A/N: Hey guys! Storm here with another chapter! ^^ I hope you guys like it!

Also, I write in Levi's POV, just to remind you all! My friend Dancer writes in Eren's POV.

"Well, I'm surprised a shitty brat remembers," I growled back into the phone. I played with the pages of the book in my hand, running the edges over my fingertips, "so, how's Eren after his first day of school?"

"He didn't really say anything, just that the two of you have the same schedule," the strained voice of Armin replied. I smirked, running a hand through my hair as I shut my book, sitting up straight in the chair. I crossed my legs, chuckling lightly into the phone. "What do you remember, Arlert?"

"Everything," he answered back, "including the last trial."

Don't you dare mention that," I snarled back, trying to keep my voice low as I was in the library, "unless you have a death wish."

The boy-well, in this life, man-slightly yelped, the distress in his voice evident, "yes, sir."

"So, Arlert, do you think that shitty brat remembers? He looked constipated all day, so I figured he'd at least remember a little," I murmured into the phone, moving to cradle it between my shoulder and ear as I check out a woman's book for her.

"I don't think he does, sir," he answered back, "do you want help? In him remembering, I mean."

I sighed, clenching and unclenching my fists for a moment, still standing. I remained quiet for a little while, thinking over what I really wanted. Did I really want him to remember? What if…what if he hates me?

"Armin," I said, my voice strained, "can you meet me around six? I get off of work then. For now, I have things to sort out."

"Yes, Heichou, I'm free. Can we meet at the park? Eren never goes there," he replied as I hummed in approval. "Alright then, see you at six!"

I huffed a sigh, wondering what Eren would think about me. Would he hate me, when he remembers? I still remember that moment perfectly, when they made the trail, when those monstrosities called humans said to kill him. I gripped the table, my eyes starting to sting as I shut them.

"We, the jury, find Eren Jaeger guilty of crimes against humanity!"

My eyes widened, mouth falling open to gape at the judge, as we were back in the same court room as the first trial, Eren again kneeling with his hands chained to the pole behind him. People started screaming that he was a monster, while the Survey Corps just stood motionless, Armin and Mikasa silently crying.

"No!" I snarled, curling my hands into fists, knuckles turning white, "what the hell has he done?! He saved humanity! It's not his fucking fault that he's a titan-shifter!"

"That, Lance Corporal Rivaille, is where his treason lies," the Military Police's speaker spat at me, looking very smug with himself for condemning Eren to his death. I turned to look at him, glaring daggers and making the man flinch back.

"Heichou, it's alright, we knew this day would come," Eren called softly to me. I tskd and looked down, many emotions threatening to break the mask I always wore. Out of the corner of my eye, Eren was trying his best to look strong, but you could still see the sadness on his face. I turned to the Survey Corps, specifically Mikasa and Armin, and saw Hanji consoling the two. I turned back to the judge, baring my teeth as I glared.

"Levi, do you remember what you first said? If you have to kill him, you will. You are the one to kill the monster," the judge said, not an ounce of compassion in his voice for my Eren.

As that registered in my mind, I felt the room spinning, and I put a hand over my face to steady myself, trying to calm down the frantic heartbeat I heard in my ears. They were making me kill him. Making me kill Eren Jaeger, the one person who held more of me than I'd ever imagined in my life, the only person I'd ever love.

"Heichou, it's alright," Eren softly called to me, his voice breaking towards the end. Two guards walked over, handing me a sword as they headed towards Eren.

"Get away from him," I snarled, stalking towards the guards, who ignored me as they grabbed Eren's arms, making him sit up straight and push his chest out. I glared daggers at the guards, but they tightened their grip, causing Eren to slightly wince.

"Heichou," he murmured, "don't blame yourself. Please. This isn't your fault. And, as long as it's you, I'll gladly die."

That was it; that was when I began to break. My face fell, the mask shattered, my face showing the utter despair I was feeling deep in my heart. I knelt in front of Eren, the sword drooping to the floor. I caressed the young man's face in my hands, which he leaned into, and I kissed his forehead. Then, I kissed his nose, his cheeks, his chin, his neck, his eyelids, and his hair. Finally, I tenderly kissed his lips, wrapping my arms around the young man. After a few minutes, and a clearing of a throat, I pulled away.

Eren, one last time, smiled brightly at me, before the sword lodged itself in his heart, the other cut the back of his nape.

I knelt in front of the gasping boy, the soldiers letting him go as I cut his chains and cradled him in my arms.

"Eren, please! Don't go! You can't go!" My eyes brimmed with tears, and I started rapidly blinking to keep them at bay.

"You did what you had to, Heichou. I don't blame you," he said in a raspy breath. His shirt and neck covered with blood. Usually, I'd say it was disgusting, but I didn't care right now at all.

"Damn it, you little shit. Don't leave me!"

"I love you, Heichou. I'll see you again. Promise."

"I love you too Eren," I croaked back. With that, the light fell from his eyes, remaining as glassy orbs. His heart stopped pumping, and he wasn't breathing anymore. That was when I truly lost it: I, Lance Corporal Rivaille, started to cry, crushing the body of my lover to my chest, heart-wrenching sobs going through my body. People started to fan out, but the Survey Corps all cried in silence, saluting the couple in the middle of the white tiled floor, which was now stained with red. Mikasa and Armin held each other, sobbing, while I head my lifeless lover in my arms tightly.

"In the next life, Eren. I swear to God, you better be there!" I sobbed, standing up with Eren in my arms.

A hand then patted my shoulder, and I turned to see Erwin. "Come on," he said, "let's give him a proper burial."

