I do not own any of the character in SNK or any of the contents about it (sadly)
Thank you so much for reading the first chapter, I have big plans and a big story. I will try and update as soon as possible but I am currently preparing for my mock exams.
I am planning on making this a long story with slow progress so please, stick with me
ENJOY!
Coming out of the hazy darkness, pain shot through Eren's whole body. 'What happened to me' Eren thought, rubbing his head as he propped himself up with a free hand. The brunette looked around confused, "What?" He mumbled to himself almost silently, "Why am I in, the art department? Why am I lay on the table" he questioned looking at the mint coloured table top. On instinct, Eren's eyes shot up to a man walking out of the store room. Eren studied his face: Charcoal hair styled into an undercut, grey eyes, sharp facial features.
'This is the man… from before,' Eren thought, eyes widening, cheeks becoming flustered at the thought, 'The one I-I…'
Eren was cut off by Levi's cold gaze staring directly at him, boring into his own.
"What are you looking at, brat?" The charcoal haired man snarled; slight worry in his tone.
"N-nothing… sir" The brunette replied, looking down from the man's locked gaze.
Not wanting to look at the floor or at the steel grey eyes of the man, Eren settled to look at his chest. As soon as he did, realisation dawned on him. The brunette realised he was looking at the charcoal haired man's chest. His bare, naked chest.
A slight gasp left Eren's lips as he squirmed around awkwardly
The man looked down just to see what the brunette was fidgeting about. Then realisation dawned on him, too. He quickly disappeared into the art store room, to emerge wearing an old tattered painting shirt.
Both decided to look at each other, saying nothing. Eren was about to choke out some words until the door flew open.
A bright, beaming woman with thin, wire framed glasses burst in, Hanji. Eren's head snapped, with sharp movements. However, these movements were soon relaxed as soon as he realised, it was Hanji. His expressions soon softened as Hanji started to make her way over to the injured teen.
"Hello, Eren!" Hanji exclaimed, her expressions full of life and energy, "What seems to be the problem?"
Eren's smile did not falter, what could he tell her? That he had fainted at the sight of blood, that he caused a man – that man – to spill his own coffee on himself. The brunette geared up and inhaled, taking a deep breath of oxygen into his lungs.
"This, brat, fainted at the sight of his own blood"
The brunette's head shot round, in shock, to acknowledge the owner of those words. It was the man. He looked down on Eren in disgust, as if he was a pathetic, dirty, smudge on the floor.
Hanji, was equally as shocked as she turned around to the man's stiff gaze. "And who are you?" Hanji asked, "I have not seen you before."
"You wouldn't, I just started" The man stated, coldly.
"Oh… and your name?"
"Rivaille, Mr Rivaille," He replied, looking back at Eren.
After a moment of Mr Rivaille glaring at Eren, Hanji bounded over her hand outstretched. "The names, Hanji, the school nurse. Nice to meet you."
Eren stared in disbelief as the ignorant, asshole, of a man didn't even accept her welcoming gestures. A shudder ran down the boy's back as a cold, gloved hand snaked its way to the back of his neck. He absolutely hated people touching his neck and flinched out of the hand's reach.
"Sorry," Hanji said apologetically, "I forgot you hate your neck being touched."
Her tone was genuine and warming, this caused Eren to sit up fully. His legs dangled tiredly over the edge of the mint table tops. Eren's face felt tight, as if something was pulling at it. The brunette lifted his hand and rubbed his nose. When pulling it away, Eren's eyes widened with shock as flakes of deep crimson had shed into his hand. Eren felt a shift in his nose and liquid started to drip into his cupped hands.
The liquid was exactly the same shade of red as the flakes currently occupying it. This made Eren feel dizzy all over again. His head felt weak, his stomach turning.
Eren's eyes began to roll lifelessly into the back of his head, he body starting to fall. That was, until, a hand caught his back and jolted him back up-right. Still feeling 'out of it' Eren's head lolled forward, limp and floppy.
Mr Rivaille was the one who caught his back. With his free hand he cupped the underside of Eren's chin, shaking his head to keep his vision form fading.
Snapping back to reality, Hanji fumbled through her pockets and brought out a bottle of pills. She popped the lid and pushed two round tablets into his mouth, forcing him to drink the down with a, convenient, glass of water that occupied the space next to Eren.
Darkness continued to consume Eren once more as he began to fall back further and sleep in Mr Rivaille's arms.
