angelite (an eremin fanfic)

chapter one

"Eren." A voice came from somewhere in the distance. It came again, louder with more insistence. "Eren!"

With a few groans and grumbles, the man sat up, letting the light filter into his eyes. "I'm right here Mikasa!" He groaned. He heard a pair of feet walk back down the stairs and close the door.

The bedroom was cluttered, clothes piled everywhere, dishes stacked up in a variety of ways. Eren pulled himself off the bed, his hand brushing his long hair back. He looked around the room, for any piece of clothing he could wear. There was a sleeveless gray shirt laying on the edge of his wardrobe, clean enough to wear.

As he pulled it over his torso he tossed a quick glance at the clock on his nightstand, the one that said 9:17 am. It was too late for him to be leisurely at this point. Eren quickly pulled on a pair of ripped jeans that were tossed to the side and hobbled to the bathroom, half jumping on one foot.

He leaned over the sink, brushing his teeth as quickly as he could, splashing water on his face. In the mirror he took his hair in his hands, arms filled with different designs and patterns. He put it up in a quick bun, hair falling over his face.

Rushing out of the bathroom, he ran to the front door, putting on sneakers and opening the door. But before he left his stomach rumbled, begging him for food. He ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a bar on the counter, which was most likely left by Mikasa. He walked back to the door, opening it and walking down the stairs, opening the curtains to the shop.

The Scouts Ink. A well-known tattoo parlor, the one that Eren had grown from a small business to a family.

"Look who's finally up," A man said, Jean, one of the tattoo artists that worked at the parlor. He was a taller man, with a mullet and beard. Eren rolled his eyes at him, he always had been a cocky bastard.

"Hey, boss!" Connie, the parlor's resident piercer yelled out from one of the back rooms. With an upbeat personality, Connie was always bringing up the spirits in the parlor, fooling around often, sometimes more than necessary.

"Good morning guys, Mikasa." Eren nodded over to the girl at the front desk, short black hair and piercings covering her ears. She smiled and nodded back to him then turned to continue writing at the desk, looking through the week's appointments Eren assumed.

The parlor was a larger one but still welcoming. It had a small waiting area in the front, along with a desk to plan out the tattoos customers wanted. Mikasa sat at the front desk, dealing with clients and the business side of things. Eren, Jean, and Connie each had their own room. Eren's was closest to the front door, being the owner he had his perks.

As far as he knew, today they had a few appointments but none this early in the day. He walked over to Mikasa at the front desk, eager to ask for the next customer's details. The sun was bright where she sat, light filtering in through the ceiling-to-floor windows that lined the front wall.

"Hey, Mikasa," Eren said, leaning over the front desk to peer at what she was looking at.

"Hello, Eren. Sleep okay?" She was always worried about him, even though he was only older by a month he felt as though she was the older sibling.

"Yeah, I slept fine. Why didn't you get me up?"

"Well, you were sleeping peacefully and I know we don't have appointments until a little later on." She sifted through a binder until she placed her hand on the page and turned it around for Eren to see. "Here is today's schedule, not too busy." She was right, there were only a few appointments, most of them for Connie.

While Eren looked at the appointments, Connie and Jean walked up, peering at the binder. "Boss! Your hair is in my face!" Connie said as he made choking sounds. Eren sighed and moved over, letting the two see the page.