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Levi had left, leaving Carla Jaeger broken down, her once beautiful face cringed into one of ultimate woe. Mikasa, on the other hand, was still contemplating about the little episode that had just happened, her grey eyes wide in disbelief with traces of rage as she sat on a chair, looking very stressed out. Both hands were on her forehead, keeping her head up as she continued to sort out her thoughts while Carla continued to sniffle as she slowly recovered from her shock.

Eren was confused. No, Eren was beyond confused. Eren was absolutely sure that he didn't know of Levi until now. Nothing about him was familiar. Nothing! Only the way his last name... Jaeger rolled off his tongue interested him, but that was it. The harder Eren thought about it, the more his head hurt. If he had known Levi before, then it must've been when he was still a child. He shut his eyes tightly and he grabbed at his soft brown hair, tugging every now and then. He remembered being four, calling Mikasa 'Ackersa' instead of her actual name because he found it funny. And Mikasa would not get it. Then he remembered something about his favorite, old-kiddy park which he used to play in with his three best friends. Mikasa, Armin... and Marco?

Eren scoffed at his own thoughts. Definitely not Marco. Someone with black hair. Someone who a part of him longed to meet, but the other part of him acted as if the other was completely invisible. Eren opened his eyes and thought harder, trying his very best to remember who the other best friend was. What kind of best friend would that person be if Eren didn't remember his or her name? Maybe Eren didn't like this person and chose to forget about him or her.

But Eren wouldn't do that.
He would never.

He clenched his teeth and forced all the pressure he could into his brain so he could remember who it was. He grunted as he threw his head back, his arms which were once folded falling limp beside him as he fell back into the cushions of the sofa. He stared blankly at the messy table, still dirty with food and messes which he himself had created. He closed his eyes and thought again once more, relaxing himself and figuring that his mind would most likely work better with a clear head. It was as if a part of him didn't want to remember the child he used to play with, even though he knew that that child was closer to him than Mikasa was.

"No..." Eren mumbled, "something's wrong..." Something indeed was wrong. There was a hole in his head- in his memories- and it wouldn't let Eren remember his memories from when he met that person with raven black hair to now. Eren, feeling fatigued, let his body rest on the couch, his head tilted back as he felt his mind drift.

"Eren... I need to leave you."

"Why?"

"They don't believe me."

"B-But I saw h-her-!"

"I know, Eren, but they didn't. They want to keep a large distance between me and you, and so... I'm moving."

"What!? No, no you can't do that- " a blur, "you can't! I'll be all alone-!"

"Eren, you have everything. You're anything but alone. I promise that I'll come back for you, okay? Don't forget me until then, got it, brat?"

'Brat?' Eren thought as he stirred in his sleep, 'That sounds familiar...'
"Okay... And then once everything's over, it'll all be fine, right... L-"

"-evi!" Eren shot up from the couch with wide green eyes, hands gripping onto the leather like he would die if he was not doing so.

Three pairs of eyes stared at him.

Mikasa opened her mouth in shock, her eyes wide as she stared at her brother. She lifted her hands and covered her mouth.

His mother's golden eyes flickered with fear and sadness as her eyes trailed downwards to the wooden floors, "Eren, you shouldn't have remembered..."

"What?" Eren was quick to respond, looking at Carla.

"Eren..." Mikasa's voice was a hushed whisper.

"What is it..!?" His voice seemed frantic, as Grisha, who was present at the time as it was ten thirty, pulled out a silver case from below a pair of loose floorboards.

Grisha's eyes were visibly dark, even through the glasses he wore as he carried the case over to where Eren was. He opened the case as he signaled for Mikasa and Carla to hold Eren down onto the couch.

Eren gasped as his arms were clasped to the couch along with his feet as both Mikasa and Carla held him down with incredible strength, "Let go of me!"

Grisha let a tear fall down his cheek as he took out a needle containing a purple substance, squirting out the excess serum before leaning over his son.

"Dad!?" Eren looked panicked, "What are you doing!?"

"I'm so sorry, Eren," Grisha then gently placed the needle over Eren's vein on his neck after sterilizing the area and slowly plunged it into his neck.

"No!" Eren launched from the soft leather cushions of the couch he laid on, springing up and almost hitting Mikasa who was also asleep. However, his outburst seemed to be enough to jerk the poor girl awake, her face clean of any kind of make up. She turned her head to face Eren's face, his eyes flooding with tears.

"Eren?" Mikasa's voice was soft and caring with a hint of worry in them.

