Nope. I don't own SnK. Or anything.
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People of Philippines, please stand strong!

"Eren! What the fuck!" Jean screamed from behind the opened door before leaning backwards and tilting his head so he could eye the teenager, "Throw out the garbage, man!"

"I thought I said no swearing!" Ymir screamed from across the hall. She took a moment to glare at the young Kirschtein and quickly stormed down the hall, "I'm gonna clean your fucking mouth."

"Yikes! The devil is here!" Jean shrieked, returning back to his normal posture in a hurried state and ran whilst screaming something along the lines of how Eren never did the garbage work and just went straight home after cleaning the whole place up (which he did well, surprisingly). It was a part of his job, but Hanji seemed to take little to no care about this, and sometimes she would just take the trash out if everyone refused to do so.

Eren shrugged Jean's screams and Ymir's angered yelling off. He began to walk out of the shop, not bothering to say bye to everyone other than Christa who always met him before he left. Eren let out an annoyed sigh, realizing that the past 24 hours were tiring as hell to him, and he knew the reason why. The sole reason- the 'bane' to his existence. Levi. Or Corporal Rivaille, whatever the hell his stage name was didn't matter anymore. Eren knew him. Deep inside his mind and heart he knew that he knew the man and all of his habits by heart, but he had forgotten it all as if some kind of amnesia plagued him, but now he wasn't sure. If he had amnesia, his memories wouldn't be flooding back so quickly, but his as of now...

Eren's thoughts confused himself. He was completely unsure if it was some kind of mental problem.. or if he just wanted to forget about the man himself. Suddenly, the thoughts of his previous nightmare attacked his mind, sending shivers down and back up his spine as he remembered how very lucid the dream was. Maybe it was real, and there was only one way to find out.

The case that the syringe and serum were put into which was supposedly hidden underneath a pair of loose floorboards.

Eren then decided as he stepped up onto his porch and rang the doorbell that he would investigate the area around the couch to see any signs of liquids of sorts. 'Maybe its what's making me forget my memories...' Eren concluded before he heard a pair of footsteps approaching the front door.

"Welcome home, honey!" Carla Jaeger opened the door while she said her greetings with a wrinkly smile, the shine in her eyes she had lost yesterday night back and bright.

"Hey mo-!" He stopped in mid-sentence as he saw Mikasa dragging down clothes of all colors and posters from up the stairs, all of them packed into a flimsy Walmart bag. What he had realized was that there were two things similar to all of those clothes and posters: the picture of the idol whom she loved so much and his signature 'Wings of Freedom'.

Mikasa paid no heed to his presence as she dragged all of the contents down the stairs, the plastic bag noise resounding in Eren's mind as he watched her.

Carla blinked, "Eren?" She slowly queried. She turned around to look at what he was staring at, her eyes widening briefly before she turned back to face him, "Oh, darling..."

"What's she doing." His voice came out more like a rough statement filled with disbelief and anger as Mikasa folded the pictures of Levi up, ripping some of the large posters which seemed to make him irritated enough to clench his fists.

"Even I don't know," Carla turned around once more and sent Mikasa a worried look, "I think she's still mad from yesterday..."

"Mom," Mikasa snapped, turning to her mother, "I'm right here. I can hear you two." She gave them a frown before scoffing, "Plus, I've always hated that man." She spat as she ripped more images of the star she loved before.

"Mikasa, that was all back then," Carla frowned as Eren shut the door behind him, shoving his backpack onto the floor where it 'belonged' before untying his converse, "please just let it go already!"

"No, mom! He's a horrible person!"

"But he also saved Ere-!"

"So?" For the first time in Mikasa's life, she gave her mom a look.

Her mom scowled, furrowing her eyebrows in disappointment at her daughter.

Words suddenly slipped from Eren's mouth, "Mikasa, you haven't always hated that man. Remember that time you said you loved him?" He stiffened and let out a confused look. He hadn't meant to say that. He didn't even know why he said that, nor did he ever remember having that thought in his head.

Mikasa froze as well, turning to look at him in the eye with an astounded look, "How do you..?" Her speech was slowed into a slur.

