The Ereri Project (#2)

Treason (Superhero)

The travelling duo went to a diner for breakfast and to warm up. They ditched the blanket and pillow because they were both wet with melting snow.

It was kind of a godsend that their clothes were mostly dry, although they did both have to buy new hats because those got wet too.

Eren sipped happily at the hot tea he ordered, glad for the inner warmth that had been missing since their last meal.

Levi was fixing up his coffee when he glanced over Eren's shoulder at the person who just walked inside.

She almost ran when she saw them but Levi fixed her with his eyes. She tightened her jaw and walked over.

"What're you two doing here?" Mikasa asks quietly.

Eren jumps at the familiar voice and almost knocks his tea over in his haste to get up and hug her.

"Thank goodness you're alright," he says against her shoulder.

Her frustration eases as she sighs and wraps her arms around Eren. "You weren't supposed to follow me," she says.

"C'mon, sit with us so we can talk," Eren says hopefully.

She nods and slides into the booth beside Eren. "Why did you leave?" Levi asks immediately.

"Because if I asked they wouldn't have let me," she replies. "I'm honestly surprised they let you come this far, Eren."

He twiddles his thumbs absently. "They didn't really. I asked right after we figured out you weren't still in the city if I could come look for you but they turned me down."

"Then how–"

"I paid for some information and he wanted to come with me," Levi says. "He smashed his communicator and we took a plane right here without telling anyone."

"You did wha... hang on," Mikasa looks at Levi. "How do you know about his communicator?"

Eren picks up her hand. "I know it's compromising but–"

"You know you aren't supposed to tell anyone, Eren!"

"I'm sorry I keep breaking the rules, okay? But we have a few more pressing problems to deal with."

"Like what?"

"Like why they don't want us leaving the city," Eren frowns. "And why you left without telling me."

"Eren–"

"You're like my sister, Mikasa. You and Armin are about the only family I can count on and you just left me."

Mikasa hugs Eren again. For the sake of the moment, Levi resists the urge to complain about the two of them being so touchy.

"I didn't want to get you in trouble for leaving too," she says. "But clearly that didn't help."

"You could've told me to stay then."

"And what? Have them interrogate you? We both know the methods they use, I couldn't stand to think about what they might do to you."

"So why did you leave?" Levi asks.

"Well–"

The waitress finally walks back up. "Sorry I only just noticed there's a third at your table. Do you want to put an order in darlin'?"

"A hot chocolate, please?"

"Order food too," Levi says. "I'll pay."

"Scrambled eggs and home fries too, then, please?"

"If you get the meal that comes with bacon or sausage too."

"Bacon."

"Coming right up."

The waitress walks away again so Eren and Levi both look at Mikasa.

"About a year ago I started looking into information on my parents," she says. "And about a month back I found reason to believe the two of them are still alive."

Eren's eyes widen. "Seriously?"

She nods. "If the sources are true, the two of them are living in Toronto. I was planning on running the whole way but unless I'm in some dense woods or it's late, I could risk someone recognizing my powers."

"Alright then," Eren says. "We're coming too."

Mikasa looks at him. "No, you have to go back and apologize."

"I'm not letting you get in trouble by yourself."

Levi snorts. "Mr. Goody-Goody wants to start some trouble now?"

"For once in my life, yes, I think this is worth it," Eren smiles.

"We'll have to be careful," Mikasa says. "Public transportation won't be safe at all as soon as they know you're gone too. They'll be looking for us."

They eat their breakfast quietly, trying to escape the thought that this might be their last good meal for a while. They're waiting for their check when they notice the diner patrons all starting to stare at them.

"What's going on?" Eren asks.

"Look," Levi replies, gesturing to the television hanging from the ceiling.

There, plain as day, are Mikasa and Eren's ID pictures from the Alliance.

Wanted: Mikasa Ackerman, Age 22, and Eren Jaeger, Age 21 is written beneath their portraits.

Eren feels heat creep up into his face from fear as his heart starts to pound. The woman on the news report says they're suspected terrorists and wanted for treason.

The man behind the counter, perhaps the owner looks directly at them. "Get out."