𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 II Eren Yeager Fanfic

2

"You pushed him? Eren Yeager?!" You nodded and sighed. You and Sasha were sitting in Niccolo's diner. There was something comforting about it, the peeling leather of the couches and the calming grey of the walls lined with band posters like Deftones or The Smiths.

The smell was your favorite thing about this place, the aroma of icing, pan oil, basil and french fries felt somehow so familiar. It made the diner feel like a place you'd known for a long time.

"What do I do now Sasha? I was pissed and I made a mistake. Yeah, he was a dick, but still." You groaned. "Y/n, he had it coming. Eren is known for being a massive dick, especially to MPs. Seriously, there's nothing to worry about" You knew Sasha wa probably right but you couldn't help feel like your chance at the scouts was over before it had even begun. 

"Come on Sash, we have to get to training. First day back." Sasha rolled her eyes and stood up. As she went up to the counter to pay, you couldn't help but notice how her eyes searched for Niccolo, and when she did find him, they'd become just that little bit brighter. He grinned at her and they started a hushed conversation, complete with conspiratory smiles and playful touching. 

"Sasha, I can't wait around for you lovebirds all day" You called out. Sasha hurried towards you, and you two swung out the door, making the doorbell chime. 

You asked Sasha about her and Niccolo, who she seemed to really like. It was adorable, they were made for each other. You stared up at the blazing sun while the rubber soles of your shoes slapped on the hard concrete. It was already too hot, and your hair had started to aggressively frizz up like you were being electrocuted. 

In what felt like no time, you and Sasha had arrived. The doors loomed over you, somehow seeming less intimidating than they had the first time round. That was mainly because you had managed to make a few friends; Sasha, Connie, Armin, Historia, Mikasa and Jean. Ymir still didn't like you, and you had tried to talk to Annie, Reiner, Marco and Berthdolt, but since they though you were weak, they pretty much ignored you. 

You walked up to where most of the scouts had already gathered in a semicircle around Captain Levi. "As I was saying" Continued Levi with a slightly disgruntled look on his face. "Today we will be doing ODM training. I don't want to hear shit about how titans aren't a threat anymore. Everyone get ready. This is a special device attached to you blades" he gestured to a small, blue device that resembled a chopping board. "We'll be able to tell how many kills you get, and it will show up on the scoreboard. Don't try and cheat brats, I'll know."

Once everyone was suited up, you all stood in the training ground. "I'm dying over here, my skins so dry I can play fucking tic tac toe" Shouted Connie. Levi rolled his eyes and ignored this. "On your marks, get set, GO!"

You flew into the air, searching for a target...there....your eyes narrowed in on a 'titan' that Ymir was heading for. You sped down and when you got as close as you could, you pounced. Your sword sliced through the titans nape like it was butter and you zipped off, narrowly missing being decapitated by Ymir's sword.

You continue like this, relentless. You could feel the confusion in the air. You shifted you waist to avoid a mean cut from Mikasa, then lunged at the nape of the titans neck. 

Before you knew, it the exercise was over. You landed, panting heavily. "Y/n!" Connie clapped you on the back "You're killing it out there, I didn't know you had those moves!" "Thanks Connie" You smiled. Using ODM had been like second nature to you the moment you had picked it up. Everyone watched the scoreboard eagerly, and eventually it flashed to life, displaying the numbers is bright yellow letters.

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SCOREBOARD

1st - Ackerman, Mikasa      

2nd- L/n, F/n

3rd- Kirstein, Jean

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You were pleased with your score, even though it wasn't first, it proved that you weren't helpless. You realise you're still gripping your words and will yours hands to let go. Your knuckles are almost pure white, almost frosted. Laughing, you flex out your hands, you had forgot how amazing it felt to use ODM gear. It was as close as you were ever gonna get to to flying. 

The next few days passed without incident. You mostly practiced you ODM abilities, with the scouts or alone. You were obsessive like that, once you started something, you had to be the best. No matter what the cost.

You were in practicing on the training grounds. The only sound was the thwack of your sword after it hit the titan napes. You kept it up, barely giving yourself time to rest in between attacks. It was a kind of peaceful no one could describe, your kind of peace. 

So of course someone had to come and ruin it.

It was Eren, walking towards you. His shirt no longer hung off him, instead it was just a little too tight, highlighting the contours of his body. His hair hung loosely at his shoulders.

As he approached you, he called out "Y/n" You tried to ignore him, focusing on what you were doing. He stood beside you. "I heard you came second in the training exercise. Good job" You continued to ignore him. What was he hinting at? "I also heard that Ymir beat you. Badly."

Finally, you whip your head around to glare at him. "What are you trying to say?" "Who are you? You're telling me you learned to fight that like in the MPs, I think the fuck not." Eren said, staring at you, as if he was trying to take you apart with his eyes. 

"So? What's it to you?" Eren leaned in, and you caught the scent of nutmeg, which lingered on his shoulders. "If you plan to take any confidential information back to Marley, or whoever you work for, you're not getting anything"

Your jaw dropped, was he seriously accusing you of being a Marlean spy? You let out a barking laugh. "Are you really accusing me of being a spy?" Eren said nothing. You couldn't believe it. "Look Eren, I know you're bitter about Jean stealing Mikasa from you, but don't you ever accuse me of something like that again, or I swear I'll fucking kill you."

"How do you know about that?""Fuck off." His eyes narrowed to slits. "You'll never be accepted here. I'm only gonna warn you once more." What was his problem, you had already proven yourself, hadn't you? Rolling your eyes, you said "You don't know shit about me. Now fuck off or I'm getting Captain Levi"

Eren stared at you for a few more seconds, before turning on his heel. You watched him walk away once more. You'd like to say his threats didn't scare you, but truthfully, they did. He couldn't know, could he? No, no one could. 

You began the walk back to your apartment. The sun was beginning to set, and it was beautiful today, it looked like the entire sky had been washed pink, slices of orange, blue and white traced the sky. Soon enough, it was pitch black outside. You took a breath of the crisp, cold night air. You were home. 

You apartment wasn't big but it was cosy, perfect for one person. Your favourite part of it was a reading nook, where you spent hours curled up with a book, or working. As you were getting ready for bed, your phone let our a ping, 

ARMIN

Hey y/n! party at Historia's tmrw, you in?

SASHA

y/nnnn come to historias party tomorrow pls pls

HISTORIA 

hey, i just wanted to invite you to my halloween party, its @ my house xx

You smiled to yourself, you loved your friends. You tapped out quick responses to everyone, agreeing to go tomorrow. 

You tried to sleep but you couldn't get Eren's words out of your head. Even though you tried to repress them, the memories came bubbling up. Your hands stained with blood, the feeling of the gun in your hands, cold and smooth. The red-hot anger you used to feel, the type of anger that ate you from the inside out, burning up your insides until you were husk. 

It's over, don't think about it anymore. It doesn't make what you did any better. Guilt doesn't fix anything. 

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