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Mikila94 : since you replied my ask I will also made chapters about them! I will not write in the same way I do with Eren and Rivaille... full of tension hahahha.

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I'm a fan of JEARMIN. Totally. Deal with this Eren hahaha.

Next chapter will start with ERERI smex scenes (fujoshi mode on)

Have fun ~~~~~~ and more horror show! 3

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Shingeki no kyojin is not mine.

English is not my first language.

I can draw.

I like industrial songs.

My favorite food is sushi.

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CHAPTER 10

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The port city of Karanese was a place of ill fame even to the nobles.

A populated place that over the years has become degraded and full of corrupt people.

The garbage was dumped in the streets along with animal feces.

It was normal to find dead people during the great harbor that gave its name to the city.

The houses were small, some are so old that most people do not even know why they were still standing.

Most of the houses have been turned into cheap brothels, filled with straw mattresses with odor of sweat, full of fleas and plague.

Prostitutes rent these rooms and wave from the windows looking for possible clients. The price was expensive and most of them got hurt in the sex sessions. Many die for not having money to pay the night.

Men, women, children and elderly, most homeless and abandoned walk aimlessly in the stone streets.

An macabre image dawned with a constant fog. Every day appears a corpse hanging on the gallows, making it a feast for crows that always surround the sea.

Every day many ships bring smuggled goods and supply the basement with refugees.

The day was chaotic, mixed with the screams of the villagers trying to sell their wares to the voice of prostitutes waving above broken windows.

A duel occurred with two drunken men in the center of the square. Many people stopped to watch and bet on who was going to live.

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Meanwhile two figures followed hurried to the dock, waiting for the next ship.

A blonde boy held Hanji's hands, the plague doctor, she was dressed in black and wearing the usual mask.

A group from circus imitated his hasty steps, doing stunts on the muddy street, begging for pennies - but few gave them attention.

"I don't like this place" He said to himself while avoiding to look to the crowd.

Some sailors whistled as he passed, laughing and making obscene gestures to draw his attention but even the bravest man of the sea decided to stay away from this type of doctor.

In the poor districts they were synonyms of bad luck, bringing death with the stick.

She decided to ignore these people and continued walking calmly towards the harbor crowded with peasants.

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Both were silent for a few seconds.

She knew Rivaille fled the city with other refugees in a ship.

That was the strangest thing she saw in her life...since she was a plague doctor and saw many patients with weird symptoms all day.

Why Rivaille would be exposed to a group of refugees if he could order his own subordinates to pick him up?

Something was strange...maybe he is in a hurry...

She received a message from Jean ... something bad happened in Trost...dead returned to life, and Rivaille was bringing a refugee.

In the eyes of a doctor a refugee is an excellent guinea pig for experiments. If only he would leave her to conduct an autopsy ... the prisoner's blood may contain a cure ... she should investigate everything.

Her eyes looked to the young man beside her. He was shy, Rivaille was not a man to give gifts or warm smiles... then why he decided to save this guy in Shinganshina?

The boy seems afraid till the shadow and cringe every time when someone spoke to him.

Despite the strange behavior and amnesia she got used to his presence, but Hanji chose not to give him a name... no name matches with his fragile and angelic face. He seems not to care about this. . . . A black smoke cutted the sky.

The ship anchored just over an hour later.

Many people gathered to welcome all passengers, most avoided Hanji who seemed not to care about the hostile stares that were directed at her.

One of the guards whispered something in the ear of his commander, they began to lose control over the situation.

A craftsman quickly rolled out a red carpet as a florist decorated the floor with white flowers in a hurry.

Musicians were positioned with their instruments .

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People were forced to move away from the port. The only ones who don't have left was Hanji and the blond boy, who was as confused as the crowd.

"You will see" She nudged his arm lightly "Rivaille always appears in sumptuous presentations."

"Rivaille is the lord of the castle, Lady Hanji?"

She smiled behind the mask.

"Yes, yes... that's a long history."

"How does he look like?"

"He look like he is in a bad mood all time hahahaha..." She touched his head with her gloved hands "In fact he is a very difficult person to deal. I never understand him at all." Her voice was strained, after that she dropped her hand on his hair.

He nodded and decided to look for that endless sea, imagining how it would feel to swim and find new lands outside the walls.

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Prostitutes smoked o the pavement covered in mud, wearing little clothing, even though the cold season.

Two gargoyle statues towered at berth, both were made of bronze and had their wings raised as if they take flight.

A skull was deposited at the feet of those monstrosities. Around them grew grass and small blue flowers.

The blond boy noticed when a seagull landed on the prey, followed by more three, ignoring the strong odor of decaying human head, high enough for all to see.

The ship approached, the rhythmic bass drums made his heart throb with noise.

Some beggars dragged on, so they could see who it was that important person that came to this place.

Some were there with gangrenous wounds. Flies landed on the leg of a man who poked his wounds with fingers covered in mud.

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"Ohhh! There he is!" Ranji pointed to a man dressed all in black.

He held in his lap a figure shrouded with one of your clothes.

He came down from the red carpet, while all the people around him bow while he was passing, his steps were firm and soft without any noise, like he was gliding on the water.

