Yes. Two chapters in one day.
But hey it's to prepare the setting! Then we can go to the cool stuff! ;)
Something quite unusual happened this morning. Eren heard somebody singing.
Ah, if only our voices speaking at night
Could ever reach the very edge of this world, and of time Instead of fading into air and dust
What is this shit?
The teen thought irritably, groaning as he turned inside the covers.
Then what will the words, could it ever be
Farthest words from "probably" Let's make a promise that will never fade
It won't stop. What the fuck? Is it Armin?
Let's say it together on the count of three, oh
And the crazy guitar solo that played just after these lyrics, made Eren jolt up and yelp out in shock. He looked around to find the source of this noise and saw a phone vibrating next to him, with the screen showing '7:00 am' and playing this annoying song.
Eren narrowed his eyes, pretty grumpy that he was woken up so suddenly. Usually, he'd wake up on his own, late, but still on his own. Only on days where he woke up really late, Mikasa would barge in and drag him out of bed. Literally drag him out of the bed.
But that wasn't the main concern right now.
That's not mine, Eren thought, looking at the phone warily. He picked it up and tried to unlock it to make the music stop. But as the screen showed a series of numbers to click on to get the password, Eren gulped, trying out his own password, just in case.
Password invalid, Eren read, maybe it's Armin's or Mikasa's… But what is it doing in my room?
The teen sighed, reaching out for the tiny side table next to his bed, pulling on the drawer to put the phone inside… Which was a huge mistake.
Inside the drawer, there was a small journal, what looked like pills and… Pads?
What the FUCK is this doing in MY room? Eren thought as he stared at the pads with horror, quickly pushing the drawer closed. Now that he thought about it… He didn't have a drawer like this next to his bed… And the room seemed unusually big… As well as the bed.
Eren looked around in shock, not recognizing the place at all. This room was no only huge, but very feminine too. It was so clean.
"What the f-"
"HISTORIA!"
The sudden noise of a door opening startled the young boy, and soon he found a tall dark haired woman he didn't know standing at the door and looking at him playfully.
"Hurry up, Princess. Breakfast is on the table," she chirped, before quickly closing the door and disappearing.
Eren blinked, staring at the door in disbelief. Who was that woman? Who was Historia?
… Wait. Maybe I'm just dreaming.
The boy thought as he looked around, and started getting up. To the movement, he saw what he was wearing, and flipped.
"A pink dress?" Eren yelped, looking down and touching the fabric. But this was the end of his surprise… Two things seemed to form bumps over his chest.
Eren's eyes widened, abashed and confused. This HAD to be a dream! He didn't just turn into a girl!
If this is what I think it is… I wanna touch them, the teen thought with a blush. But he couldn't just do that! He had to be respectful!
"Oh well," the teen sighed, reaching out to squeeze the bumps curiously. "If it's just a dream…"
He blinked in surprise to how high pitched his voice was. He let go of squishy bumps and reached out for his throat. Did he catch a cold?
I don't get sick in dreams, Eren complained mentally.
After getting up, he lazily scratched his bum… To which he had to freeze in the process.
Yup. Definitely not mine.
It took Eren a solid five minutes to find the Kitchen. He'd usually go down a hall and downstairs to Mikasa and maybe Armin when he sleeps over, but the moment he stepped out of this unknown room, there were a dozens of halls!
The teen realized by the end of the third hall that he was in a Mansion. It was so huge, clean, and luxurious!
He passed a few portraits of people he didn't know. One them had the portrait of the woman who woke him up earlier. She was dressed in a wealthy dark blue dress and was smiling faintly. She had another woman enxt to her, much younger. That one had beautiful blonde hair, bright blue eyes and was wearing a dark red dress. Her expression however, was very somber.
Still cute, Eren mentally commented as he stood in front of the portrait curiously. Hm… Must be really rich people. Why do they look so sad though?
"Historia!"
Eren jumped a bit to the sudden voice coming from down the hallway. The woman stood there, a hand resting on her hip as she looked at Eren with impatience.
"What are you doing? Father already started without you. He's really mad. Now hurry up," she said, waving Eren over.
The teen obeyed, quickly running towards her. But on his way there, he stopped by a random mirror that was hanging on a wall. He blinked once he saw the reflection, his eyes growing gradually.
Whoa. I'm the girl from the portrait! He realized with some surprise.
"Historiaaaaa," the woman huffed impatiently. "What is it with you? You're usually ready! And look at you, not even dressed!"
