The Passion of Lovers//Eremika

12. Purple Hearts

It was around 11:58 pm when Eren and Mikasa got to Eren's place.

The house is in better condition than Mikasa originally thought. There was no sight of stains or other oddities, but then again, Armin might've got rid of them. The whole place smelled like lemony-vanilla perfume.

"So, you want something? Snack? Drink?" Eren asked, walking over to the kitchen area. Mikasa shook her head and walked down to the living area. "I'm alright. I filled up on popcorn back at Connie's," she said. Eren chuckled and grabbed some water. While the effects of ecstasy made Eren feel euphoric, it also made him feel light-headed and a little sick. His breathing varied from being slow to fast paced, his hair started coming loose. He needed to clean up. He couldn't let Mikasa see him like this.

"Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower. Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge." and with that, Eren walked over to the bathroom in his room.

Mikasa was on the couch when she got a text from Annie:

[BTW, Jean's looking for u. Is Eren with u?]

Mikasa raised a brow and responded:

[Yea he's in the shower. Why?]

[Jean's pissed. He ran out to his car the moment Armin told him where yall were]

Mikasa stared at Annie's text with fear. Is he really coming over here? How does he know where Eren lives? Mikasa took a deep breath and calmed down. She was overthinking again. Of course he doesn't know where they are, Jean and Eren aren't friends. She grabbed the remote and turned on the tv.

Meanwhile, Eren was busy cleaning himself up. The hot water poured down like rain and the soap felt like cotton. The steam made the glass fog and Eren loosen up. Ever since she stepped foot into his place, he's felt sort of nervous around Mikasa. But also, he felt pity for her. It's a shame that someone as beautiful as her finds Jean attractive. Eren could be better in so many ways. He wouldn't hit her. He wouldn't dehumanize her. But most importantly, he wouldn't talk her ear off with shitty dad jokes.

He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He brushed his hair down and looked around his room for some clothes. He ended up wearing his flannel again and put on some random pants. Eren walked out of his room and noticed Mikasa watching a nature documentary.

"The gazelle runs as fast as she can, as the lion is slowly catching up to her. Just as the lion tries to pounce on the gazelle, the gazelle jumps up onto a small cliff that is just a couple feet off the ground, causing the lion to crash head first into the cliff."

"You like animals?" Eren asked. "Yeah, I think they're cute. I never had a pet though," Mikasa responded as Eren took his spot next to her on the couch. "I had a pet bird once. We had to give him away though."

"Oh really? What kind of bird was it?"

"It was...uh...a dove," Eren hesitated.

Mikasa smiled at him. A dove is a beautiful bird, almost strange that he was able to take care of such a thing. Speaking of him, he laid his head down on her lap and looked up at her with a loopy smile. She was hesitant at first but he didn't seem like he had sexual intentions, so she slowly cracked a smile back.

"You really...are pretty. Like so fucking...pretty," Eren said cupping Mikasa's cheek. Her cheeks lit up with a slight tint of pink. He was being so sweet, it didn't seem right. Once again, it was probably the drugs talking. Or maybe...it was love.

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Jean sped down the highway. The street lights were blurring and the wind was howling. It was only 12:24 AM and he felt wide awake. His eyes were bloodshot with rage and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was furious. He thought there was something. But she didn't. She thought it was just a date. Just a date...

There were only two things on Jean's mind.

Get it back.

Kill that junkie.

He wasn't thinking about anything else. Just getting "it" back. It knew how he would feel, going back to some other guy's house. It knew it would break his heart. Jean didn't notice the way he described Mikasa, referring to her as "it". It didn't matter to him.

And then finally, he saw the apartment complex up ahead. There. That's where he was. That's where it was. He sped into the parking lot and got out the car, slamming the door. He straightened himself up before he walked in. He was an average southern gentleman. Not a short tempered brute.

When he got to Eren's door, he took a deep breath and smiled. And then banged on the door as hard as he could.

Eren shot up from his bed and looked around. Mikasa rose more slowly and covered herself with the bedsheets. "What was that?" she asked nervously. The door banged again. "I think it's the door," Eren said, getting out of bed. He put on his pants and walked out the room.

When he opened the door, Jean was there smiling with his mouth shut tight. "Hey Eren! How are you?" Jean said calmly. Eren stared at Jean blankly and annoyed. Jean examined Eren's appearance; shirtless with his pants unbuttoned and without boxers. Just the appearance made Jean's skin boil to high heaven.

"I believe you have something of mine," Jean said, inching closer to Eren. "No, I don't," Eren said, leaning on the doorway.

"Don't you fuck with me, Jaeger," Jean grabbing Eren's neck. "Where is she?" Eren backed up with Jean's hand still gripping his neck, causing Jean to walk into the apartment. Eren tried to pry Jean's hands off of him, but to no success. "Get a...fucking grip, man!" Eren managed to say while struggling to breathe. "I'll get a grip when you tell me where she is!" Jean roared.

Mikasa overheard the commotion and hurried to put her underwear back on and button on Eren's flannel to cover herself. It's Jean, Mikasa thought to herself. He found her. She didn't know how, but he found her.

Jean let go of Eren's neck, which allowed Eren to throw a punch. Jean got up and pushed Eren into the kitchen cabinets with a force so strong , the cabinets rattled. He walked over to the brunette and threw punch after punch. Eren coughed up blood and his nose started to bleed. And it was when Jean grabbed a knife lying next to the sink and raised it over Eren, that Mikasa showed her face.

"Jean?"

He was right. Eren was right. Jean was violent. Just hearing the way he yelled at Eren and now seeing him raise a knife at him was all she needed to confirm her suspicions. If he acted like this over someone he went on one date with, imagine how he acted in a relationship.

"Baby," Jean said calmly. He dropped the knife and let go of Eren. He smiled and walked over to Mikasa. "I'm so sorry you had to see that. I was so worried about you and I thought he did something to you."

"What are you doing here?" she said coldly. She crossed her arms and backed away from Jean.

"I-I came here for you. I was looking for you at the party, I was wondering where you went."

"You...you're fucking crazy."

Jean's smile stayed but his eyes darkened. Him? Crazy? Never. Never in a million years would he be considered crazy. She's the crazy one. It was her who went home with someone else. She betrayed him! She left at that party to go home with some crack addict! She's the fucking slut!

Jean's smile faded and he raised his fist at Mikasa with a raging fury. But before he could hit her...

The knife that he held before pierced through his neck, causing blood to spill out.