Waking up again Eren noticed he was no longer in the art class room. Somehow he had been moved into Hanji's room. He knew it was Hanji's room by the litter thrown about in corners of the room, a solitary desk with a white office chair occupied the far corner of the room. Medicine cabinets and counters lined the wall to the left of Eren. The room was small and cosy but still as clinically cold as a hospital.
Eren's attention was soon devoted to, two figures standing by the desk in a hushed, barely audible conversation. The brunette closed his eyes again so he could listen in.
"So Mr Rivaille, do you have any idea what could possibly be wrong with him?" Hanji asked.
"Call me Levi" The steel eyed man replied, "and no, he just collapsed at the sight of his own blood." Levi looked around the room nervously almost feeling sorry for the injured brunette.
The way that Levi worded the sentence made Eren feel worthless and disgusting. He was made to feel pathetic after fainting at the sight of his own blood.
Hanji continued to look at the man. "Tell me everything, please. Mr Rivaille, this is serious. People don't 'just collapse' twice."
"Levi," he corrected. With a sigh, he turned round to Hanji. "I was just about to head out of the classroom, coffee in hand, to check if there were any late comers wandering down the hall." He paused to sit himself down and take a sip of the cool, clear liquid in the plastic cup next to him. "As this, brat, pushed the door the sole wedged underneath it. This caused him," stopping momentarily to gesture over to Eren with his thumb "to fall forward and hit his face on the door. I would have found it funny but when his body jolted the door my coffee was thrown over me. After a moment of rubbing his nose he looked up to see the damage he caused. The brat was completely terrified after he realised the deed he had done." Levi paused again, this time he took a deep breath in. "He looked down into his hands, all colour left him that is when he fainted."
The nurse took off her glasses to wipe them on her sleeve, "I see. Well I'm assuming both times he fainted was due to the sight of blood" Hanji concluded, not all convinced.
'Even I don't know why I fainted' Eren though, 'Blood hasn't bothered me before.' Questions started to tug at Eren's mind 'What was the problem? Was it the raven haired man?' Eren tried to shrug off the thoughts 'no it can't be' although he wasn't sure if it was or not.
"Does he have any family we can call" A voice all too familiar and all too close asked.
A hand gently rested on the crown of the boy's head. This caused Eren's eyes to fly open. Eren found his eyes meeting those that belonged to none other than, Levi.
"Rise and shine, brat," He started.
Eren winced at the word 'brat'. He felt like arguing back but after collapsing twice, he decided it wasn't wise. Shuffling up the slowly Eren noticed that Levi had removed his hand to grip the edge of the bed Eren was lay on. His face stirred without any emotions, this was the case from the moment they met.
"Do you have any family we can call?"
The brunette didn't reply, he just stared at the older man.
Levi shifted from on foot to another, his patience starting to wear thin, "Well…"
Eren was in a world of his own, completely oblivious to the man questioning him. The brunette blinked looked up the man, confusion masking his face, "Sorry, what?" Eren looked up innocence on his face.
If Levi wasn't so angry with the brunette his would have melted into Eren's arms. "I said, do you have any family we can call?" Anger domination his tone.
Eren shook his head, his heart filled with sadness.
The raven haired man saw the effect he had on the boy, he felt a pang of guilt inside of him not revealing his emotions, however. "Sorry, kid. I didn't mean to upset you."
Warm tears started to well in the corners of Eren's eyes. "No, it's fine, I know you didn't mean it." The brunette rolled onto his side so he could reach for his phone. But as soon as he tried to roll over, he winced in pain and rolled back.
"Here let me get it," without thinking, Levi reached over Eren's body. He snaked his hand under Eren and found his was to his back pocket.
Eren blushed and felt all blood rush to his abdomen. 'No, no, this can't be happening' though Eren as his blush deepened.
Levi fished through Eren's back pocket and pulled out the boy's phone as quickly as possible. Moving back he handed the boy's phone over to him.
The brunette collected his phone and quickly hid behind its screen looking for his sister, Mikasa's, name. Out of the corner of his eye, Eren could see the man's cold eyes looking at his blushing cheeks out of fascination, a smirk threateningly tugging at the corner of his lips. But he remained, expressionless nonetheless, cold and expressionless.
When he found Mikasa's name he pressed it and handed it out. "Here" Eren said, "This is my sister."
Sorry, it's quite poorly written, I'm not that good at writing but enjoy anyway.