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Next chapter will be full of ERERI... yaoi~

Eren will start to fall in love... *smile*


Shingeki no Kyojin is not mine.

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What I have prepared for their relationship (ERERI) will leave you surprised, I hope.

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Special thanks for my awesome beta Yuki Kiryuu!

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Hitomi65 - thank you for read ... I prepared this chapter to fit the events on this history, the next will be focused on the development of the relationship and romance between Eren and Rivaille.

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Tennu - Petra is an amazing villain! For the next chapters ... Eren and Rivaille alone together all night yayy~~~


CHAPTER 22

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His eyes roamed over the place. Inside the castle things could operate differently, all the people were kept away, more for fear of Rivaille than anything else. Out of there it felt easy prey for thieves - he experienced this itself.

He embraced his own thin body. The cover would not be very useful for the cold but it could help him against the rain.

Armin looked at the sky full of gray clouds, the air brought rain and was windy strong, ruffling your hair and making it difficult to walk while their feet avoided the various pools of mud mingled with the dung of horses in the stables.

The sky was the same color of Rivaille cold eyes, that same stoic face was pulled into a scowl of pure contempt before they say goodbye.

"He's mine and you will not get him from me." His low voice echoed in his head as a threat, he would not be alive at that time if not for the interference of Hanji he did leave before his death was decreed. A force had been assembled even before he realized. He was alone and with just a hint of where to find Jean Kirschestein.

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His face turned red, at this point probably Eren would've read his letter.

It was an unwise thing he knew but Hanji could deliver directly to him and Eren would read about his true feelings. He sighed exasperatedly. What if the letter fell into the wrong hands? He not even think if Eren could read or not, what would his reaction be to write something so shameful as a woman in love?

Armin did not know how but when he put his hands on paper the words come out automatically, further increasing the theory that he should be someone scholar or scholar before losing his memory.

He looked back and saw the distant castle but still looked impressive. The man he would find was in the area, so he had only to follow the hostel right in accordance with the map in hand but Armin checked the internal pockets.

None.

He was lost.

Rivaille's face came again in his mind. He could imagine that cruel man touching and kissing Eren.

Eren, the only person who gave him a name and has the right to take his life.

"Jean Kirschtein?" A woman with a cloth tied around her head shooed him with a broom. "He is a mercenary! Don't you dare speak the name of that cursed man again!"

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"He is a tormented killer who carries the souls of the dead with him!" The owner of a tailor shop next shouted.

"Could you, please, at least describe me what he looks like?"

"A monster! A monster charging souls, no doubt he eat humans alive! This man was one of those responsible for the destruction of Trost along with the master..."

"Shhh... Do not speak the name of our Lord here! The walls have ears, do you want to die?"

"Do you mean... Rivaille?" Armin asked, indifferent at people's reaction when they hear the name of the noble. A woman who was milking a cow fell on her back, knocking over the milk.

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"I am Jean Kirschtein." A burly man approached Armin, his breath was stanking wine. "What business do you have with me?"

"Please, tell me her name."

"From who?"

"The woman who hired you."

"I have not been hired by anyone!" The drunk staggered on his back. "But what a girl as pretty as you are doing here alone?" His smile widened, forming the outline of a mouth with several rotten teeth.

His face was in half with a hideous scar that went down to his chin, he had a piece of his right ear. Armin took two steps back and fell to the ground.

"Now be a good girl and follow me over there so we can talk better." He point...

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People just stared at him scared and moved away. Armin felt his body tremble with fear and disgust to be touched by that filthy man.

"You have a very pretty face girl... I think I'll steal you for myself." He grabbed him and threw him hard in an alley on garbage strewn. Sewage ran down the pier, he felt the foul smell mixed with sweat.

"You've come so far, princess. I can give you what you came for." The man began to unfasten the belt of his pants with his other hand he grabbed his neck.

"Help," he could speak, his voice cracking in the crowd "Please, Eren..."

"Scream more, I love how you girls helpless."

"Let go of me!" His eyes was filled with tears, that was his end, if only he had any sharp object..."

"Hey piece of shit, what are you doing with her? Armin slowly opened his eyes to look at the other man who came. The blonde stifled a scream with both hands, he felt the pain of having his hair yanked brutally at the hands of the man. A tall young man of about twenty years have post in his front.

"Are you looking for Jean-Kirschstein? That's me!"

Jean approached him with a haughty look, measuring Armin from head to toe.

"What's a lady like you are doing alone here in this place?"

He pushed the blonde back ...

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"Please, do not kill him."

"Hã? He tried to rape you! Not if I rip his balls and shove them down his throat will not serve as a worthy punishment for this filthy trash!"

"You're already calling enough attention here," Armin curtsied. "I just want to escort you to the castle and keep the promise I made to lord Rivaille."

"Escort? He just told you, alone? How long are you expecting me on this gate?"

