Levi P.O.V.

As I walked into the bar I sighed as Hanji came running toward me. "Levi darling I missed you!" Hanji was an insanely tall woman with long brown hair that she kept up in a ponytail all the time. She also wore these glasses that made her look even more the the mad person she was. Tonight she was dressed in a pair of thigh high boots, leather shorts with chains hanging off them, and a black corset. Looks like tonight's theme was leather and chains. Oh great. "And now that you're here I can get you in a costume. Too bad you aren't preforming tonight." She pouted. "I do enjoy watching you." She whipped around and started walking to the back of the dark bar.

I started following her back, taking note of everyone running around and getting ready for opening time, which was in a few hours. Since we had a theme night we most likely will have more people than usual but that's never a problem. From what I could tell they're putting out out top performers. They were going to schedule me to perform tonight but I flat out refused. I hated performing on theme nights and especially this one. The crowds loved leather a little too much.

We walked into a small room, also known as my dressing room, and Hanji made me sit down as she looked through costumes. "What shall you wear? A dress for sure. Gotta show off those fabulous killer legs of yours."

"Hanji I'm not even performing. So what's the point in that if my legs are going to be hidden behind a bar all night?"

"Because Levi dear, you're serving said drinks tonight. We re-scheduled you as a server. We all know the money your legs can sell and the more you walk around the more drinks people buy so they can see the legs. It's all a science. I do the exact some thing at my bar in Vegas. Of which you should come work at..." Hanji has been trying to get me to move out to Vegas with her so I can work at her bar instead. I keep rejecting the offer but day by day it gets more and more inviting to pack up and leave. I've never left France before and it gets boring here. "But of course that's your choice."

She suddenly squealed and pulled out a tight leather dress, black ankle boots, and attachable chains for the dress. "Perfect! Now let us use a black wig." She dug walked over to my wig display and picked out a waist long one. "And then makeup, which we shall do once you get dressed. I'll be stepping out so you can do so. I know of all the 'extras' that must be applied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "See you in a hot minute." She left my room and shut the door, most likely standing guard outside.

I sighed and stood up, grabbing all the things I needed and quickly put them on before sliding on the dress. "Hanji, come help me put this damn thing on!" She burst quickly through the door and locked it behind her. I pointed to the zipper ans she happily, and with some force I might add, zipped it up. "Why did you have t choose the tightest dress I've got?" I turned around and felt her slap my ass.

"Oh shut it. You look great in this dress and the customers will love it since you never perform in it." I slipped my feet into the heeled ankle boots and zipped those up as well before grabbing the multiple chains that are to wrap around my body. Hanji grabbed the silver chains from me and started attaching them to me.

"I never perform in it because it's so fucking tight! You try wearing the damn thing!" She finished attaching the chains and made me sit down at the mirror. Seeing a drag queen getting prepared is so odd because My neck down looks like a woman but the face and hair looks like a man. It truly is a scary sight really.

"Stop complaining. And tonight your serving name is "Anita Mann". Just came up with it." She smiled like she was proud of herself and grabbed my wig cap, putting all my hair into it and grabbing my extensive makeup kit. It took me years to build of the giant stash that I had. Multiple shades and styles of every beauty product imaginable was in that damn case, except foundation and such. That had to match my pale skin exactly or else I looked like a two-toned witch. Hanji started the long process of applying all the makeup to my face. When the base was done she grabbed a dark purple lipstick and applied it to me and then grabbed an eyebrow pencil, giving my already sharp eyebrows a more defined look. "I don't know how you were born with such accurate eyebrows and long eyelashes. A gist from fucking God, that's what that is." She applied a heavy amount of pure black kohl eyeliner and created a smoky eye look before adding about four different kinds of mascara. "And there we go. Now for the wig." I felt her lower the heavy mass of hair onto my head and fasten it down to make sure it didn't fall off. Then she brushed it out and styled in a few curls before adding in a couple hair clips with purple coloring. "Voila!"

I stood up and looked in the mirror. I truly did look like a woman. A short woman I might add but that's just genetics. Besides, Hanji says it adds to the more feminine look. I also had a few items that added in the look of curves and breasts so I looked spot on.

"Oh Anita you look smokin'!" She clapped her hands and jumped up and down. "I truly love transforming you Levi. It's such a lovely experience!"

I rolled my eyes and turned around. "Let's just go." I adjusted my voice to sound more like a girl's, going up slightly. "Don't got all night." I bumped my hips into Hanji's and swayed slightly as I walked off and back out into the bar area.

Hanji ran after me, smiling and she walked beside me. "It never ceases to amaze me how you can change personalities so quickly when it comes to this drag business. Most of my people take half an hour or more to get into character."

