Redemption Song | Levi & Eren

Chapter 3: Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)

      The police car swerved around the corner, pulling into one of the many empty parking slots in the station's grounds. Before Levi twisted the key and shut the engine off, he glanced at the rearview mirror.

Sulking in the backseat with his arms tied behind his back and an uncomfortably tight seatbelt wrapped around his torso was his first catch of the day.

Contempt enough that Eren wasn't going to try and do a futile runner, he turned the engine off. Levi stepped out of the vehicle, keeping a keen eye on Eren as he tugged open Eren's side door and found the stern eyes of a hostile drug user glaring at Levi's unimpressed form.

The officer played along with Eren's game, leaning his elbow atop the ajar car door. The same emotionless look remained plastered upon his physical expression.

"I don't get you," Eren admitted. "You find me in a crack den, take my needle, hide it and then bring me down the station. What if I just tell them what you did?"

"Why the hell would you do that, you git? We'd both get arrested."

Levi grasped Eren's arm and pulled him out of the car, holding him in place as he shut the car and locked it with the key lodged in his pocket.

"I bet you've got more to lose than I do. You gonna go back and take it for yourself?"

"You got me. I'm thinking of selling it and fixing my table you broke with your ugly mug."

"Fucking knobhead."

Levi shoved Eren's shoulder forward and directed him towards the blue gates of the station's back entrance. Levi kept a tight grip on Eren's shoulder as a silent message to keep the stupid brat quiet. Dipping into his pocket, Levi retrieved his keys, implanting the bronze issued key into the blue gate's slot.

Pushing Eren inside, they were greeted by the freshly redesigned back station. The dirty white marble floor led to a blue office box with protective glass surrounding it. Inside sat the black uniform-clad Custody Sergeant working on a crossword puzzle shamelessly undisguised.

Levi raped his knuckles on the glass. When he leaned past Eren, they met eyes and glared at each other. Eren only stopped when Levi squeezed his collar and caused him to grimace. It followed with the muttering of "Wanker."

The Custody Sergeant lifted his head and gazed at the brewing storm in front of him. His deadpanned look grabbed Levi's focus and the short officer focused his concentration away from Detective Mikasa's blood-stained brother.

"An APB was put out last night. Eren, Eren Jackarse."

"Jaeger! Twat!" He retorted loudly.

"Eren Jackarse Jaeger Twat? What? Your mum got tourette's?"

Eren lunged at him but Levi shoved him back, keeping the rabid animal at an arms distance. The Sergeants face didn't change.

"Sign this," the officer, older than the newly renovated building, handed Levi a few pieces of paperwork under the glass hatch.

Levi kept a hand tightly on Eren, monitoring the boy's growling and shifting wrists inside the handcuffs until the Sergeant made his way around the booth and took Eren from Levi.

Levi recovered a pen from one of his multiple pockets and began the paperwork he loathed.

The Sergeant gave Eren a once over and turned to Levi. "He got anything on him?"

Levi ceased his writing, sparing a glance at Eren. The young man struggled to meet Levi's cryptic scowl. The officer observed Eren swallow the lump in his throat and his cheekbones visibly clench under his hollow skin as he ground his decaying teeth together. He saw him playing with his fingers, scratching his wrists when it wasn't enough.