't alone. Pressed between the man and the stone wall in front of him was a woman, moaning loudly every time the man's hips pushed against her. Much to Eren's blessing, since he found himself unable to move even if they'd turn around and saw him, they were too involved in their activity to notice him.
Eren didn't dare to breathe anymore. His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, to the man's lean, defined frame – to his hips repetitively flexing against the woman. She was murmuring "oh god, oh god!" over and over into the bricks while pressing back against him, as loud and uncontrolled as he was silent. It was disturbing to watch something so raw and intimate, but to Eren it was also absolutely mesmerizing. His eyes focused on the man's backside. The way those round perky cheeks contracted and relaxed in the same rhythm as his hips thrust forwards left his mouth dry. With a jolt, Eren realized something. He knew that man!
Right in front of him, with his perfectly naked ass presented to him like on a dinner's plate, Levi was standing in this very alley, mercilessly fucking the living hell out of that woman in front of him. Eren felt the alcohol's effects flushing out of his system, and his senses went alert. He knew he should leave immediately, but he was too afraid to move. He only had to step the wrong way and something would creak, alerting Levi to his presence.
Their movements were speeding up. The woman's gasps shifted into hard cries as Levi threw his head back and drove even faster and more ruthlessly against her than before. It was too much for Eren to comprehend, and unwittingly he stumbled a step back. Which immediately made him loose balance, fall flat on his ass, right into the door he just came out from a few seconds ago and all that with a loud and unmistakable 'DONG!'.
Fear took over Eren's mind. As fast as he could he stumbled to his feet, inside the club, and just kept running ahead till he saw the other end of the bar where he had met that flirty bartender. Turning around and relieved to no end that Levi wasn't on his heels, he went around it and finally found the booth Armin and Mikasa were sitting in with a couple of new people who obviously tried to coax both of them into some wicked activity their minds came up with. Eren rushed up to them. "Listen, we have to go. Like NOW!" Eren yelled.
"Why, what happened, Eren?" Armin's eyes widened in worry.
"There's no time for explaining, we must leave, please!" Eren coughed. Not only he was deeply irritated by the profound insights he got about Levi's love life, there still was the fact that the guard they tried to get away from, was right there at very same club with them. And if he'd find them, all of them would get a bucket of problems. So Eren couldn't come up with another solution than getting back as fast as they could. He grabbed Mikasa's and Armin's wrists and dragged them outside the club.
When they reached their bikes, Mikasa stopped him. "Eren, what the hell? What happened that you're in such a rush? This whole thing was your idea, so please let me take part in whatever's going on in that stupid head of yours?"
"He's here, okay? I saw Levi behind the club, we have to get back before he notices us!"
"What were you doing behind the club?" "What's he doing here?" Armin and Mikasa asked simultaneously. Eren blushed crimson red, trying to avoid the second question.
"I was looking for the restrooms, but the way was too fucking complicated, so I ended up there and the hell should I know, why he's here, he just is!" His friends eyed him with suspicion, but Mikasa decided to drop the topic until they were back home.
"Fine, then let's hurry. Eren, are you able to drive? You had a few more drinks, didn't you?"
"I'm alright, please let's leave this place."
They jumped on their bikes and spurted like the devil himself was tracking them. The whole ride back home, Eren couldn't get the images of Levi pressed against that woman out of his head, so he was luckily, the streets were almost empty. Otherwise he certainly would have caused an accident caused by his lack in concentration.
In less than an hour they arrived back home, briefly informing the guards that let them pass with their motorcycles. Eren and Mikasa parked them back in the garage and then they waited for Levi and his replacement to switch places. This would be their chance to go back to their rooms without anyone noticing it. It was almost four in the morning, so it shouldn't take long for Levi to come back. They crouched behind one of the vans and Eren knew, his friends still were irritated by his odd behaviour. Sure, it would had been annoying to be caught, but what was left for their father to do to them as a punishment? Basically they already were caught up at home and he couldn't prohibit Mikasa to train, since it served her security which he was so anxious about. So all that was left was forbidding Eren to use his studio. Which would be a pain in the ass, but nothing more. So there was no logical explanation for his actions. Sure, there was, but Eren didn't tell them about what he saw. Hell, he himself couldn't even put the finger on what it was that confused him so much. Yes, he was still a virgin, how could it be any different, but it wasn't as if he'd never seen two people humping each other. He had internet and a high-speed laptop, so guess what a teenage boy does when he is alone in his room. But he had never seen it live and even less someone he knew doing it.
Well, kind of knew. All he knew about Levi was that he worked for this Smith-guy, that his father hired him to protect him and his sister, and that he obviously prioritized his love life above his work. Eren got mad at the last thought. He recalled what Levi said to his father through the phone. An urgent matter, he has to deal with personally and it doesn't allow any postponement, my ass!
He just sneaked out to go fuck a random girl behind some dirty club. Or maybe he knew that woman? Eren felt worry built up inside of him, but again couldn't lay a finger on the reason of it. It doesn't matter whether he knew her or not. Fact stayed that he neglected his obligations towards him and his family. If he would tell his father about it, they would definitely get rid of Levi. But then again, he would have to have to confess that they also neglected their father's orders.
Eren decided to himself that it wasn't worth it. His train of thoughts stopped when he saw the spotlights of the car Levi left the property with earlier this evening. It drove in front of the short staircase that led up to the house, and Levi got off it the mere second the driver stopped the vehicle. Eren didn't trust his eyes, but Levi had changed into a suit and seemed to be even stronger than before. There was an almost healthy vibe coming off from him, and Eren wondered if he was the only one noticing it.
The way his friend's expression didn't move the tiniest bit, the answer was no. Perhaps it was the remaining alcohol that fogged his already upturned mind.
Mikasa gave the sign to move when Levi's replacement stepped out the entrance hall, and a bright cone of light hit Levi's figure. All three spurted out of the garage into the training area and upwards to their rooms. Gladly, there was a second way up to the first floor that doesn't lead through the entrance hall, otherwise Eren's plan hadn't worked out at all. They said their fast good-nights and each one headed to their rooms, switching places with the employees that impersonated them.
Eren thanked the housekeeper that was in his room a thousand times before letting him out and crawling under his blanket. His mind was still in turmoil, the scenes he watched not leaving his head once. Why it bothered him so much, he didn't know. That weird feeling inside his stomach Eren got the second he watched Levi move behind that woman was still lingering. He seemed to be pretty good at what he was doing to her, Eren wondered. He slapped his hands on both sides of his face to stop himself from thinking. Not, that it worked the slightest bit.
Okay, seriously. I need to take at least a nap or father will wonder why the hell I look like a damn mummy, when he gets back tomorrow. Today. Whatever.
Eren closed his eyes, but as soon as those images continue to play before his inner eye he knew, he wouldn't get any sleep.