A/N: Riren time! *does a little dance* Gosh I feel like I made them all way too OOC but that's probably how they're gonna stay so... oh well :D Enjoy! (PS: this chapter took me forever to write, ugh)

IMPORTANT: so I edited chp 1, and instead of Reiner being the one who got away, it is now Thomas (that dude who dies in ep. 5 I think... so yeah!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Snk or its characters!

Chapter 2: The Interview

Eren fit the key into the lock and turned it as slowly and softly as he could. He heard a click and pushed open the door, breathing out in relief when the door didn't creak loudly like it usually did. He jiggled the key out and shut the door. The brunette cautiously stepped into the hallway, toeing his sneakers off as he went before padding into the kitchen; the wooden floors not doing him much good as he tried to muffle his steps. He set the bag of food on the marble countertop and glanced over at the clock on the front of the oven. 6:00 am. Eren sighed, might as well get some more sleep. He left the kitchen and walked past the front hall before stopping at the first door.

He opened it a crack, making sure that his sister was home safe and sound from her late shift as a part-time nurse at the nearby hospital. Her black hair was in disarray all over her pillow and she was completely still except for her chest rising and falling with her deep and steady breaths. Satisfied, Eren closed her door before walking past the bathroom and finally entering his room. He shucked off his pants and T-shirt, leaving him clad only in his black boxers. Pulling back the covers, he fell onto the bed with a heavy fwump and wormed his way under the mountain of warm blankets and sheets.

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hmph... Mffugh... something soft and furry rubbed itself against Eren's face and sharp teeth nipped at his nose. He groaned, pushed the fur away from his face and then laughed. Eren was feeling nicely refreshed and he stretched languidly, popping his back and joints while trying to wake up his still slumbering muscles. An adorable little mewl sounded at Eren's ear and the boy reached out to grab the mass of warm fuzziness. "Titan, my fabulous ball of fluff, as much as I love and adore you- which I must admit is very much- I do not appreciate it when you bite my nose. It hurts." He looked at his cat seriously, staring into at the black tabby's brilliant saffron eyes. "I'm going to have to ask you to refrain from doing so in the future."

Titan meowed and nipped him in the nose again.

"Mghff! Ow, Titan! Ugh, you know what, you're just too cute. Bite me all you want, sweetums! My nose shall be the file on which you sharpen your teeth- onward, Titan!" Titan proceeded to bite and lick Eren's face, purring all the while.

"You know, it is seriously weird when you talk to that thing like it's a person."

"Mikasa!" Eren looked at his sister who was standing at the doorway with the bag that Armin had given him earlier that morning. "Don't insult Titan! He is not a thing, he is a cat. And he is not creepy!" He huffed, feeling personally affronted over his cat. "It's not his fault that he's all malformed!"

When Eren had found the cat in an alleyway, beaten up and bleeding, he'd immediately bundled the mangy thing in his coat and rushed him home so he could clean up and tend to the kitten's injuries- much to the disgusted chagrin of his older sister who complained to no end over the fleas the feline had brought with him. Titan now proudly displayed half a tail that perpetually bent to the side, had pronounced limp in his right foreleg, and was missing two-thirds of his left ear, leaving the poor cat with a crooked and stilted look.

"And knock, damnit! Don't just enter my room as you please!" Eren glared. "What would you have done if I was jacking off, huh? Imagine the embarrassment! Imagine the shame! We would have died of shame!"

His sister just rolled her dark eyes at her overly dramatic brother, trying to block out the sound of his theatrics. Lord, she thought, Just listening to him exhausts me. Where does he get all this energy so early in the morning...

"Yeah, yeah. Calm down, princess. I'm sure we both would've been fine if I had found you jerking off- it wouldn't have been the first time." She muttered the last part, ignoring Eren's glare when he heard her. Damn his inhuman hearing. With that annoyed thought,Mikasahuffed and began speaking again before boy on the bed could interrupt her. "But seriously, it's really creepy when you talk to him because I'm almost 100% positive he can understand you. He looks at you all knowingly and does your bidding." She shuddered and rubbed her arms as if warding off a chill, "Either you're half cat- and with your insanely good hearing it's almost plausible- or he is one freaky feline who can read your equally freaky mind. I think I'd know by now if you had a catnip addiction or liked raking your nails on scratching posts, so I'm leaning towards the latter."