"Well, then you obviously need better people than what you've got."

"Oh Levi you look amazing!" I glanced out of the corner of my eyes, spotting another one of the co-owners. Petra Ral. How come all the women own a drag bar? So weird. She grabbed my hands and kissed my cheek. Tonight she was also dressed in the theme but simply had on a black mini-skirt, tank top, leather jacket that buckled around the neck, and knee high boots. Her short orange hair went perfectly with it. "What's your name tonight?"

"Apparently Anita Mann. Courtesy of Hanji," I turned around. "Who has apparently ran off to do something else." I rolled my eyes and faced Petra again. She was about an inch taller than me. I hated being so naturally short.

"I like that name." She smiled brightly and pulled me over to the empty bar. "We open in a few minutes. People are lined up at the door so I need you to be a fast server tonight. But we can always count on you so I don't even need to worry. Now, you will be the only other server rather than Austin, but he's also a great server so you'll do fine out here. None of the other owners are here tonight except Hanji and I, and I'll be leaving in an hour or so. Just do your best."

I nodded. "Of course." I smiled. A real smile. Something I reserve for three people in my life: Mina, Petra, and Hanji.

"Thank you so much." She pushed herself off the bar and straightened out her outfit. "Now let's get this party started!"

Eren P.O.V.

I sighed as I closed down my laptop for the night. I just finished my nightly blog post about everything that happened tonight. Of course I left out Levi's name but all the other details were there. I still can't believe he's a drag queen. What would he look like as a woman? If only I knew where he worked. That would be a sight to see. That tough looking guy all dressed up in woman's clothing. A great photo for certain.

Suddenly my phone lit up with multiple dings of text alerts. Who would be texting me at this hour? I picked up my iPhone and squinted. I didn't recognize the number but I almost threw the phone across the room when I saw the message contents.

Eren it's Mikasa.

Eren answer me!

I know this is your phone number.

I know you're in Paris.

I hacked into the bank account dad made for you.

You can't hide anymore.

We miss you.

Answer me, goddamnit!

My throat went dry as I opened the conversation but I couldn't type anything. My mind was blank. Mikasa has my number. She knows where I am. She misses me. But she knows where I am! This will not do! Another alert.

I saw you read this Eren Jaeger! I'm calling.

The phone started ringing and her number popped up. I froze. I can't answer this. What will I say? 'Yeah, sorry I haven't talked to you in three years and acted as if I dropped off the face of the planet. No hard feelings right?' Wrong! She'll be pissed at me. She'll yell at me. Scold me. Then demand that I come back home. So I did the stupid thing. I answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Eren! Oh my God it's so amazing to hear your voice!"

"Mikasa, how did you get this number?"

"It's attached to the bank account. Dad left it logged in on his computer. Must've been renewing it or something. Eren, I've been worried sick for the past three years! You disappear as if you'd died. What do you have to say about that?"

I sighed and put her on speaker phone so I could rub my face. The thing was, there was nothing I could say. I left. That was all there was to it. My reasons were my own, but I left. Mikasa didn't need to know why nor did she need to care. All I need to do is change the subject. "How's Armin doing?"

"He's doing fine. Acing college and on his way to becoming a lawyer."

I laughed slightly. "Armin as a lawyer. No offense to him but he isn't exactly the lawyer type. He's too nice and gentle."

"Well people change and he certainly has. You would know that if you hadn't have just gotten up and left us all."

"I left for my own reasons. Ones you won't understand anyway. You need to respect that choice."

"I would if you would tell me why! Did you know that after you left all our friends freaked out? You held us all together. And so much has happened here." I heard her voice crack and realized she was crying. "Marco died. He apparently had really bad depression and no one knew. He hung himself."

"What?!" I yelled into the phone. "When did this happen?"

"Last month. Jean hasn't spoken to anyone since. You would know that happened if you bothered to even keep in contact. You would also know that Ymir and Krista are getting married in five months. And that Annie is an MMA fighter now. That Reiner and Bert run a restaurant together. You've missed so much in the three years you've disappeared. We want to see you."

"Listen, what happened with Marco is upsetting and U'm happy for everyone else, but I'm not coming back home."

"We want to see your face."

"Then we can set up a video call if we must, but I'm not coming home. Keep track of where I travel, but don't come after me. You can keep this number but no one else is to have it. I'll text you my email and when you get everyone together we can have a giant call, but I'm not coming home."

I heard her sigh on the other end, knowing that she wasn't winning this war. "Fine. I'll text you before we do that. Just...be careful."

"Ich liebe dich*" I smiled when I heard her laugh.

"You too you idiot. You too."

*Ich liebe dich = I love you