"You look disappointed."

"By having a reception like yours? Never."

They both looked at the alley where the man was, he had already fled.

Armin looked to the sky, embracing his body smeared with dirt and mud, he tasted a salty taste on his lips, it was his own tears.

Jean took his coat and threw it over the head of blond, his face was flushed, although not from the sun that day.

"Get rid of that cover, its filthy."

He smiled but then immediately realized that the man avoided eye contact. He was so filthy that he could be ignored that way? When Armin dressed the longcoat he felt warm, the sleeves were long and he had to fold several times to get to his body size, almost dragging on the ground. A musky wood smell invaded his nostrils, it was comforting. Both remained silent for a few seconds.

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The mercenary that he should escort was nothing like what he had imagined. Why would someone who can lend their own clothes can be so cruel and cursed by the locals? A crow cawed and flew up, breaking the momentary peace which both found in that moment.

Jean clucked, crows were always a bad sign. "It's weird."

"What?"

"It's a strange border region may have a few guards. I've been through a boundary before and was more guarded than this."

Two guards were sitting, chatting casually, both had branches of flowers hung on spears tied with a red ribbon. They smiled and waved at the two who were standing in the way. A woman expelled some chickens with a straw broom.

"Only you do not know what's going on there?" A tall man took a long sip of wine and wiped his mouth with the back of the hand. "Right now the Lord is doing the mating ritual and I'll die here old, forgotten in the midst of these pigs!"

His companion nodded to them and brandished his spear as he staggered limply to the ground.

"Mating?" Armin said as he shook his overcoat more about him, he felt his body lighter and more tears fell on his face.

"Yes... and it seems that the bride is beautiful, but nothing compares to you, cutie." The first guard tried to comfort him, thinking that they were tears of envy. "I'd rather go out with you anyway."

"And what is her name?"

"Heh, looks like it's a boy."

The drunk downed what was left of the wine on the floor, the rest fell like a pool of blood. "I think that is Eren... Eren something."

At that time Armin no longer felt cold, hunger, fear or distress. Just an emptiness inside of his being, until he saw all black and passed without a word.


BONUS~

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The man before her was not beautiful, but he had power. Petra slowly loosened her dress over her shoulders, exposing a portion of her neck and smiled to see his reaction, he was soaked by her beauty. Auruo Bossard would be helpful if she could master him. Her footsteps echoed on the marble delicate black input of the mansion. Auruo was a young nobleman who managed to accumulate great wealth, without heirs or parents, he was raised alone and since as a child he harbored a passion for a beautiful lady who now is running to his feet.

"Oh my lord!" Petra withdrew the veil so he could see her face, tears were present, blurring all the makeup. "I am so grateful to know that you my lord is full with health!"

"What happened, Petra? Why are you crying so desperately?"

"The square, the central square they..."

"What happened?"

"I'm so glad you have not been, if anything happened to your person I would give my life in its place."

"Do not say such a thing!" He pulled her into a comforting hug, running his hands through her hair, sliding them gently on her fache His lips were cracked and swollen, Petra knew Auruo loved riding but he always had a problem to bite his tongue and even his own lips as he rode.

She hated his expression, their gestures, their words. The lady closed her eyes and imagined Rivaille caressing her body, she let out a sigh of pleasure and looked directly into his face. She would do anything to have him in her arms, even if it is necessary to use another man for it.

"I do not even know how I managed to escape from there."

"I knew I should not have left you alone, Petra. I should have gone along with you. I could..."

"No." She laid a finger on his lips. "I'm happy with you here, my lord, by my side." She smiled and decided to complete her plan at that time.

"I suffered a great humiliation this is the fault of fate that is cursing myself for being so weak and unworthy of living. There was fighting and many people were injured. I came to think it was my fault. I was not there I... I..."

He squeezed the most comforting hug around her body, causing her to stop shaking.

"None of this is your fault."

"People were uncontrolled, they began to kill each other..."

"Rivaille also managed to escape?"

"I...I don't know." She burst into tears again. "I went to visit him once and he broke his engagement with me, he even spit on my feet."

Auruo stiffened, she smiled again. "Only you, my lord, may become my salvation."

"And what can I do for you, my love? You know I love you and always will love you even after death."

She sighed and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Only you, my lord, can make me forget him and avenge my reputation."

"Should I kill him?"

"No...I want him to pass what I've passed. Destroy his weak point, leave him helpless to the point of breaking into madness."

"What do you want, my beloved."

"By the laws of the land and kingdom he will not be able to interfere, if not the challenged may die."

She gave him a long kiss in the mouth, their tongues intertwined for a few minutes... "Is that like Rivaille would equal?" She thought.

"Challenge his lover to a duel with swords, after Rivaille you, my Lord, is the best. The boy will not survive. Pull out his heart and destroy into pieces in front of the person he loves the most, do it with him still alive."

"That shall will be."