Her brother looked down at Titan, then glanced up thoughtfully at her through lowered lashes, "Hey, Mikasa." He began seriously, locking his green eyes with her dark ones. "How frickin' awesome would it be if I was half cat? I'd be beast!" The brunette quickly sprang up on his bed and got on all fours, kicking off his covers and startling Titan as he did so. He turned to the black tabby and hissed, making a claw with his left hand and pawing at the air.

"Shut up, you dweeb. God, you're so lame." She snorted and threw the bag of pastries at him. "Here, I already had a few. Help yourself to the rest."

He meowed and gave her a sultry wink, catching the bag easily and rummaging noisily inside it for a few moments. Oh hell yeah! Armin, I love you man. Eren pulled his hand out and grinned triumphantly at the prize. A chocolate croissant heavily lathered in dark syrup and chocolate chips. He hummed happily and tore a chunk off, jaws snapping before he swallowed noisily.

Mikasa looked at him with scrunched up brows, disgusted by his display. "God, Eren. You're such an animal. Gross."

"Not jush any animal. I fink yoush mean da imma cat." His smiling cheeks bulged as he fit the last of the pastry in his mouth. "And if dish ish wrong, then I donsh wanna be right!"

"Disgusting is what you are."

His sister sighed, seemingly giving up on her idiot sibling. "Whatever, just take a shower and get dressed. You have that job interview today don't you?"

Wide green eyes turned to face her and then shot down to the digital watch on his wrist.

"Oh shit!"

He jumped out of bed and ran over to his dresser, taking out boxers, a nice pair of dark jeans, and a plain white dress shirt from the drawers.

"Mikasa, I'm going to take the car today, 'kay? You can take the motorcycle."

She wrinkled her nose. "Why should I have to take your crappy bike?"

"First impressions are everything, sis, you know that. And if I take it instead of the car, I'll be all wrinkly and smell like smoke and leather." He smiled happily and kissed her wetly on the cheek when she acquiesced with a long suffering 'fiiiine'. "Thanks, babe. You're the best."

Mikasa just waved him away with a wry smile. "I must be, seeing as how I'm going to be riding that contraption of death to work today."

"Hey, my motorcycle is wonderful and you know it. You wish you had such an awesome ride, the Wings Of Freedom is an awesome bike. It's a classic."

His sister scoffed and stepped into the hallway turning to her room. "A classic piece of shit maybe. It's a horrible motorcycle with an equally horrible name."

The brunette barked out a laugh as he entered the bathroom and shut the door. "Denial isn't just a river in Egypt ya know." He sang out, his cheerful voice muffled by the door. Thankfully, Eren's cat-like hearing didn't catch the grumbled "Idiot" as Mikasa entered her room.

After Eren was done showering he stepped in front of the foggy mirror and scowled at the reflection. There was an enormous hickey on the side of his collar bone- courtesy of Will 'The Cheater'. He snorted and rubbed the bruised flesh. Gross, he thought. Eren hated it when people marked his skin during sex. The marks were a sign of possession and the brunette did not belong- or want to belong, for that matter- to anyone.

Luckily his sister hadn't noticed, or if she had she hadn't mentioned or alluded to it, and hopefully the person conducting the interview wouldn't notice either. When his white dress shirt was buttoned up though, the boy let out a quick sigh in relief. The hickey was completely covered by the shirt when he buttoned it just a few buttons shy of the top. Thank god it wasn't visible, that would've been a fun way to start an interview. Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Eren Yeager, I'm 24 years old and have previous work experience- oh, also, if you hadn't seen it yet, I have a hickey the size of fucking Texas on my chest all thanks to my latest fuck.

Eren let out a breath and repeated to himself that the stupid bruise wasn't noticeable- and if you couldn't see it, it wasn't there. Out of sight out of mind.

Words to fucking live by.

He padded back into his bedroom, leaving wet footprints as he went, and rummaged around his closet for some shoes. He supposed that dress shoes were the most appropriate choice, but his were old and a bit scuffed on the side, and Eren quickly noticed that they were a size too small when he tried to put them on. He sighed and stood, eyeing each pair of footwear he had severely. Sneakers, some more sneakers, converse, some random footwear, and his favorite pair of black combat boots. He hesitated. It wouldn't look very professional, but he would look good. So damn good, and he was seriously in love with those boots.

