Author's Note: Bruh I passed the 10 chap mark, what a time to be alive.

The apartment was a fucking mess and I could give less that two shits. Its been a little less than a week since I'd found Erwin outside my door to drop a bombshell and then leave me hanging like forgotten laundry. Smith was his own category of asshole.

Pacing, I glanced at my cell wedged into the couch cushion, reached for it, then drew back as I remembered that it was dead. I hadn't bothered to charge it after I had gotten the message to 'stay put or I'll make you" three days ago. I knocked over a chair on my way to the kitchen, the clattering barely registering in my angry haze.

I'd already lost count to how many times I'd punched the wall, knocked something over, clenched and unclenched my fists. I'm surprised my knuckles weren't bleeding. Or maybe they were. I glance at my handing, only seeing a slight rawness. Grimacing, I bring my hands up in preparation to slam them on the dining table. Before they have the chance to connect, I hear the front door begin to unlock.

The smell of fresh soap with a slight hint of something metallic reaches my nostrils, immediately telling me who's here. Staring at nothing, I address him.

"Anything?"

I hear him make his way over, the sound of something hitting the floor followed by a rush of air as he takes a seat on one of the chairs still upright.

"Before I tell you, I need to know how you're doing."

I purse my lips before turning my attention to him. "Armin, I'm fine." The look he gives me has me rolling my eyes. "The full moon has passed, the only thing I really care about right now is getting to Mikasa."

The blond only clicks his tongue. "Even though you were ordered not to?"

I whirl on him, our faces only inches away, eyes blazing. "I've waited long enough and they still haven't gone to rescue her. I don't care what Smith said, I'm going."

When Erwin had told me that they had narrowed down Mikasa's whereabouts, I had expected a team to be sent out immediately, guns blazing. Instead, I had been instructed to keep out of the way, that the information had only been a courtesy. I wanted to rip someone's throat out.

Now, five days later, I was still waiting for something to happen and I was fucking tired of it.

Armin sighed. "You know there's a reason you were ordered to stand down on this one, right?"

"I don't care."

Blue eyes stayed on me, searching, before he finally seemed to deflate, bringing his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "It's a wonder how someone hasn't knocked some sense into you." He gives me a sidelong glance as he reaches to grab a bag at the foot of his chair, placing it on the table. "The again, I doubt it would work."

I can't even say anything to that because I know its true. He knows me so well, what a friend. Instead, I turn my attention to the laptop he's bringing out and booting up. I open my mouth, but he's already explaining.

"I had Nananba look through a couple of people at your headquarters, couldn't really trust the duo idiots to get it done."

I recall the third ghost that had appeared when Armin had touched the piercing in his ear. Nodding, I turn to the now lit screen. "What did they find?"

During the week I had been waiting, Armin had left, saying something along the lines of 'I have a feeling I'll be staying a while, I need my things'. He'd been busier than I thought. Then again, it wasn't surprising that he knew I would want information. The guy was always ten steps ahead.

Deft fingers flew over the keyboard, boxes of various info popping up on the screen. "They were able to pick up the general area, but not an exact location. A shame ghosts can't really nit pick though memories, current thoughts just don't provide enough information."

I frown. "How is that enough information?"

At this, Armin gives me a knowing smirk. "Sometimes one good piece of information is enough." He turns back to the little map he opened up, blue eyes reflecting the photo. "A few years ago, a large plot of land was bought by an unknown person, but records don't show that anything was done with it. Remember that place with all those empty warehouses and tracks you told me about?"

I nod, trying to connect the dots.

"You said that you had followed them but that they didn't lead anywhere. My guess is that you followed a decoy, that the real tracks are hidden."

"I think I would have noticed if the ground looked different."

"Not if they were glamored."

Made sense. It isn't hard to create an illusion, in fact, it was extremely simple for a vampire to do. The older the vamp, the bigger their bubble of influence. I know for a fact that Erwin was able to keep people away from the HQ building. Still though, "So, a vampire was sending out a block? Somehow I don't think that would have worked on Levi."

Just saying that name left a bad taste in my mouth. I hadn't seen or heard from the guy since our recon mission. I wasn't opposed to the idea of never seeing him again.

Armin shook his head. "I'm sure you would have sensed an illusion caused by a vampire. A glamor is something different. A glamor doesn't only trick your mind, it messes with every one of your senses."

"Who can do something like that?"

Armin puts a finger to his chin. "There could be a couple possibilities. Although I've never heard of one being seen, there are the fae. A more likely option would be a witch."

Now those were rare. You didn't hear that word often, maybe because it sounded just as ridiculous as the word 'alien'. However, because, for whatever reason, people found the idea of a witch less likely than a vampire, dealing with a witch was extremely difficult.

Witches usually kept to themselves, both because they liked to stay out of trouble and because they preferred it that way. Those that decided to involve themselves with the supernatural community worked as magic for hire. That was what was dangerous. Magic was tricky business that resulted in various consequences if not handled correctly. The witch that had caste the glamor must be very good.

