Pacifist

Chapter 8

Eren's pov

"I'm not your pal, so get used to it"

I heard the familiar male mutter with a serious, yet extremely pissed face.

I let down my gaurd, as he no longer seemed a threat.

I removed my arms off his shoulders, only to get a fist in my chest.

I fell backwards, coughing and spluttering madly.

Even though I was in excruciating pain, I hastily gathered my bearings and leaned against the wall of a nearby house and attempted to stand up.

"I wasn't expecting such force from such a small kid" I teased in a hoarse voice.

His complexion changed from seriousness to pure anger as I said this.

He stalked over to me and pushed me back to the ground again.

He leaned down quickly, snatched my shirt and pulled it up to his face.

"Don't you EVER mock me again. Hear me brat? EVER!" I could see glints of anger swirling in his dead eyes.

I gritted my teeth.
"Why? Agh nevermind. So, what's your name then?"

Levi's pov

I looked at the boy like he was a fool...

...BECAUSE HE IS!

He decided to mess with me, well heh, he payed the consequences.

"L-levi" I gasped. I was shocked as balls that he was asking for my name after what just happend. "Levi ackerman. Yourself?"

What. Am. I. Doing.
Did I just fucking say that?

"Eren, you're not a bad fighter you know," he smirked at me.

"Heh, thanks"

What the fuck am I doing??
I can't believe myself!!!
I have been told to KILL this boy!!

He placed his arms around my neck and grinned.

"Can I have a hand please?"
He asked after a few seconds of complete silence.

Why am I frozen?
I legit can't move.
Fuck, am I falling for him??

"Sure" I stood up and pulled him up afterwards.

He touched me on the shoulder gently and smiled again.

I pushed his hand away, only to find I wanted to hold it.

He stood there staring at me as I held his hand. I looked down, realised what I had done, pulled my hand away then I turned a deep scarlet.

I can not look away from this boy!!

His hair was glistening in the morning sun, his skin so soft and smooth and his eyes. Oh my gosh.

They are like an ocean; tossing and turning, blues and purples circling each other hypnotically, turquoise exploding from the pupil and diluting into a royal blue near the edge of his irises.

Fucking balls.

Did I really just say that??

I don't like him.

Do I?

But wait.

Is that a...bronze key I see hanging around his neck?

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Sorry that I haven't updated this in a while. I have been busy with work that I have needed to get done.
I want to ty and post a new chapter every specific day.
Although, I don't know what day is best. So I shall decide that eventually and get more consistent with the story!
Thanks for reading this fanfic so far, and for now...
Byeeeeeeee! ;-p