Damn it...

The brunette jammed his feet inside and laced up the front, jumping and stomping in place as he enjoyed the heavy weight and the satisfying loud thunks they made on the hardwood floors. Eren stomped his way back to the bathroom and stood on the cold countertop to get a good look at his ensemble.

Brown, chestnut colored hair framed an almost delicate looking face and high but thick brows drew attention to his ocean colored eyes. The orbs always seemed to shift and fade in between blue and green depending on his mood and were usually the first things people noticed when they saw him. His cheekbones were sharp but softened by the ever present smile or grin he wore, and his lips were a soft and inviting pink hue.

Eren had done few modeling jobs every now and then for easy money and he had a vague understanding that his facial features were a bit above the average. The makeup artists at photo shoots had always cooed and sighed in slight envy over his poreless face and many of his fellow model friends had hit on him- both male and female. So, his pretty face along with a lithe and fit body decked out in white, black, and calf-hugging leather boots turned beauty into downright fuckable.

Eren smirked at his reflection. Either these boots are major confidence boosters or I'm just be having a super egotistical moment, but even if I don't have enough experience or credentials for the job, I'll be surprised if my looks alone don't land it.

A small beep made him look down at his watch. It was 11:30 and his interview didn't start 'till 12:20 which left Eren with a bit of free time since the company was close by. He could make himself some lunch and to catch up on some Netflix as he ate. The boy clomped his way to the tidy kitchen and took out the frozen pasta mix from the freezer. He turned on the stove and poured half the bag into a pan. A sharp pain followed by a meow at his ankle was Titan reminding Eren that his food bowl had to be refilled and his litter box changed.

After a yummy meal of chicken alfredo while watching the Winchester brothers do some demon killing on Supernatural, he piled the plate in the sink and headed outside. It had gotten even colder than this morning and it was snowing lightly, the snowflakes clinging unto his lashes and instantly melting when making contact with his warm skin. He started up his (Mikasa's) old, but very well taken care of and maintained, black Ford.

Eren rolled out if the driveway, silently thanking nature that the snow still wasn't laying on thick enough for him to have to shovel out a path for the car. The interview was downtown at a petroleum engineering company called Survey Corps for a position as a secretary. Eren had majored in human resources and had dabbled in engineering before; plus, he was comfortable in a working environment and had no problem getting along with people. Well, most people. In theory he was a perfect candidate for the secretary job that was open; he was young- fresh out of college, had knowledge of engineering and the oil business, and was willing to accept any amount of pay they gave him. The only thing he was lacking in was experience.

He passed Sina street and the company building came into view 10 minutes later. It was a behemoth of a building, rising a bit over forty stories and was kaleidoscope of monotone colors. Shiny slate colored walls mixed with black and dark brown squares set in between huge windows, giving it a reflective appearance; as if it were made of nothing but mirrors of differently colored glass. Eren parked nearby and checked the time on the dashboard before getting out. 12:10 pm, he was ten minutes early. The automatic doors opened with a swish when he approached them, admitting him along with an icy gust of wind through the entrance. The lobby was quite large as well and had four receptionists stationed at the front. He approached one who had short blonde hair and a cheerful looking face.

"Hi, I'm here for my scheduled interview at 12:20."

The girl looked up and smiled at him, her cheeks flushing a bit once she saw the handsome boy staring right at her with his green eyes. Oh my, he's so pretty! He's adorable! Wait, stop Petra, be professional. She cleared her throat, "An interview, honey? Let me check the database." Her fingers clacked on the keys for a few seconds before she looked back up at him with a soft smile. "What's your name, hun?"

Eren smiled back, temporarily dazzling the unsuspecting receptionist. "Eren Yeager, miss. Spelled Y-E-A-G-E-R."

Petra giggled, " Hi Eren, nice to meet you. My name's Petra Ral, but you can call me Petra." She continued clicking away on her mouse and scanning her monitor. "Are you from here? You have a slight accent."

"Do I? I did live in London for a little over eight years when I was a kid, but I thought I had lost the accent." He said with a small laugh. "I guess not."

