The Passion of Lovers//Eremika

20. Meet The Jaegers

The house was better than Mikasa originally thought. In fact, way better. It was a brick, colonial-inspired house with a gate surrounding the property. When they pulled into the driveway, Mikasa's jaw dropped when she looked up at the large house, completely shocked that this was Eren's childhood home. They got their bags and made their way to the door. "You lived here?" Mikasa said, looking around the property. "Yep, until I was 13 at least," Eren responded. "What? What do you-"

Eren rang the doorbell before Mikasa could finish. No one answered. Eren rang the doorbell again and knocked on the door. The muffled sound of cursing was heard as well as rummaging. Stuff fell and shattered, and more cursing was heard.

Eren closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. Mikasa's grip on her bags tightened as footsteps towards the door got louder. The door burst opened, revealing a man with a brunette bob-cut and glasses. His clothes were clearly just put on, given how wrinkly and sloppy it was. He straightened up, looking at Eren then at Mikasa.

"Hi Dad."

Grisha looked at him confused at first, but then he recognized Eren and gasped. "Huh," he mumbled. "You...you actually came.." "Why wouldn't he, Dad?" Zeke said coming back from the car. "Get out the doorway, they need to get in." Grisha raised an eyebrow but then looked at Mikasa. He squinted at her and made a face, but let them in anyway. Eren stormed through and Mikasa followed cautiously. "What the hell's his problem?" she whispered to Eren, looking back at his father. "Just ignore him. We'll be gone the morning after next," Eren responded.

They walked up the stairs and went down the hallway. There were family photos on the walls, old and dusty. There was one of Eren at around age 5, sitting with his mother on her lap. Eren stopped at a door and searched his bags for something. He pulled out a key, and unlocked the door.

"I kept my room locked up 'cause those two kept barging in," Eren said, throwing his bags to the ground and falling face-first into his bed. The room wasn't messy, but it wasn't clean either. There were some clothes thrown about and some were put away. There were action figures and Lego sets on the shelves, and there was a make-shift rolling tray under the dresser with some old marijuana leaves still on it. Above his bed, there was a large poster depicting a humanoid monster with sharp, shiny white teeth and messy black hair eating people with buildings crushed and other people running away.

Mikasa sat down on the bed next to Eren. "So what did you mean when you said you lived here until you were 13?" Mikasa said. Eren turned his head sideways and looked up at her, saying simply, "CPS." She winced and leaned back on her arms. She knew it was bad given the state of the house, but she didn't think it was so bad to the point where social workers were involved.

Eren sat up on the bed and leaned against Mikasa, putting his head on her shoulder. "God, I forgot why I decided to visit these shitheads," he said. "And you shouldn't even have to look at them." Mikasa chuckled and said, "I'll be fine, babe. But thank you for worrying about me." She kissed him on the head and gave him a side hug. Eren returned the favor by sitting up and turning her chin towards him and kissing her.

The kiss lasted longer than expected, but then the tension in the room raised as Eren gently stuck his tongue in her mouth. Mikasa gasped slightly and held his face, pulling him in closer. When they finally separated, Eren grinned and laid down on the bed. He pulled Mikasa on top of him and they continued kissing passionately. She ran her fingers through his long hair while he caressed her back. Even though the sun was setting outside, the heat in the room only seemed to rise. Mikasa put her hands up Eren's shirt, feeling his six-pack and pelvis. Eren sighed and kissed Mikasa's neck ever so passionately. He moved his hand lower down her back, which prompted an erotic sigh from her. She started to remove his shirt, and would've done so if the door hadn't knocked.