AN: I'm back with chapter two~ I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 2

"Eren!" Levi could hear the child's footsteps coming down the hall.

Within no time Eren was in front of his foster father. "Yes sir?"

"What the hell is this?" Levi was pointing to a puddle of soda on the living room carpet. He thought he could trust the kid with a drink while he was cooking, now he second guessed himself.

Eren didn't react to the use of the word hell, it'd only been about a week since the eight year old had been adopted and swearing had already been a common thing around him. "I accidentally knocked my drink over," the boy admitted.

Levi grimaced. "Just clean it up."

"I'm sorry." The boy looked up at his father, jutting out his lower lip, quivering. "I won't do it again."

"No, you won't." Levi tossed Eren a damp rag and said, "Dab, don't rub. You can have dinner when you're done."

"Yes sir." His food was cold by the time he finished. It was punishment for disobeying his new father's biggest rule, keeping the house clean, or at least cleaning any mess he made. Eren made a note of not making a mess like that again for fear of going to bed without eating next time.

"You're doing dishes, too," Levi told him. Eren started in on those when the doorbell rang. Levi answered the door.

"Hanji?" He asked in shock. "What're you doing here uninvited?"

"You adopted my patient," She answered. "I have weekly appointments with Eren."

Hanji was a child therapist. Her main focus was children who witnessed or even committed horrible acts. Levi couldn't help but wonder what the case was for Eren. Or why this was the first time he was hearing about Eren and him needing therapy. "Eren, you have someone here to see you."

"But the dishes-"

"I'll finish them," Levi said and left the two to their session.

"Now Eren, where did we leave off last session?"

"When I killed those three thugs."

Levi overheard what Eren said from the kitchen. That child did what?

"Right. Why did you do that? Do you understand what death is?"

The boy quivered, staring at the coffee table in the living room. "Of course I understand death, my dad, my real dad, was a doctor," He was speaking through clenched teeth. "We were on our way to a house call when those three bastards killed my friend's parents and almost took her away."

"Did you feel any resentment?"

"They didn't deserve to live after what they did."

Levi couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was a side of the child he adopted he hadn't seen yet. It was frightening even to him.

"Where is your real father now?"

Eren banged on the table. "Not here!"

Levi rushed into the living room to see shattered glass everywhere. His glass top coffee table destroyed. Eren's hands bleeding. Eren didn't seem to notice, now breathing heavy.

Heavensknew how Hanji managed to keep her cool. "That'll complete today's session," She said. "Levi, I'll pay for a new table. I think I may have stressed him out too much with my questions."

"I'd say," Levi muttered. He looked at Eren. "Go wash your hands while I clean this up." Eren nodded and went off to the kitchen to clean himself up. When Levi finished cleaning up the glass he met Eren with a first aid kit. "I didn't realize you had such a temper."

"Sorry."

"Don't be, it's natural," Levi said, wrapping Eren's hand tightly with gauze. "You just have to learn to control and express it better."

When both hands were wrapped up good Levi sent Eren to bed. He forgot Hanji never left and flinched when he saw her in the living room. "Aren't you going home?"

"You're scared of Eren aren't you." It wasn't a question. Hanji could sense the anxiety Levi was trying to hide.

"What reason would I have to he scared of that brat?"

"You heard what we were talking about. You're afraid he'll get out of control and kill you too."

"I'm not afraid."