Petra looked down at her computer before she got distracted again. Aww, he's British and he has dimples...so cute. I wonder what job he's going to interview for... The blonde almost burst out laughing when she saw Eren's name and appointment filed under 'Rivaille'. Oh, this is too good to be true. She snuck a glance at the gorgeous younger boy before mentally snickering. Levi, I think you're about to meet your match. "Alright, Eren. You're going to go up the elevator to the thirty fifth floor and take a left until you reach room 666."

The brunette stared at her. 666? Is she joking? If that's not a bad omen, I don't know what is. Eren eyed the elevator with growing trepidation. "Thanks Petra. I hope I'll see you again soon if I get the job."

"Don't worry, hun. I have a feeling that I'll be seeing a lot more of you around here."

And with that cryptic message, she turned to the cord-phone and began to quickly dial a number she knew by heart. The boy shrugged, dismissing the weirdness and headed to the elevators on the right side of the lobby. Petra made sure he was out of hearing distance before she spoke into the phone.

"Hey, Hanji, head to Levi's office. You're going to want to see this."

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Eren stepped into the hallway and made a left. 660...662... 664... Ah, here it is. He stopped in front of the bold brass numbers that proudly read '666'. The boy took a deep breath and knocked three times. A deep baritone, slightly muffled by the door told him to come in. He entered and closed the door behind him. A blonde man stood quietly conversing next to another man with dark hair styled in an undercut who was sitting behind a modern glass desk. Wow he's really hot. Undercuts don't usually do it for me but it looks really good on him. When the men heard the door close, both shifted their attention to Eren who was standing awkwardly and trying his best not to fidget.

"Um, hello. I'm Eren Yeager... Im here for the secretary interview."

His eyes immediately locked with a cold gray ones and he couldn't break away from the icy gaze. Eren fought back a shudder when he felt his dick twitch and managed to take a few steps forward. Oh please God, let my boss be the blond one. I think I'd either end up pissing myself in fear or having a perpetual erection if I get the handsome scary man in the chair.

"So you're the brat who applied to be my secretary." Black hair shifted to the side as Levi ran a critical eye over the younger boy, from the tips of his black combat boots all the way to his messy chocolate colored hair. "Any previous work experience?"

Well, shit. Never ending erection it is.

"Yes, like I stated in my resume I have a family member who works at an oil and gas company and I did an internship there during college. The last year that I worked there, they began expanding their business to petroleum and I was put in that division."

Levi nodded, having already read and reread the boy's resume to make sure he was a suitable candidate for the job. "Alright. You're hired." The dark haired man stated and turned back to the folders he had on his desk, completely ignoring his new secretary. Eren remained standing, a bit shocked by how easy it had been. He was instantly suspicious. It was almost too easy. "Wait, you mean that's it? I'm hired just like that?"

Levi didn't even bother to look up, simply replying in a bored monotone, "Just like that."

"Oh." Eren replied, sounding uncertain. "Okay..."

The older man sighed. How much more annoying can this kid get? "Are you perhaps wondering why I hired you so quickly? Something along the lines of 'how could you hire someone you've barely interviewed and know next to nothing about'?" A small nod came from the brunette. Levi gave up working on his papers and leaned back in his chair. He reached into his desk drawer took out a manilla folder and scanned its contents.

"Eren Christopher Yeager. Age: 24, born on September 20th, 1989. Physical appearance: green eyes, brown hair, 6'2. Father: Grisha Yeager, 53 years old. Mother: Carla Marie Yeager, deceased." He droned in a bored voice, ignoring Eren's surprise. "Siblings include Mikasa Ackerman, female, 27 years old, adopted. You were born in Dallas, Texas and then moved to England until you were nine years old- after which you moved back to Texas around the time of your mother's death, correct?"

Ocean eyes were blown wide in shock and his face had lost some of its former color. Eren cleared his throat and nodded once more. "Yes, that is correct."

"You went to college in Houston, graduated with good grades and every boss you ever had said nothing but positive things about your attitude, responsibility, willingness to work, and so on." Levi let the folder drop on the desk and looked at Eren in the eye. "So, you see, I don't just hire someone. I research them and I make sure they are people willing to do their job and do it right. Any questions?" A low chuckle came from the blonde man that Eren had all but forgotten about. "I think you freaked the poor kid out." The he said with a smile in Eren's direction.