Eren blinked back to the woman. Oh. The girl's name is Historia. Wait. I'm Historia? This dream is really detailed wow.
"Uhm, sorry," he, or rather she, said.
The two of them then walked down the stairs, leading them to the first floor. It also had many rooms, most of them closed. Eren was completely disoriented. Back at his House, everything was so open.
The teen followed the woman curiously, blinking up to her. Who was she anyway?
"Uhm, excuse me," he asked with his unusual feminine voice. "But what's your name?"
The woman blinked in surprise, glancing back to Eren with a curious look. She then let out a soft laugh, and reached out to pat the boy's head.
"Story you can be really funny sometimes. Are you sure you're awake?" She chuckled. "I'm your favorite and only big sister, Frieda."
Aha. Why not Mikasa? She's my favorite and only sister.
Eren raised a brow, looking unimpressed. But he didn't want to think too much of it. Frieda was his sister in this dream. Fine.
They reached a giant dining room with huge windows showing the beautiful sight outside. This House had a big garden with trees standing proudly, and from what Eren could see, also a fountain.
The teen beamed, ready to rush to the windows to look inside, but Frieda caught his arm and stopped him. She then gestured her head to a man sitting by the table. He looked around his end 40s, rather big, with dark hair and a mustache. He was sipping on his coffee, while reading the newspaper.
Eren's eyes nose scrunched up in disgust.
A big white rich man. Everything I love, the boy thought sarcastically.
"Historia," Frieda, whispered softly to Eren, looking back to the man. "Go apologize."
"Why?" Eren replied almost immediately, frowning. Why should HE apologize?
"You're late, and still in your nightgown", Frieda scolded lowly before shoving Eren to the man.
The teen made a small noise of complaint, sounding like a grumpy cat. He gave Frieda a side glare, before looking back to the man.
The man looked up from his paper, giving Eren a stern look. He carefully folded the paper and straightened up, staring at Eren.
"You're late," he said sternly.
"For what?" Eren asked immediately, raising a brow. To that, Frieda and the man both lifted their eyebrows in surprise.
"For breakfast," the man reprimanded, eyeing Eren. "And you're not dressed."
"I … Am?" Eren replied hesitantly, looking down on the dress. He wasn't naked last time he checked.
Frieda sighed in disappointment and carefully pulled Eren back to her.
"She's not herself this morning, father. Perhaps some jasmine tea would do her well."
Father? That guy's my dad? I don't like this dream anymore, Eren thought with a frown on his face, pulling himself away from Frieda. The man observed him with a raised brow, before frowning as well. He sighed heavily, and stood up.
"No breakfast for you this morning. Maria shall prepare you a bigger lunch," he decided, leaving the table empty handed.
This irked Eren. Since he was a server at a café, he had to pick up the clients' dirty dishes every day. He didn't mind since this was work, but in this dream, he was in a home. Did that guy really expect people to just pick up his dishes?
"You're not gonna get that?" he asked out loud, pointing to the man's dishes.
To that, the man stopped, and turned back with a frown, looking rather annoyed now.
"We have maids for that. What's gotten into you, Historia?" the father replied, rather irked. He then turned away and left.
What a fucking asshole.
Eren thought as he watched the man leave, eyes shifting to a brunet woman in a dark dress and apron who picked up the dishes.
Frieda's eyes had marginally widened at Eren, and she was now grabbing his slim shoulders, looking at him directly in the eye.
"What in the name of the Heavens has gotten into you Historia? Since when do you talk back to father? And since when do you use vulgar terms like 'gonna'?"
Eren just stared at her blankly, still pretty annoyed about the man's attitude. But now, he was even more annoyed. Why was everyone expecting him to be a nice little boy? Or… Girl in that case?
"Ugh. I just wanna wake up already," Eren groaned, moving away from Frieda's grasp.
The latter gasped as 'Historia' used yet another vulgar term. She watched her sister walk back upstairs silently, wondering what in the gods' names just happened.
Once he reached the room, Eren sighed, flopping back on the bed. That was such an unpleasant dream.
The boy rolled around, staring at the desk in front of the king sized bed. It had pictures of Historia and Frieda, looking small and happy. To that, Eren smiled a bit sadly. This may be a dream, but from what he could judge, the character he was playing had a rather tough life in this luxurious place.
"Man," he sighed. "I feel sorry for you, Historia."