Special (Levi x Reader)

Chapter 31: Back Home

Levi and I were in carriage, on our way to the Underground City. I felt a bit uncomfortable and awkward. I had not returned once since Greg and I escaped, 5 years ago.

I shyly glanced a few times at Levi. He did not come back either since he left this hell hole. I wondered how he felt, but I did not feel like asking. I had to focus on the mission, which was to found out who my father really was.

Eren's father, who was coming from outside the walls, mentioned mine in his notes. He stated that a man called Franck Hans escaped from his hometown and came here. He was not considered an Eldian, the ethnicity persecuted around the world. Our ethnicity. As he was my parent, it was crucial to discover who he truly was, and what his goal was too. So my whole future and life were depending on our findings.

Historia, being the queen, calmed the authorities who wanted to imprison me down and bought us some time to prove that I was not a threat.

I knew Levi was anxious and he was hiding it from me. He did not show it but he was truly worried about me. I was a bit sad. We did not get the occasion to celebrate our victory. And I did not get the occasion to ask him to marry me. I promised myself that once the air was cleared, I would definitely propose.

After a while, the carriage stopped.

"Here we are." Levi said.

"Let's do this..." I responded.

His greys eyes caught mine. We looked at each other for a few seconds before moving. I checked my knives before coming off our transportation. I did not forget how dangerous it was, down there. I coud never forget...

Military Police officers pointed at the stairs.

"You have 3 days to prove that you are not an enemy, Miss Hanzer. You and Mr Ackerman won't receive any support. From now on, you are on your own." one said.

The second solider was looking at me, obviously amused by the situation. Suddenly, the amusement in his eyes got replaced by fear. I smirked. I just knew Levi sent him daggers with his gaze. I chuckled when I walked pass the soldier to reach the stairs.

The staircase to heaven. That was how we used to call it. Greg... I missed him everyday, so much. I wished he could have been with us at this moment.

Levi and I both started walking down the stairs, in silence. The deeper we went, the darker it got. At a moment, Levi grabbed my hand and stopped advancing.

"Y/N. No matter what happens, no matter what we find... I'll be there, with you, forever..." he gently murmured.

His words touched my heart and soul. I did no say a thing. I placed my hand on his nape and pressed my lips against his. Our kiss was intense, passionate and full of emotions that said it all. We were soulmates. We would kill and die for each other.

Unfortunately, we had to break off our kiss to catch our breath. And time was not on our side. We had to carry on with the mission. We concentrated and continued our trip down. I did not remember the stairs and steps being so long. But we finally reached the bottom.

I swallowed my saliva and we both put our hoods on. Our cloaks were unbranded as we had to remain anonymous and as discreet as possible. Both of us used to be famous thugs there. And that fame created enemies.

"Now, show me were you used to live." my lover said.

I nodded and led the way.

I frowned. Everything was the same. The smell of the streets was still a mix of piss, vomit and alcohol. The lightning was still too low, it was hard to see clearly. There were many beggars and half-dead people laying in the dirt. No one was helping. No one cared. We were surrounded by misery and desolation. Yeah. Nothing had changed.

My breathing intensified when we got closer to my house. Everything felt odd, without Greg by my side. I knew it would be difficult and I would get emotional when I would enter my house. It was filled with memories of my best friend.

"That's it." I said, stopping in front of the building.

Levi nodded before pushing the door open. I was holding my breath, preparing for the flow of memories that would soon drown me.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the familiar furniture of what used to be my home, my shelter. It took me a good second to step inside. Nothing had changed. Our beds were in the state we usually left them in. The broken dishes were still placed on the unbalanced shelves. Everything was the same, just dustier. And without Greg.

My heart sank at the only thought of him. Greg and I grew up there. We learnt how to survive in these rooms. We trained to fight day and night in the streets and in our bedroom. My best friend usually cooked for me in this very kitchen. We shared love, happiness, anger and sadness here. The dust, the air, the walls... All the elements were marked forever by our memories. In here, somehow, my best friend was still alive.

I fought the tears that were coming in the corners of my eyes. I quietly sniffed and focused on the mission again.

"Are you okay?" my lover asked.

"Yeah..." I let out while heading to my father's office.

I ignored my emotions and entered the room. The blue wall and the blue couch directly reminded me of my father. He loved that particular colour and shade. I had good memories of my dad, but I never missed him. I could not figure out why though. Maybe the answer was there, in his office.

We started to search for something, anything. We went through his notes, his registres, his books. There was nothing. I was looking at the library filled with my childhood books when I noticed something that looked like a lever.

"Levi... I think I found something." I said, hesitant.

He quickly joined me and looked at the mechanism.

"Let's activate it." he suggested.

I nodded, agreeing. We both pulled on it. An odd metallic sound came from behind the bookcase. Suddenly, the wood moved and a hidden door appeared from behind the books. A secret door! I put my hand on the knob and slowly turn it to open it.

There was a room, as tall as a small closet. The walls were full of shelves but most of them were empty. However, there were severals diaries and a briefcase.

"This feels like déjà-vu..." Levi sarcastically said.

I knew he was referring to Eren's basement and Grisha Jaëger's notebooks. I was not there but I directly understood the similarities. I glanced at him before opening the first diary. I caressed the page with the tips of my fingers. I instantly recognised my father's handwriting. I read the first few lines in silence.

I suddenly stopped, feeling terribly sick. A mix of anger and sadness was boiling in my body. I never expected that, yet it all made sense. The nightmares, my powers, my past. It all made sense. I sat down, feeling dizzy. I felt like I was about to throw up.

"Y/N!" my captain exclaimed, worried. "What is it?"

My sight got blurry because of the uncontrollable tears flowing from my eyes. I could not believe it. I could not believe the words that were about to come out of my mouth.

"Levi I'm... I'm a fucking experiment."