I bring a hand up to rake through my hair frustratingly. "Ok, is there anything we can do about it?"

Armin's face scrunches up in thought. "There are two options, depending on the strength of the magic used. If the incantation wasn't a strong one, then simply knowing its there and looking closely enough will allow you to walk through it."

I really hoped that first option was what I was dealing with. "...and if it isn't?"

"You'll have to get permission from the witch herself."

Now that was something I did not have time for. Who knows how long it would take to find her? Even knowing that witches liked to work in designated areas was no guarantee that she was still around.

"Guess I'll have to find out then." I feel Armin grab at my sleeve and I look down to meet his gaze.

"Eren, are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, if these people are going through such length to keep people from finding them, they have to be dangerous."

I clench both fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms. "Its because I know they're dangerous I need to go. Do you really think I'll just leave Mikasa there? Just thinking about what could be happening to her, how long she's already been there...I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least try."

Armin looks down at his lap, lips set in a grim line. "I've known the both of you for a long time now, so I understand where you're coming from. I don't expect anything less from you. However," he turns to me then, eyes dark in warning, "if something happens to you too, I won't forgive you."

I can feel my face soften, my shoulders relaxing the tiniest bit. "I won't do anything too reckless, I'll think things through as rationally as possible." I smile at him. "I've learned to use my head a little more, don't worry."

He scoffs, shaking his head, lips curling up. "I hope your brain cells can handle the strain."

My face breaks out in a full blown grin. "That's why I have you here to help me."

How I love that eye roll of his.

"Listen close then, I'm only willing to repeat this information twice."

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The sun is long gone by the time Armin and I finish going through every piece of information he considered useful. He worked fast.

At some point during our info digging, the transparent duo of Connie and Sasha had floated in, spouting more information in excited shouts.

Straying by areas where some of the women were known to disappear from, they were able to find a hired goon lurking around. From him, they found a location, from there a person with more involvement, and from there a more precise location.

Connecting the warehouse yard to the seemingly deserted forest of land gave us a clearer idea of where the decoy and glamored tracks began. All that was left was to break through and scout the area. It was all easier said than done of course, but it was better than running around blindly.

We came to an agreement that tomorrow would be a better day to try and find the invisible barrier in case something came up. For now, I was preparing any weapons I might need, physical or mental. Keeping my emotions as stable as possible was important if I wanted to fight any attacks that might be aimed at my mind.

The next day could not pass by fast enough.

I was already pacing by the time the sun was setting once more, dressed in dark clothing and awaiting the designated hour.

Armin would occasionally look up from behind his screen to look at me, snorting softly. "Calm down, Eren. Even if you are able to get passed the glamor, we agreed that you'd only check out the surroundings."

Even if he said that, I could feel my heart trying to claw its way up my throat in both nervousness and anticipation. Even one new development brought me closer to Mikasa, and that was enough to get my adrenaline going.

Breathing in deep through my nose, I let out the air in a calming breath and sat myself on the couch, arms crossed. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to focus on my objective.

Three more hours to go.

Apparently thinking of nothing and everything really made time pass by because next thing I knew, Armin was shaking my shoulder, drawing my attention.

"Its time, you ready?"

I stand, stretching and rolling shoulders. "Ready as I'll ever be." I look over myself once more. Dark jeans and a matching long-sleeved shirt. Fabric that stretched easily was always ideal in case the need to transform ever arose. My boots were not as easily salvaged, but those were easily kicked off.

With a 9mm issued pistol at my belt, a knife tucked at my ankle, I made my way to the door. I waved at Armin's call of, "be careful!" and closed the door behind me.

I was just stepping out of the building when I felt a cold shiver make its way up my spine. Senses on high alert, I snapped my head to the left, body tensing defensively. I sniffed the air and immediately grimaced.

"Oh, its you."

Levi stepped out from the shadows of the alleyway. "I was wondering when you would decided to come out."

I sneered at him. "Stalking me?"

"That would be a waste of my time."

Amazing. "What are you doing here then?"

Now he was looking at me like if I had been the one to insult him. "Do you really expect me to answer that?" Looks like he wasn't waiting for an answer either because he only turned and began walking. "Let's go."

If I could just feel his nose break under my fist, my week would be over a hundred times better. "How do you know where I'm going."

He stops and looks back at me. "It really isn't that hard to hear you through a window, you're pretty fucking loud."

I stand there gaping at him. What in the hell? How long had he been here exactly? Why hadn't I noticed him? He was seriously starting to piss me off. I stomped after him, growling.

"Please keep your belligerent barking to yourself until everything is done, I don't need the distraction."

One of these days I was gonna wring his skinny neck.

Author's Note: Naruto is done guys, I have no words. I'mma take my frustrations out on my writing. I'm feelin' the flow.

Why is it that my porn gets more views than my fic? Y'all pervs.