Eren didn't respond. Instead, he thinned his lips into a line, took off his converse and left to go to his room, the thuds of his feet hitting wood loud and clear. "Great," Eren thought to himself, inwardly rolling his eyes, "another memory that I'm not aware of." He opened his door and shut it gently. He changed out of his clothes and went to the bathroom connected to his room and to the family room, jumping into the bath tub to take a quick shower. Once he was done, he casually walked back to his room, a towel wrapped around his waist with his hair still slightly slopping. He shoved on some comfortable clothes, not caring if they matched or not and laid down in his bed, thinking about his past with the constant reminder of something projectile being launched into his neck and being injected with a serum. "God," Eren was frustrating himself, regularly thinking about his past and Levi- oh God, Levi- "he's right. I need to remember soon."

At the word 'he', Eren's thoughts and mind were suddenly trained onto another subject: Levi.

The man with an unknown last name, the man who continuously plagued his mind, the first person whom he had shared a kiss with- and it wasn't just a normal kiss... it was intense and heated. Eren felt heat rush to his face at the bare mention of the man's name, whether it was in his head or not. Then it hit Eren. "Oh," he groaned, "God why am I feeling like this?" he grew annoyed of his pounding heart, "Don't tell me I like him. That's bullshit, I hate him.. or well, I'm supposed to, anyway. I can't believe everything is moving so fast. I didn't know one major event could trigger so many other shitty, life-traumatizing events."

Ah, yes, the life of a still-growing, five foot seven, nineteen year-old Eren Jaeger.

"So," Eren piped up, a question prepared and ready in hand as he looked at his sister who was still eating her share of food, "Mikasa, what do you plan on doing with those posters."

She paused and looked at him, swallowing down all her food before responding, "Eren, not now. We're eating."

"That didn't matter yesterday."

Carla refused to speak up as she continued to chow down on her meal in an elegant fashion.

"Eren," Mikasa seemed to speak with an angry tone, "really?"

"Yeah, really," he scowled at her, "why are you so angry when I talk about him or things related to him?"

"Because he drowned you!" Mikasa spat, narrowing her eyes, giving her a much more intimidating look.

"No, Mikasa," Eren shot her answer down, correcting her," he saved me!"

"He also pushed you, Eren!"

"Maybe it was an accident!"

"No, I saw him push you!"

"Mikasa, stop demonizing him!"

"Why are you always taking his side?" Mikasa cried, her voice broken, matching her sad facial expression as she placed her spoon back down onto the plate, "You're always like this! Do you like him?"

Eren opened his mouth but couldn't find his voice.

She shot him an incredulous look, "Do you like him?" Her voice seemed darker, annoyed even.

Yet again, words slipped out of Eren's mouth, "Yes, I do."

Carla smiled whilst Mikasa continued to fume with anger.

"That's disgusting, Eren." Mikasa scowled in disgust at her brother.

Eren was shocked.

Carla's smile disappeared and she glared at Mikasa, "Mikasa! Watch your mouth! Is this how I taught you to grow up, hm? Thinking that love couldn't exist for both genders? Wrong! Absolutely wrong! Mikasa, I'm ashamed of you- I thought I taught you what love was..!"

"But mom," Mikasa tried to reason, "it's wrong."

Carla's glare intensified, "Mikasa," her voice was stern and serious, "I know you are better than that. I know I taught you well."

Mikasa stood up from her seat and immediately left the dinner table without saying another word.

"Mikasa..." Eren muttered under his breath, closing his eyes as he leaned back into his chair. He then began to question him why he had thought of bringing this topic up during dinner.

Carla frowned at her son's distress, "It's alright Eren. Tomorrow, everything will be better, I promise you that." She then stood up and took the empty plates, taking them over to the sink.

"Hey, mom," Eren slowly began, questioning himself for even asking this question, "is it true..? You can't love someone who's the same gender as you?"

Carla smiled, the smile evident in her voice, "Sweetie, gender doesn't matter! Male or female, you are still human, and along with being human, you are allowed to love. Every one is allowed to love, there are no rules or obligations about love."

Eren smiled at this before scoffing, "I didn't think I'd have some girl talk with my own mom."

Carla laughed, "I wasn't expecting to teach things about love to my son either, Eren."

It was now midnight and everyone was upstairs asleep. Eren smiled. Sometimes he had benefits for being the only to be able to sleep on the main floor, even though it was so noisy sometimes. He could just sneak out and take food whenever he wanted (which was forbidden in his household). Eren stood up from his bed, taking his phone which he never used unless he was in a live-or-die situation and lighting up a path for himself using it as a flashlight. Yes, there was an app for this, but he never really bothered with apps on his phone. The screen was lit to it's brightest as Eren opened his door, thankful for the well-oiled hinges. He tiptoed his way out and ambled to his couch. Looking and feeling around the floors, he finally felt a pair that seemed to give in slightly. He took his nails and somehow successfully dug them into the floors, lifting the patch up.