Soldiers provided continence while a musician announced its entry with harps.

Rivaille calmly walked over petals without moving his eyes and ignoring the crowd as if there was nobody there.

The person sighed in his lap and he pulled the cloth from his face, revealing a pale face with straight brown hair, he looked very ill.

Many beggars around him raised his arms, dressed with dirty and smelly clothes, begging for anything he could provide.

The royal guards stopped the crowd that began to mingle and run to take the chance to draw your attention.

Meanwhile the population that followed him remained in silent, the image of Trost caused many deaths.

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Nobody dared to step on the petals reserved for Rivaille.

The sun reflected the shadow of one of the statues on the ground, creating the image of a giant monster with horns.

One child cried in mother's lap recalling the terrifying moments spent in Trost.

A murmur of lamentation joined the beggar's petitions.

Three hanged bodies swayed with the wind, guts were exposed to the sun with flies, rats and crows feasted together with the corpses.

Two boys hurled stones on the left hanged man. Was written on the forehead of a woman with her own blood "Slut".

They stopped to see a coffin approaching.

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A procession passed along with four men who carried a golden coffin with the lid open.

Two women with their faces covered by scarves were holding scented candles to ward off the smell of rot.

It was superstition to bury all women who die virgins near the sea, the gargoyles would bring protection to the bereaved family.

The mother wore a black hat onhead and cried a lot. She approached the coffin to see her daughter for the last time when suddenly she screamed shrilly.

Blood dripped from her neck to the ground.

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The girl rose from the coffin already smudged with dirt, crawling slowly up to the woman that moaned in pain.

She smiled in a grotesque way and bit her arm. The woman screamed for someone to help but the crowd dispersed with fear.

The veil that covered her face was stained with blood.

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The smell of Eren caught her attention. She began to stagger and reach out directly to Rivaille, screaming from pain while part of her bones was detached from body.

He realized that she was faster than the other monsters he faced... they can evolve?

His body ached but he didn't outlined any reaction of pain.

He would not let anything or anyone touch HIS Eren.

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The defunct overbalanced and fell, a piece of brain disintegrated in front of his eyes.

He took the opportunity to catch the gun and shoot three times in her head.

In a few seconds the guards surrounded him.

"Stay away. I don't need protection. I already take care of this situation. All of you are a bunch of pigs that don't deserve to live!"

He approached slowly, like an animal stalking the prey.

The woman moaned as she held her daughter in her arms. Pieces of skull were scattered on the floor.

"No, please... have mercy on my daughter... the woman kneeled at his feet, blood streaming from her eyes, nose and ear. Let me at least make the funeral."

Rivaille unsheathed a sword.

"You will also have a funeral."

The crows took flight. The two heads rolled at his feet, flooding the stone floor with a crimson liquid.

"Where are you now when I need it most, Hanji?"

He approached to her as the population moved away in fear. Their footprints left a trail of destruction and blood, the same occurred all time in the battlefield.

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"What did you just do?" - The Plague Doctor babbled as she stretched her hand trying to reach the headless corpse - they would make good samples and...

"There are several of them in Trost, if you want SAMPLES, them, go back there."

She was silent as he carried the young man again in his arms, stroking his face with a lightness that surprised herself.

"Among the carriage."

The blond boy who watched all that terror was paralyzed with fear. Rivaille gave him a blank look ... as if it didn't matter if he will go with them or not.

He sighed and closed his eyes to the scene, the tears rolled down on his face without control.

Who was this man who killed so mercilessly and at the same time can look to someone full of passion?

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The carriage turned away from the port. Rivaille remove the hair with irregular cut from Eren's face all time, tracing the line of his mouth sometimes without gloves.

The icy touch in his hot face made the boy frown repeatedly.

"No questions." He looked to Hanji as she took off the mask to breathe better.

Eren was cold. Rivaille removed his overcoat without saying a word and covered his body like a blanket, their hands touched, his worry lines on his forehead give him a bad look.

"Do not look so depressed. I can stabilize the temperature until reach the castle... but this will take a while."

"Then do it."

"But he will suffer more pain..."

A look silenced her.

"Jean said that you had problems in Trost... Irvin at this point has already been reported". She changed the subject of the conversation.

"I don't care."

"Rivaille" Hanji sighed as she straightened her glasses, she spoke slowly as if she was dealing with a stubborn child. "you're hurt, let me at least examine..."

He ignored her and straightened Eren closer to his arms, whispering in his ear in a language that was forbidden among the nobles ... the accent of the commoners.

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The blonde looked away with his face burning with shame, their relationship was too intimate.

"He is delirious with fever because of injuries" She nodded, holding an ointment. "Will burn just a little... this will just prevent an infection. You have to hold him with strenght."

Eren opened his eyes with pain, he cried and bit his tongue.

A cloth with warm water was placed on his head.

He opened his eyes to hear the voice of a woman talking next to him.

"How do you feel?"

He moved closer to the heat source that held him in his arms, that peculiar scent...

Who ... are... - Eren closed his eyes. His mouth was connected with a stranger. In a few seconds he passed out again with pain and blood.