Here's my cruel world prompt. i know it's late, but wheee eremika my OTP!Comment if you like :)


The world is merciless.

Only during then does she fully understand the meaning of that motto.

Somehow, mankind manages to defeat the litter the street as comrades weave their way through the streets, voices hysterical. Nobody is hurt severely-thank God- but Mikasa doesn't care about that. For the first time the young woman is scared. Scared of the unknown. Scared for him. The world is big now, vast space waiting to be explored. But none of that matters, none of it compares to her want, her selfish need for him to be alright. Because she can't live without him. She can't move without him. The young boy that unknowingly took her heart. The boy that gave her a reason to fight. His desire is her motivation. He is the light to her darkness.

Surveying the area for Eren, Mikasa sees a falling Titan. She runs up to him, frantic, but relieved. He is panting heavily, the Titan's carcass slowly evaporating. Steam is all around. She touches him. Hot.

"Are you alright?" She gasps, heart thumping wildly. Ashen eyes scan his form for any bruises, any cuts, any sign that he is most certainly not. None are found, but still… ..

If only she could calm the rocket in her chest.

She looks up, and sees his eyes- a beautiful kaleidoscope- a waterfall. He is crying, tears pooling on his soft cheek. Gingerly, he wipes them away.

His voice is small. "Where are you?" He fumbles, pats her face, her raven strands, until he reaches her shoulders. Fingers latch onto them, securely holding. Eren smiles a watery smile.

"I'm so glad you're okay.."

He shudders against her, an inundation of emotions. She cups his tear-streaked face in her hands. "It's all over," he breathes. He doesn't respond to her touch, eyes staring lifelessly ahead. Dried blood is on his cheek. She wipes it away, worried. Something nags at her, but she ignores it.

Mikasa picks Eren up, shifting his weight to her back. He slumbers, exhausted, and her mind races.

Is he..?

Can he really not?

Eren.

She reaches his barracks, discarding him gently on the soft bed. Hanji steps in, a worried look on her features. Eyes dart to the slumbering form, then back to the young lady occupying his chair.

"He didn't know where I was," she explains, as the scientist crosses the room. A knowing look passes between the two.

"Hey, Eren," Hanji calls softly.

He stirs. "Who's that?"

"It's me, Hanji. I just need to do some tests to make sure everything's alright. Congratulations," she adds.

She moves to his side, checking his pupils, asking him boy responds, albeit a bit frightened. When everything's over, the two women's suspicions are confirmed.

Eren is blind.


Their trip outside the walls isn't delayed, much to Mikasa's reluctance. Eren insists that he is fine, really, and to go on without me. Of course, that option is not even there, as the blind teen needs help with everything. He has gotten used to his inability to see, but there are still frantic moments where he fumbles for somethings, hands pressing on blank space.

How ironic, she thinks. How ironic that something that separates him from everybody else brings the pair together. It is bittersweet, she thinks, that he can never see the glorious vastness of the earth. How he can never see the fruit of his reapings.

She is tender now, less chiselled. He hesitates, unsure. She presses him,urges him with an it's okay, I don't want anybody else and you're fine. She takes the lead, and is perfectly fine with that. Nights are spent with Eren tracing her face, memorizing every dip, every crevice.

His hold on her is now tighter, more secure. She doesn't mind, relishes his strong hands.

He asks her is it okay, are you sure you want to do this?

Of course it is, she replies. That doesn't matter. You're beautiful, with or without it.

It's true, and while his eyes are dulled, they still have a soft light to them. It is still heart-breaking, but gradually, Mikasa learns to accept it. After all, she has him now.

"Be my eyes," he tells her. So she does, telling him everything, - the water's cold! and really salty- basking in the smile that lights his face.

Their moments are more intimate, Eren constantly holding her hand. The first night, he is wary. He relaxes as she holds him, nerves lost in a frenzy of lips and up feelings are released, two bodies intertwined as one.

The world is merciless..

But also very beautiful.