You will (not) believe
"Bullshit."
"Believe whatever you want."
Levi was terribly anxious as he paced around like a prowling cat, his hands clenched tightly around his own arms and he gritted his teeth, accidentally skewering his bottom lip. With his boots echoing off the walls he groaned in frustration - it felt like hours.
They said they would bring him back.
And oh, how so desperate he wanted him to come back.
He gnawed on his knuckles to refrain himself from screaming - the success rate they told him was only fifteen percent; yet it was an opportunity. He's rather paranoid however, about the outcome. What if the man was lying to him? He wished he wasn't so desperate now. He'd rather a dead, empty shell instead of a dead shell and a dead soul. He knew that his body broke down years ago and there was nothing that could stop it; not even with the technology they have now. It was like the new (but rare) genetic trend among the society, cancering the people and engulfing them starting from the skin to the core.
In the end, it's just another dead body.
"You look a little thinner now."
"I noticed. I'm eating my dinner, you watched me well."
"I know. Do you want to go to a doctor?"
"It'll pass. Don't worry."
Levi never wanted to let go of him. If he hadn't had a strong composure he would've slept in the graveyard next to his body every day of his death. He loved him so, so much, more than the dead shell could've ever imagined. He would give him everything. Anything. Even a flying pig would do; he is serious.
Because to him, he's just everything. His brown, soft locks and his beautiful face; eyes filled with pure teal and slightly naughty tongue, but no negativity came out past his lips. His slender figure, his honey-tan complexion and slightly chiseled stomach - perhaps he had giggled when Levi first commented on his round booty of his, piano fingers and lanky legs, slightly broad shoulders and set jaw, a grin that reached his eyes and showed his teeth. Levi never needed a house, a job, or even the goddamn world; his lips were his entertainment, his feelings were Levi's responsibility and his heart was his home.
He would always be home.
He would be there in their goddamn cramped apartment painted beige - but decorated with posters of rock bands he loved, the house smelling of honey and cinnamon, shelves stacked with books scribbled in with notes or pointless commentaries, and he'd be there, either complaining about one of his cookies a little deformed or the cherries were a little too pale on chocolate cake. Either way, when the door opens, rain or sunshine, he'd run up to him and embrace his man, one wrapping an arm around the waist and one thrown over the neck, lips meeting in a silent greeting. Sometimes one of them would be a little bit greedy and they'd both topple over the couch, licking each other's tongues with no recognition of the next-door-neighbor's 'shut the fuck up' or the smell of burnt cupcakes in the kitchen.
Their kisses would be deep, their tongues moving in synchronisation and their legs tangled. Levi would bury his fingers in the brown locks and slip in a hand underneath his shirt, and he would break away to softly pant at his touch, letting out small moans whenever he liked whatever Levi did to make him feel good.
"Mmn... Levi..." he breathed out, pressing their bodies closer until there were no gaps left between their sweaty chests, Levi's hot tongue licking up his neck while his hands worked elsewhere down past his shirt.
"Can I really love you... Eren?"
"What kind of dumb question is that? Of course you can. I love you."
Levi whipped his head around.
"Uh... Mr... Ackermann?"
"Yeah."
"You can see him now." the man dressed in surgeon-like clothing said. Then he added with a concerned tone; "When you're ready."
Being so long in a dead shell for three years and seeing him up and alive was seriously a big step for Levi. This meant that he could actually see him again - but he was so, so scared. The man that came into his doorstep had already told him the side effects or some weird aftermaths of the surgery - what if it was the Eren he never even met before? Had they replaced him?
Had they used him?
He trembled, feeling his lungs tighten as he leaned heavily against the wall.
Start system?
! Yes
No
Starting system... searching previously saved data; no data found. Setting profile... Starting data record function... Functioning basic systematic movements...
System started. Proceed?
! Yes
No
Proceeding system.
System successfully started.
He wobbled a little bit, taking in deep breaths; as deep as he could, before shutting his lips tight and blowing through his nose like a horse. Feeling his legs fail him like the way Eren's head flopped to the side without support of a subject, he followed the surgeon through the hallways of many chairs and waiting people for their loved ones. Levi's breaths hitched when they go another way - he didn't know there was another part of the hospital, and the surgeon wasn't leading him into a patient room! Through heavy metal doors that unlocked with a code, both stepped into the darkness until they came upon a huge assembly-like room, however empty.
Its was sort of like a factory with no machines. People were gathered, doing whatever assignment they were given. Levi's heart beat faster - what the hell is exactly going on? Was Eren put in some special part of the hospital?
"He's in this room." the surgeon said.
It was a metal door. Grabbing the handle with a sweaty palm, Levi opened the door crack by crack, his breaths getting more erratic by the second.
He walked into the room. There were monitors beeping and more wires and tubes just like the hospice. With a gulp, Levi closed his eyes as he grabbed the curtains, flinging it away, and opening his eyes wide.
And he wished he hadn't as bricks fell on top of his head, and the dark clouds descended upon him.