I sighed, glancing at the clock. Only about a half an hour left of work, I thought. I glanced around the big library as I recovered from my reverie, watching people intently read, as well as pick out books. I walked over to the drop-off cart and started wheeling it around to put the books back, wasting the rest of the half an hour putting away books. As the clock dinged, I ran back to where my coat and scarf were, hurriedly putting them on, and ran out the door with my bag in hand.

As I slipped it back on, I jogged out the door, ringing the bell on the top of the door, causing a few people to look up from their books at the noise.

I started jogging through the city, the cold air revealing a puff of air from my mouth. As I settled the scarf over my mouth, I pushed on, slowly jogging as I reached a mass of people at the end of the block. Slowing, I waited for the cars to stop, and started again as I crossed the street. I slowed to a walk about two blocks away, catching my breath as I slowly walked, whispering curses is French. I really need to run more, I thought as I reached the park, stopping and sitting on the nearest bench, looking for a blonde, bowl-cut hair, and sapphire colored eyes. I expected him to be short, but boy, was I wrong.

Armin walked up, spotting me immediately as I moved the scarf below my chin, my nose red from the cold. Armin had the same sapphire eyes, but they looked older and his cheek bones were more defined. His hair was much longer, not in the bowl-cut but pulled back in a ponytail with a growing side bang on the left side of his face. His body was muscular, you could tell even if it was hidden under a baggy hoodie, and the blue jeans looked like they fit him nicely. He looked completely different from what I imagined, but then I remembered, Armin got to twenty in his past life as well, only, I had died before him. That much I knew, but I didn't know when.

"Arlert," I growled, making the man stop and salute, one fist over his heart while the other was behind his back. He blushed, noticing what his body decided to do, and strangely, I found myself saluting back. Damn it, these shitty brats were bringing back my old mannerisms.

"Levi-Heichou," Armin murmured, his voice deep, as he dropped his arms to his sides, "who else remembers?"

"Petra's our teacher in this life, and she remembers. It's hard to think of her as my teacher, since I knew her so well, but I respect her all the same. She confronted me when I first moved to Trost and started school freshman year. Erwin found me in school, and he also remembers. Gunter and Erd I haven't found, or Auruo for that matter. I hope they're living a happy life, though," I sighed. "What about you? Anyone you know remember?"

"Mikasa is Eren's sister once again," he paused as he saw the poisonous glare, but continued on anyway, "but she's his half sister this time. I took care of the two when they were younger, but I don't think she remembers. She's still insanely protective, though. But, Connie and Sasha are in my college, and they get bits and pieces of memories all of the time, no one fully remembers. Jean's in France ironically, and is the same grade as you guys, and he slightly remembers. He gets moments of déjà vu a lot, and he wanted to stay in France."

I nodded, "I remember seeing him once or twice." I sighed, running a hand through my hair, getting our conversation back on track, "does Eren remember at all?"

Armin looked away, his eyes calculating something, "he seems to get that we're all familiar to him, even if it's the first time we've met. As for memories…I have no clue what he remembers, if at all."

I looked down, allowing my raven colored bangs to curtain my eyes, remembering the question that caused anxiety to bubble in my stomach in the library. Quietly, I asked, "do you think he hates me?"

Armin's eyes widened and he looked as if he wasn't used to his former corporal acting this way, which was the truth, "Of course not! That wasn't your fault at all, the judge was just unfair! Completely and utterly unfair."

I nodded, shuffling my feet, "well, we need to come up with something on how to trigger his memories."

Armin nodded, but shivered. It seemed the cold was getting to him, "Can we head back to my apartment? Eren's there and it's much warmer."

I smirked slightly, possessiveness lacing into my voice, "I'd be delighted to. Do you have black coffee, Arlert?"

With that, we walked back to Armin's apartment. We didn't have far to walk, only about two blocks. It was on the corner of 8th and 52nd, by the shopping districts. We rode into the elevator to floor 17, Armin opening the door with me in tow.

I kicked off my shoes, humming with approval as the warm air hit me. I took off my shoes at the mat, hanging up my coat as I complained that the place was so dirty. After cleaning one of the chairs, I sat down as Armin made me a cup of black coffee. As the cup was finished, Armin joined me with his own, and I took a sip. The hot liquid felt great in my throat, along with the bitter aftertaste of the coffee on my tongue.

"So," Armin lowered his voice just in case Eren was listening, "Heichou, what do you remember?"

"I remember everything, Artlet," I answered back, "I was born with all of my memories. And, I get all of my emotions back with them. The despair, Armin." I looked at my coffee cup, the darkness of the liquid somehow soothing the pain.

"My last years were despair. From the moment of that trial, there was despair. It's horrible, and I feel like it chokes me even now."

"You don't think we felt like that?" Armin asked, a little hurt and anger in his tone.

"You weren't the one who had to do it!"

"Yeah, but it was still hard, Levi!"

"But you didn't love him as much as I did!" my voice broke as my past life's last years washed over me, causing tears to fall from my eyes. "You will never know how it felt," I whispered, voice thick, "to have to kill your world and watch them die in front of you."

I got up, tears threatening to spill once again, muttering, "I need to go, Arlert. Call me again if you really want to talk about everyone's past."

I ran to grab my coat and my bag, hurriedly throwing it on sloppily, not caring at the moment. I started blinking rapidly, keeping the tears at bay until I saw a flash of green eyes.

In that moment, I saw Eren Jaeger staring at me with an unknown emotion in his eyes. And, as my heart felt like it was being pulled from my chest, I opened the door and ran.