Three days. It's been three days in this hell hole. Hell hole that Levi would be stuck in until his court trial. He had been appointed a lawyer, but clearly a shitty one since he kept insisting that there was too much evidence and that Levi should just plead guilty. A cowards way out. A way that would end Levi between 3-7 years in jail. 3-7 years without Eren. He couldn't do that. He couldn't go that long without his green eyed beauty. But as far as everyone else was concerned he had to. It was the law. Fuck the law.

Mikasa POV

He barely talks anymore. Eren used to be so full of life, never shutting up and that was one of Mikasa's favourite things about him. But not now. Not since he had been saved three days ago. He just sat there, as if unaware of his surroundings. She sighed, picking up a plate with eggs and toast on it. Scrambled, how he liked it.

"Eat Eren." She said as she set down the plate, making Eren jump slightly. He had been too lost in thought overnight to realize it was already morning. A third day with no Levi. He glanced at the plate, almost contemplating eating it. But he couldn't. It reminded him of his first morning with Levi, the man making him scrambled eggs and how often the man made eggs like that afterwards. Eren shook his head before he pushed it away, like he did to most of his meals. He didn't want to eat right now. He didn't want to be here.

"Eren you can't keep skipping meals." Mikasa protested, pushing the plate back towards him.

"Why not?"

"You need to be healthy."

"Why?"

"Because people care about you Eren."

"Levi cared about me."

Mikasa stood quickly, glaring at her brother. Every single time. Every single time she had tried to talk to him about anything it always came back to Levi. Nothing annoyed her more.

"Levi's a criminal! He doesn't love you! You don't love him!" She couldn't help but snap. Day after day after day Eren was the same and he refused to admit the fact that Levi wasn't coming back into his life anytime soon. Anytime at all if it were up to Mikasa.

"Shut up! Shut up Mikasa! You keep saying that but you don't know him! You just assumed and ruined his life! Our life! Don't fucking say that he doesn't love me. Don't fucking say that I don't love him!" Eren slammed both his hands on the table as he stood, glaring at Mikasa.

"Eren you're being an idiot! He kidnapped you! Held you against your will! Now sit back down and eat for once!"

"Fuck you Mikasa. You're not my saviour. You ruined my life and you ruined his." He knew he was being irrational. He knew he was being illogical but Eren didn't care. Not one bit. All he cared about was the fact that no one seemed to ever believe him. He did love Levi. He knew he loved Levi. Levi loved him too. He knew that. Nothing would change that. So he repeated it over and over in his head as he sat down, grabbing a fork and eating. He would need Mikasa to trust him even a little if he wanted to find a way to see Levi again.

Hanji POV

It had taken a bit to convince the police to let them see Levi but they had managed it. Being a neurologist with a minor in psychology comes in handy when you want to analyze someone to plead for insanity. Which is the lie they told the police. That Levi would plead for insanity.

"If it isn't my little ball of gloom!" They announced as they stepped into the meeting room. Levi was seated in a chair on one side of the table, Hanji was almost struck by déjà vu when they saw him. The greasy hair, sunken face, dark circles under his eyes, Levi looked like a mirror image of what he did all those years ago in high school. The way he looked before he had kidnapped Principal Church.

"Is Eren with you?" The first words that their friend spoke to them, and it was those. This wasn't looking good. This wasn't looking good at all.

"No he isn't. I've been so busy trying to get to see you that I haven't checked on him yet. I'm sure Mikasa is taking good care of him." Hanji tried giving their friend a smile, but they only got a blank look in return.

"You came here... With no Eren. No news on Eren. Telling me that he's been staying with that crazy sister of his that tore us apart?" Levi deadpanned, seething anger on the inside, but he couldn't let it show. He knew that the police were watching them.

"Uh... Yes." Hanji said, realizing their mistake. What were the chances of Levi even talking if there was nothing to bribe him with. If there was no information on Eren to give him. Probably low chances. Hanji was surprised he hadn't gotten up and walked out by now.

"Then why the fuck are you here?"

"To help you plead insanity."

Eren POV

He had trouble sleeping. Everytime he closed his eyes the same scene would play. Levi being dragged away over and over in front of him. Levi gone. People promising that he wouldn't come back as if that's what Eren wanted. That's not what he wanted. Once again he sat up, climbing out of bed. The clock read midnight. Eren didn't care. He needed some air. He would go on a walk.

He wasn't sure where, but he doubted he would go back to his favourite park or his favourite cafe again. Too many memories. Instead he walked in the opposite direction. As far from any memories as he could. Until he found himself in a part of town he had never been too. Flashing lights surrounded him and huge signs pointed him towards an abundance of clubs and bars. Seemed like the perfect place to forget everything.

That's how Eren found himself seated on a plush red sofa in the front row of a strip club. The lights were low given how late it was, and the dancers were getting lazy, not too many customers at this time. But Eren didn't mind as he stared at the glass of scotch in his hands. He didn't know what had possessed him to order it, but he had, and it reminded him of Levi.

"Hey you look a little down. Need some cheering up?" A tall tan woman with short brown hair pulled back into a ponytail wearing an outfit that could barely be considered underwear slid next to Eren. Her face looked blank but she had a certain fire behind her eyes.

"Oh.. Uh no thanks. I'm kind of taken, in a way..." Eren stuttered out, surprised by the woman's sudden appearance. But she just laughed, throwing her arm over the back of the sofa.

"I only dance for ladies, I'm too gay for you kiddo. I was offering to talk." She held out a hand for Eren to shake. "I'm Ymir."

"Eren." He took Ymir's hand and shook it quickly. "Yeah. I think I could use someone to talk to." He said, wondering how much help a stripper would be, but the idea of talking to a stranger sounded nice.

"So what's got you down kiddo? It's been awhile since we had a guy come in so late and sit there staring at his glass instead of us." Ymir didn't waste any time beating around the bush. This kid was an oddity sure, but Ymir had a feeling that he'd have an interesting story.

"My boyfriend got locked in jail for kidnapping me." Eren got the message to be blunt and replied the same way back to Ymir.

"Hoo boy. There's gotta be a story behind that one. I want to hear that story. Tell me more mystery kid." Ymir relaxed on the sofa, preparing herself for a story that may have made her regret staying late a little less.

It took almost 2 hours for Eren to finish his story. Starting from the first message until the day Levi was dragged away and every moment in between. Levi breaking his phone, changing the locks, waking him up way too early, and the absurd rules. But he also mentioned all the good things, staying up late together, Levi making his meals, watching movies, talking about anything, when he was finally taken outside and how exciting it was, and he found he couldn't leave out the kisses that had shocked him but made him feel so special. He finished the story with why he was here so late, why he couldn't sleep, why he couldn't close his eyes.

But not only was he explaining, he found himself actually sipping at the scotch as he talked. It was almost soothing. It reminded him of Levi, but he found it wasn't in a bad way.

Ymir seemed to be listening a bit too intently, too interested in this stranger that had wandered into a strip club. She herself wasn't too interested in it but she wanted to remember as much as she could so that she could tell her girlfriend about it later. She knew Historia would love to meet this kid.

By the time Eren had ended up his story with why he had ended up in the club it had been closed for the night. He began the long trek home. It was harder finding his way back to the apartment building, but he managed to make it back before the sun rose. Getting inside at around 4. His hand clenched around the piece of paper in his pocket. One that Ymir had given him when they parted. He pulled out the paper and uncrumpled it, reading it to himself.

"Kiddo,
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