Levi snorted, "Shut up, Erwin."

The brunette shook his head at Erwin slowly and considered his words carefully, "No, not freaked out. Just... Shocked, I suppose at how thorough you were in researching me."

"Tch, of course I was thorough. What did you expe-"

The door swung open with a loud bang and Eren spun around, only to find himself nose to nose with brown eyes staring intently into his. He froze and looked at the person before him. A slightly shorter woman with auburn hair and glasses was right in front of him, running her eyes all over his face before stepping back with a wide grin. "Ohhhh," she purred, "you'll do quite nicely." She squeezed his toned bicep before her brown eyes flickered to Levi's face. "Won't he, Levi?"

So, that's my new boss' name. Levi. Eren was glad to at least know that much about the man who seemed to know way more about his life than he was presently comfortable with.

"Oi, shitty glasses. Who said you could come in?" The dark haired man's eyes seemed to freeze over as he looked at his friend.

The redhead cackled. "Oh boss, no one, silly! But I couldn't help it! A little blonde bird told me that I absolutely had to come to your office if I wanted to see something fun." She stepped up to Eren again and grabbed the younger boy's waist. "And, believe me- I'm definitely having fun." She cackled again and began running her fingers over his flat stomach. "Damn, boy! Washboard abs, nice!"

A growl and a muttered 'damn it, Petra' came from the desk. "Hanji, hands off my new secretary. I don't want you to infect him with your germs."

Hanji looked amused. "Aww Levi, don't be jealous- it doesn't suit you. You'll get a piece of this man beef soon enough. Plus, nobody has abs like yours- you know that." She sang, "You're one of a kind, you short crazy little exercise nut."

If Eren had been blushing before, it was nothing compared to how red his face was now. And he was slightly distracted with the mental image of his boss and his abs. Ugh, stop! He's your boss, Eren. There are some lines you cannot cross... Even if he's hot as hell...

The older man reached out and grabbed the woman's hair, pulling it down roughly so that they were face to face. "Who," he snarled menacingly, "are you calling short, you freakishly tall bitch?"

"Owwww Levi! Ugh God, that hurts!" Her face scrunched up and then took on a dreamy quality. "It hurts so gooood."

Her boss released her with a disgusted sigh and pushed her back into Eren. "Go away, masochist. No one wants you here."

"Aww, that's not true! Right Eren?"

The brunette stuttered. "Oh! W-well... Ummmm.. Wait- how do know my name?"

Hanji quickly ignored him and faced Erwin with a happy smile. "You want me here, right Erwin?You sexy son of a bitch you."

"I think I should leave before I see Levi go against company policy again and hit you." He strode out of the room while muttering, "If I don't see it then I can't be held accountable..."

The redhead pouted. "Well?" She said as she turned to face the older man. "Did you hire him or not, you old fart?"

Eren decided to step in, noticing how Levi's face was beginning to redden in anger. "Um, yes, he did. I'm his new secretary, Eren Yeager. Nice to meet you." He smiled, showing off those killer dimples and stuck out his hand for Hanji to shake.

Ohhhhhh my GOD! He is perfect! Hanji ignored the outstretched hand and tackled the boy hugging him tight. "You are so fucking CUTE! Damn it boss, you are one lucky little man." She winked and expertly dodged Levi's lightning fast punch.

"Shut the hell up!" The angry tick at his eye was spreading to his eyebrow as well and he was beginning to see red. Levi was not known for his patience. "You," he pointed at his secretary, "Get out. Now. Be at work tomorrow morning and in my office by 8:30, no excuses. If you're late, you're fired."

Eren nodded and headed to the door before turning back. "Bye Hanji, it was nice to meet you." He looked at his new boss. "Bye...- wait, you never told me your full name."

Gray eyes looked at him in annoyance. "Rivaille."

I thought his name was Levi..."That's it? Just Rivaille?"

"Yes, you shitty brat. Now get out."

Eren ignored his confusion and gave the dark haired man a charming smile. "See you tomorrow then, Rivaille." He said before happily shutting the door to the sound of Hanji's cackles.

A/N: Review! pleeeeeaseee? pretty please?