A/N: I did, however, think up this one before writing it. We'll just see where the pictures in my head take me. Nowhere good, I imagine.
Daughter of Zeus007 - My ass is pretty wonderful. Or, so I've been told.
Brook Uchiha Daughter of Zeus - Because I can. Compare Levi's reaction this time to his reaction last time, too. Things have changed, yeah?
Hikiri -"You're killin me smalls." We're best friends now. No take-backsies.
"Levi! Come here, mon amor." Levi's mom called. She was out in the backyard, hanging wet clothes on their out-of-date clothesline. Six-year-old Levi ran out to the backyard, an old toy Hulk in his hands.
Levi's mom had the same dark hair and tired eyes Levi had. Even at six, Levi already had dark circles under his eyes. Sometimes, his teacher asked him if he got enough sleep. Of course he did. He got just enough sleep so that he could function the next day, but often stayed up reading. Levi loved reading, being taken to places far away, meeting magical creatures and handsome princes.
"Oui, Maman?" asked Levi. He smiled up at her.
"Your papa will be coming home tonight!" she said happily. Levi's face lit up. "What should we make?"
"Papa likes croque-monsieurs." said Levi, remembering his father's favorite food.
"Then we'll have some!" declared Levi's mother. Levi grinned and remembered something he had been wanting to tell his mother.
"Maman!" he said. She turned to him, a genuine smile on her face. "This boy, Boris, Il esttrès beau."
"Do you have a crush on him?" asked his mother, still smiling.
Levi thought for a moment. "Oui."
"Then we'll have him over sometime!" Levi's mother grinned down at him, and he smiled back. He ran back inside.
Levi's tendency to speak French had caused a bit of bullying. It had also confused his teacher when he counted un, deux, trois instead of one, two, three.
Levi didn't mind. Maman was French, and Papa was French, and they both tried very hard to speak English. They tried very hard to teach him English, even though they didn't know a few words. Levi loved them for it.
Levi counted down the hours until his papa came home. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq. Five hours went by, and no sign of his papa.
Levi ran back outside to find his mother. When he got out there, he realized that she probably went back inside after hanging the clothes. So, he turned back around and walked back inside.
In the living room, he found his mother. He walked over excitedly, but his excitement slowly faded as he realized she was crying. He walked up to her and patted her on the back, slowly. He frowned.
"What's wrong, Maman?" asked Levi. He was slowly beginning to fill with fear. His mother had a letter in her hand. Levi eyes the letter warily.
"Papa's not coming home tonight." she said shakily, trying to smile through her tears.
"Then when is he coming home?" asked Levi.
"He's not." his mother replied, fresh tears flowing down her face. Levi froze, then ran into his room, sobbing.
He woke up with a start. Levi had been dreaming about the past. He reached out, looking for a familiar warmth in his bed. Oh, right. He stopped, letting his hands fall into the empty space where Eren used to sleep. He let out a shaky breath.
After his father had died, Levi slowly stopped speaking French, learning the words he didn't know in English and teaching them to his mother. Un, deux, trois slowly became one, two, three. He learned, slowly, that some people didn't accept boys loving boys like his mother did. He didn't understand why. He still didn't, to this day. He grabbed the pillow beside him. It still smelled faintly of Eren. Levi wondered if he should file a missing person report that would promptly be ignored.
It wouldn't help. He had searched the streets at least three times. Maybe Eren really had run away from him. He pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Hello?" asked Armin from the other end. He sounded sleepy.
"Can we talk tomorrow?" asked Levi, masking his shaky voice easily with a bored tone.
"Of course. Why?" asked Armin. Levi heard the crinkling of bedsheets.
"I need to ask you something." Levi bit his lip.
"Fine. Where?"
Eren woke up, his mind hazy. Where was he? he tried to sit up, but his head was pounding like a bitch. He took in his surroundings. He was in a small room with one bed and one window. There was also a small TV in there.
I have to get back to Levi, he thought, getting up. His head was pounding as if he had a hangover. Hell, maybe he did. He walked out of the room, having a bit of trouble opening the door. In (what he assumed was the) living room, there was a blonde man sleeping on the couch. Eren could only see the back of his head, but he knew that shaggy mop anywhere.
"Mike?!"
A/N: I wasn't sure how to go about doing this, but I have a small idea that's likely to make me want to punch myself. Either way, this chapter is probably boring. I'm making Levi bisexual, too.
Next chapter will be mostly Armin's perspective with a reappearance of Legout and a bit of Eren! Hooray.