Eren didn't speak for a moment as he scrutinized Mikasa face which was filled with confusion, her grey eyes wide. He then closed his eyes tightly, choking a sob down as salty tears rushed down to meet his clothed chest, "Thank God," he wept, "why did I even doubt you, Mikasa?" He chuckled without emotion, "You could never do that..."

Mikasa seemed surprised for a moment, hints of regret written on her face as clear as day, though Eren couldn't see it. He was too busy having his moment to notice her strangled look. "It's okay, Eren," She patted his back softly, "I'm just gonna straight up and guess that you had a nightmare."

Eren nodded as he choked back his tears, looking up at his sister with confident eyes, "Yeah," he shyly admitted, rubbing an eye with one hand as he averted his eyes to look at the clock which hung above the Samsung TV they owned.

4:50 AM, it read.

Eren's eyes went wild as he realized that he had just woken his sister up who had to leave to work at seven, "Oh, God," he began, "Mikasa... I'm so sorry I woke you up..."

Mikasa glanced at the time before smiling at Eren, "It's fine."

Eren paused for a moment, looking at her with an incredulous look, "Why were you sleeping here anyway?"

Mikasa rolled her eyes, "Knowing you, every time you're going through a large amount of shock, you get nightmares. So this little... disturbance was actually highly expected."

"Stop talking smart," Eren sighed, "it makes me feel like I don't know you."

"You don't."

"Go away."

Mikasa smirked and stood up, taking Eren's legs off her lap as she did so, giving a small yawn as she walked away from him.

Eren let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes until he heard his sister whisper something.

"Watch as monsters come to eat you, Eren," She whispered as she peaked her head from behind a wall just enough so that her eyes and up were the only things visible in the dark, "they will gobble you up."

Eren chuckled, "Mikasa, I'm not nine anymore."

"We'll see..." Mikasa's tone seemed to have some kind of evilness which seemed through rather visibly to Eren, causing him to shiver as she walked away, her footsteps soft compared to his father's, mother's and himself.

Eren laid back down on the couch, resting his head on the pillow which he knew that Mikasa had placed behind him because it was his favorite soft pillow. He shut his eyes until he heard a whisper beside his right ear, the word loud and clear which sent shivers running down his spine.

"Boo."

And for the first time in many years, Eren screamed a girly shriek, and in the end, Mikasa had to sleep near him.

"Damn it," Eren growled as he chomped down on his breakfast which consisted of two slices of buttered toast and egg, "I'm gonna be late again. Ugh, I should always just skip breakfast..." He cursed as he glanced at the time, his mouth stuffed with food and bread crumbs on the sides of his mouth. The clock read 9:10. "Fuck it," He swore as he shoved his half-eaten meal away, glad that he had dressed early for all he had to do was put on his socks and converse and run for it. Even though Eren woke up at eight- mostly thanks to Mikasa- he was slow. There were only two reasons for his being: his dream last night and the previous events.

He couldn't get his mind off it. He remembered having a dream inside a dream, but that dream which he knew contained moments of his past seemed blurry. All he remembered was the feeling of misery and heartache. The other dream which contained of the female members in his family compressing him down onto the couch whilst his father injected him, however, seemed so vivid... so lucid... so real. It scared him, and it made him briefly wonder if that dream was real, but seeing as he had no mark on his neck made from something projectile, he tried his best to dismiss his dark thoughts.

Eren quickly grabbed a pair of socks from the 'bowels of nasty' -as Mikasa would call it when it really was just a bin filled with clean socks- and slid them onto his feet without trouble, much to his delight. He took out his old pair of black, dirty high-top converse and grabbed his olive colored back pack and booked it, not bothering to lock the door.

'It's not like someone's going to go in,' he rolled his eyes upon remembering all those times where his whole family would reprimand him for simply not locking a damn which lead inside their house.

Running block after block without feeling weary, he arrived at the Cafe he worked in, and was surprised when he saw a certain someone's fans outside. "Really?" Eren paused, panting for air as he finally felt the aftershock of running for so long. He walked away from the crowd after noticing that the body guards were already there, keeping the crowd away from going inside the Cafe, and walked to the back of the place which was surprisingly empty other than a few cats which feasted on milk which Christa had set out for them in a bowl. He sagged his backpack, preparing to put it in his locker beforehand as he quickly swiped his keys out from his jean's right pocket with his free hand and took the fancy silver one, inserting it into the crimson door before him. "I thought he'd leave by now... that guy..." He mumbled as he twisted the key, letting it unlock. He pulled the key out and opened the door until he heard a voice behind him say:

"How wrong you are, brat. This is where it all fucking begins."

Eren held back a gasp as weight was thrown onto his back, sending him flying inside, sliding on the clean floors of the break room.

I don't.
I don't. I really don't. ok bye.
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