I'm sorry this chapter took so long for me to finally post, stuff has been crazy and I got distracted by a one-shot I was working on (Take Me To Church [it's a Vikings fanfic which has absolutely nothing to do with anything]) and another story I just started (Haru on the Cliff by the Sea [a Free! fanfic, if you couldn't tell by the title] because I finally watched the damn show and I couldn't help myself). So now, here I am. Two months late. With an update on a pre-existing story. One of the ones I promised to finish before adding more to my plate. Sigh. I'm sorry. But! The other two aren't music based! Kind of… (Take Me To Church was inspired by the song, but not necessarily based off it [if that makes sense]). Anyways! The important thing here! The story! Let's get to it!
I can feel hands gripping at my shoulders and pulling me back, away from the now bloodied stone, pushing me backward and down so that I'm seated once more on the bed in this cell. "Eren!" I can hear the brunet shouting just beside my ear. "Please calm down." They circle around so that their hands are still pressing me down into the mattress but are standing in front of me to look me in the face as they speak to me. I didn't want to submit to this but I knew that fighting this person would do no good. I needed a better grasp on my situation before acting rashly. So instead of throwing out my arm and striking this person's head like I might normally be doing, I let them take my left hand into both of theirs and examine it, clicking their tongue after a few moments and lowering my wrist to my lap. "You just stay right there Eren. I'll be right back with some first aid, alright?" They say, backing out of the cell and locking up the door again before spinning on their heel and racing out of the narrow corridor. I look down at my hand, lifting it so that blood begins to run down my wrist. The skin of my knuckles had torn, I could see bone beneath the red sheen of blood which was now dripping from my elbow onto the bed and the cloth covering my thighs. I can hear the tell-tale signs of the brunet making their way quickly back to my holding cell, I don't bother looking up from the fascinating sight of the dark red contrasting against the bright white of the tight pants that had been pulled over my legs while I was unconscious.
"Oi, what the fuck were you thinking? Shitty brat." The deep voice causes me to pull my head up, my eyes clashing with steely grey as the short man with black hair makes his way past the iron bars and closer to the bed. I let him take my hand into his, like his brunet friend had done moments earlier. The skin on his hands was more rough, warm, but his touch was much more gentle. He clicks his tongue, carefully not to touch the blood still rolling down my arm, his face is twisted into a scowl but he pulls out a handkerchief from a pocket in his jacket. He wraps the dark cloth around my hand, catching the red liquid still swelling to the surface, he presses down gently onto the cloth as he holds my hand in place just in front of my face. The man remains silent for the next few moments when the brunet bursts back in, bandages in one hand and wet cloths in the other as they push the raven-haired man out of the way quickly get to work methodically wiping the already partially congealed blood from my arm. They gently pull the now soaked cloth from my hand, wiping off the coppery smears from my hand before wrapping the white bandages around my hand. Taking my uninjured hand in their free one, they place over my freshly dress hand and press down gently. "Keep some pressure on it. And hold it up, okay sweetie?" They say, tugging my hands a bit higher up, resting them just under my throat. I look up at them confused as they release their hold on my arms and step back. "I'll leave you to Levi now, alright?" They chirp out as they smile, giving a small wave before leaving the barred enclosure, bringing the extra bandaging and dirtied cloths with them.
My eyes shift to the stern looking man left behind who had made himself comfortable leaning against the bars of my personal prison. "So, you're Eren Jaeger?" He asks, repeating the question he had asked before. This time, despite my narrowed eyes, I'm unable to deny him an answer as his gaze seems to bore into my soul so I nod. He gives a quiet grunt before continuing his interrogation. "How long have you been able to shift?"
"As long as I can remember." I speak quietly, my voice coming out as a harsh whisper and I blame it on my lack of speaking since I woke up. The man stares at me for a bit before pushing himself forward, off the iron bars, and stalks toward me.
So this is where I'm leaving it for now.
If it seems OOC or weird for some reason, I blame the fact that I was writing this at the same time as I was writing the first chapter for a new (I know, I'm sorry) story for Kuroko no Basuke. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm sorry it's so short… But thank you for reading as always!