Freedom: Levi Fanfiction

|| Babysitting

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       "You idiot! You were supposed to take off your shoes once you come in! Has your mother not teach you manners?!" I could hear my brother's annoyed voice from a street away. I grinned when I entered the small cabin along with a bag of potatoes. It was impossible to have a quiet house when Eren and Jean are around. 

Earlier, I lingered around the market in disguise. After all, I can't have these rambunctious kids go hungry. Especially not Sasha Blaus—hell would break loose if I let that happen.

        "HUH?! Don't nag me like you're my fucking mom, got it Jaeger?!" Annoyed at loud noises in the middle of the day, I entered the kitchen with a hand on my waist. 

       "Can you kids learn to be quiet for once?" I said, their faces straight after I had appeared. The bag of potatoes thumped against the wooden table after I had carefully dropped it there, and of course, Sasha ran to see what's inside. 

        "Holy! A bag full of potatoes?! You're actually the best, Major." Eren squeezed the stick of the broom he was holding and narrowed his eyes at his brown-haired comrade. 

        "You better not eat it all in one day. We all know what a food monster you are." 

        "Yeah, Sasha. Save some food for the rest of us," backed Armin and I laughed out loud. I had to admit, it felt refreshing to have them with me. It felt like I was young again—back when I still had the energy like them. Then again, life wasn't much fun when I was their age. My smile soon disappeared. I needed to stop my mind from wandering toward the saddest memories of my life.  It was as if It doesn't want me to have a good time. I bit the inside of my cheeks and looked away. So much for reminiscing the fun times. 

         "Not nice," I joked, checking to see if there was still dirt in the kitchen. One spec of dust could have that man fuming with annoyance. Better safe than sorry. Even I, his girlfriend, am not safe from him—a huge clean freak.

        "Eren, Historia, did you dust the table like I had told you?" I questioned them, their eyes avoiding mine moments later.

        "I-I was sweeping the floor. Some dust must've gotten on it," Eren spouted excuses, causing me to sarcastically smile.

        "So the dust just... randomly arranged themselves neatly—in the same position I saw it earlier?" Sarcasm floated in my reply—it was obvious, though, that my brother didn't get it. 

        "Well, who knows?!  Maybe it did! Why'd you think I know about the life of a dust?!" Jean furrowed his brows and shook his head. The disappointment and annoyance in his face became prominent as seconds went by.

         "Holy fuck, you're an idiot," Jean mumbled, walking past his comrade with the look of disbelief on his face. He brushed against Eren's shoulders before letting out a sigh.

         Historia lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry, Major. I forgot to do it. Eren and I were busy with other things and the job seemed less important."

         I smiled kindly and placed a hand over her small head. "Guys, I'm not mad. But I think you already know who you should be scared of." 

And, as if I had summoned the devil, we heard the door click a few seconds later. I retrieved my hand and quirked my brows up, interested at what was going to happen. 

The raven-haired man narrowed his eyes upon noticing the silence that came before him. He put his hands inside the pockets of his pants and walked toward us.