How are ya guys! :D I'm here, at around 10:30 PM, which is earrrrly! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter! New character development, and some confessions made. Finally.

Thank you for all reviews, favs, and reviews! It means A LOT to me!

anyway, This chapter was kinda hard for me to write, since I've never been 'in love'. But, I'm a total sucker for romance xD anyway, next chap will mostly be the rest of Erens memories.

i don't know what else to say o.o

oh well, enjoy!

"Do you know my brother?" Mikasa asked, sitting down in the desk across from Levi, tapping her shoe.

"Eren? Ah, yes. That brat. He used to be one of my cases for destroying property and homicide, but that has been moved to another building, and is not in my hands anymore." Levi replied, picking his pencil up. The tension between the two were very obvious, sending waves of hate and annoyance to the other.

"Ah,I see." Mikasa answered, putting her hand over her hand, she leaned back, and was in a thought process. "I want a yes or no for answer, got it?" She said sternly.

Levi rolled his eyes. "Whatever, sure."

"Find Eren." She said bluntly.

"What-"

"Find Eren."

Levi sighed, running his hand though his hair. "Look, I don't-"

"Answer. Find Eren."

You could think you saw a vein pop when Mikasa said that, and sighed irately. "No. I don't want to find him." Levi said calmly, but his chest was crunched, telling himself that it was an awful lie.

"Too. Bad." Mikasa replied immediately, standing up. "Your finding him, even if I have to use force." She glared at him, and, if he was any other normal being, he would've begged to come with her.

Levi sent a glare back. "Do you think you can actually fight me?" He asked, amused.

"I've made it alive by fighting gangsters and robbers of advanced levels, and I've beaten them in minutes. A midget like you will be easy to carry." She smirked, as if laughing at him.

"..." Levi was about to say something, when Hanji came bursting in.

"Ahh! What a great idea, young lady! You know, I couldn't of said it better!" She squealed, practically throwing Levi out of his seat. "You can go on home missy, I got him! Well find him in no time! Since ya know, he DOES have a crush on him.." She explained, smiling big and wide.

Mikasas eyes widened. "WHA-" the doors were shut by the other assistants, and Hanji was practically in heaven. "Well, there ya go! Let's go find him!" She exclaimed, and was skipping around the room.

"Hanji, what the fucking hell are you doing?!" He yelled at her, him throwing a notebook at her, Hanji dodging it.

"Why, I'm just helping you! It's for your job, right?" She asked, voice not wavering.

"Why, of course not-" Levi's mouth snapped shut. He just said that. What... Did he just say? Levi's eyes widened, and he couldn't deny it. Couldn't hide it. Couldn't drown it. Couldn't burn it. Couldn't throw it away. He admitted it. "Of course not, Hanji. It's for me." He growled, throwing on a jacket.

If Hanjis smile could get any bigger, it did then.

"Now come on, I have no fucking clue where the brat is." He mumbled, grabbing his keys from the desk.

"Why don't you just use the power of love?" She squeaked in a sing-song voice.

Levi rolled his eyes. "I don't like the brat, idiot." He spat, peeking into the hallway to see if Mikasa was there. He didn't want another lecture.

"Oh, suuuuuure." Hanji rolled her eyes, skipping down the hall. "I wonder how long it will take you to figure that one out..." She questioned to herself quietly.

"Hanji, you're an idiot."

"Said the idiot who's in love."

Levi cringed, and Hanjis laughter kept going until they were in the parking lot.

"Sir, it's about time." A voice noted.

The room was dark, filled with only the lights of computers coving the single decorated wall. The floor was made of dark marble, and the walls were painted pitch black. There was a wooden desk and a black leather chair that sat in the middle, facing the computer screens. In those screens, were a many images. A jungle. A cave. A weapon. A creature. Two body's, dead, lying next to each other. One person in the process of killing the other. People screaming away from a beast. Some running away from each other. One crying. One eating. Every computer was focused on one being, and all of them had lockets on them.

A man was sitting in the chair, in a black suit and had his legs crossed, examining each one closely. At the noise of his assistant, he barely turned. "Ah, Eren. I almost forgot about him." The deep voice said, and twirled around, elbows on his legs and head on his hands. In the light, you could barely see the color of his hair. "But, of course, how can I forget my greatest invention."

The assistant bowed deeply. "In approxamently two days, three hours, twenty minutes and fifty-seven seconds from now, is when his time is up, sir. Action?"

The man stood up. "Why, send me a helicopter. We must pick him up before he does something stupid." The man grumbled. "I examined him a while ago, and he's meeting up with a man that looks familiar. I don't want Eren falling in love with something so awful." He concluded, starting to walk down the room. "I'm going to my quarters. Call me over the intercom if. You'd like to talk to me." He said, pasting the man and walking down the bright white hallway.

The boy sighed, and barely managed to whisper, "I'm afraid it's to late to stop it."

Eren was bored. Oh so very bored. He had ran out of places to blow up, and he didn't want to get in touch with anyone. Armin had called him, telling him that Reiner had woken up and Bertholdt seemed unusually happy. Then Armin told Eren about Bertholdt's confession, Eren wasn't very surprised. It had been very obvious in middle school, along with Jeans infatuation with Marco.

What had made Eren sad most of the time was how he actually thought Levi might of actually helped him. He was stupid; why would a police detective like him help a novice criminal like him? Why would he even want to be with him? Eren had forced him each time they met.

But then, Eren wished that Levi wouldn't make him so damn confused. The peck on the cheek, the forehead, the conversations, the looks (including the glares) they gave to each other, all meant a lot to Eren. Since, sadly, he had fallen.

For Levi.

He didn't know how it happened, but he had realized it the minute Levi had driven away. He wanted to go after him, scream at him not to leave. To help him, to talk to him, maybe even smile with him. He just wanted to be near him, and embrace him. But, Levi abandoned Eren. So it wouldn't ever happen.

Is this what Hannes felt like? Having that fuzzy feeling, but then like your body's ripping apart and your mind is filled with that person. Where all you want to do is just be there beside them, and nothing else. Where, if it isn't mutual, it was so painful it felt worse than burning in hell. It was such a scary feeling. Yet, he loved every minute at the same time.

Eren was sitting at the park, on a old bench near a concession stand with a mascot. It was green, had spikes and sharp teeth, and red eyes. Creepy, but Eren didn't think much of it. He kept making little designs in the dirt with a stick.

A while later, Eren saw some fourth or fifth graders walk up to the stand. They looked at the mascot, and one of them screamed. The others laughed.

"Oh my god, that scared me!"
"We got that, idiot."
"What is that thing, anyway?"

"I don't know, but all I know is that it is a monster."

And Eren saw a million images flash before his eyes at those words.