Eren, who had felt excitement and fear bubbling over his stomach, peered in to find nothing but a grey cloth, much to his disappointment. He frowned and decided to pull it out, being as careful as he could be so that the wooden boards wouldn't make any sounds as he shifted his weight from left to right. Finally taking it in hand, he put the wooden floorboard back into place, hearing a small, light thump as it did. Eren then realized that the cloth was molded into a shape of a small book. Blinking twice, her unwrapped the small book, touching his phone's screen so that it wouldn't turn off on him as he did so.

He was happy and surprised to find a little notebook with his name scribbled inside it. Maybe this was what the dream tried to tell him. That something he had long-forgotten about was under his nose the whole time. Maybe this was the key to his past.

Feeling sleepy, he quickly took his phone and went to his room, the book and cloth in his arms. He closed his door and shoved the book wrapped in cloth in a drawer and jumped onto his bed, the bed making a creaking noise as his weight was launched upon it.

He placed the phone beside him and closed his eyes, hoping that the same weird dream wouldn't pop up.

A small 'ding' resounded throughout the room as his phone's screen was lit once again.

Eren opened his eyes.

Cue: another ding.

Eren took his phone by surprise. Who would be texting him at this time? Armin? No, he should be asleep. Mikasa was probably still upset to even talk to him. He glanced at the screen and his mouth dropped immediately.

?: Yo brat.
?: Before you ask, I have one word to say: Hanji.

He couldn't move a muscle as he just stared at the words glistening in front of the album-cover he had set to a wallpaper of one of his favorite bands, Lemaitre.

?: Answer my fucking friend request, Jaeger.
?: Don't bullshit me I know you aren't sleeping.

Eren's hands immediately flew to type his password in before he responded back to-

Eren: Levi? Hwat!? Howd u even what
?: Accept the request.

Before Eren could register his own movements, he had pressed accept, and Levi's first name was now as clear as day.

Levi: Finally. Brat, I won't be there tomorrow.
Eren: lol okay. I dun ker.
Levi: That's just rude, brat.
Eren: Seriously how do u know.
Levi: Uh, Hanji.
Eren: That little pause got me worried lol.
Levi: Wow, your typing got better.
Eren: Wow such amaze wow very shock
Levi: ...doge

Eren smirked.

Eren: No. It's Eren.
Oh yeah btw, I won. You already said my name.
Levi: You said mine too, shitty brat.
Eren: Yeah, but you said mine first.
Levi: No. You said mine first.
Eren: Umno
Levi: Tch, whatever. I'll message you later, brat, I need my sleep. It's what makes me a good kisser.

Eren's face turned red.

Eren: Why are you even talking to me.
Levi: I don't see why not.
Eren: we literally just made out yo
Levi: And?
Whatever, brat. I need to sleep. I'm gonna come by around 6PM tomorrow, I have an interview to attend to first. Watch me on TV, that's an order, Jaeger, and also, you can NOT leave until I come.

Eren, as much as he wanted to disobey him, couldn't help it for some reason.

Eren: Sure.
Levi: K bye
Eren: Good night, mister devil!
Levi: Ugh

A smile slowly sneaked its way onto Eren's face as he stared at the screen with sleepy eyes. "I can't help it..." Eren muttered to himself before closing his eyes, the phone's light shutting off a few seconds after, "I just can't help it."

like the past few days i kinda puked this out hey guess what it's 1:09 yay woot, and im sorry if the grammar and description are really fucked. I know I made Mikasa like such a poo in this chapter, but I'll try to make it up! I have reasons for making her like this in this chapter, and she does too! Yeah, sorry but

it's Remembrance Day tomorrow
I salute to all the soldiers who have died and I give them my thanks for giving humanity the freedom and will to live by sacrificing themselves.

By the way, the surge in Philippines... Since I originated from Philippines I feel very sad about the news, and my heart goes out to everyone in that country. I know ten thousand people have died, and some of them were my mom's friends and my relatives, so I'll be honest here.
I am between depressed and just-feeling-miserable, but...
Anyway, I hope that Filipinos and Filipinas will stand strong. Once again, I am very sorry for them who are there, and please take a moment to think how lucky you are for being able to live in a shelter with food and water.

Thanks to you for reading this!