The Horrors of War (ErenxLevi//BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

((Hey. So this fanfic is based on an RP I did with @warriors_of_humanity and I really enjoyed it so here is my written version of it. I hope this pleases you.))

Despair.

That was all he could feel and see. Lifeless bodies of his comrades lay before him as he crawled through the murky, lifeless trench. The sounds of gunfire and yells had been seized as the unsettling silence lingered in the atmosphere, almost as if it was taunting him. His once soft, chocolate brown hair was now coated in ash, grit, mud, blood... He kept telling himself that there was nothing he could've done to save them, that their deaths weren't in his hands...that it wasn't his fault...but he struggled to convince himself. They were gone....he'd never see them again and it was all his fault...all his fault.

Eyes welling up with tears, his heart heavy with grief, he wiped them away with the muddy fabric of his sleeve, readjusting his army bag on his back and kept moving forward. He had to complete this task. For them...He refused to let their lives be lost in vain. What felt like hours, passed. It could've only been ten minutes but isolated in this way, how was he supposed to keep track of the time? He couldn't..and he didn't care. 'Keep moving forward...' it kept repeating in his head like a broken record. As hope started to slip from his grasp, he pulled it right back. He couldn't give up. Not after coming this far. He couldn't come back with nothing...empty handed. That wasn't him.

His legs started to grow numb from crawling, the tingling, uncomfortable tickling feeling soaring right through them. Taking a rest, he sat on the edge of the trench, panting slightly as he stretched his leg out to regain the feeling in them. Lifting his head up, he closed his eyes, immediately met with the disturbing images of enemies being blown to bits. It didn't matter whether they were on his side or not. They were still human lives. Why were they even fighting in the first place? Opening his eyes, he turned his head to the side, his leg losing its numbness. In the distance, however, he could've sworn he saw a small figure. He was in enemy territory and this could be his chance. Shaking his leg impatiently, he went back on his hands and knees, crawling towards it. Dead bodies lay beside him as he crawled, their lifeless eyes seemingly staring at him, telling him he was unwelcome.

Ignoring them, the figure became less and less distorted. Squinting, he noticed that he must've been injured since he wasn't moving efficiently. Hope rising, he called out to him.

"Hey."

The figure's head turned to face him, his expression emotionless. The first word that came to mind was 'void'. Lifting his hands up, Eren indicated that he was harmless.

"I'm here to help you." He said, coming closer, deeming it safe to stand up. There was no one but them two around.

"Go away. Leave me alone. I don't need your help." His tone showed no emotion whatsoever. Furrowing his eyebrows, Eren took advantage of the fact that the male couldn't hurt him, kneeling in front of him.

The male before him was, much to his surprise, beautiful. His Raven locks messily swayed in front of his dirty face, his features still refined, his lips ruby red.

Eren had to prevent himself from staring as he slung off his bag, taking out his first aid kit, opening it.

"Show me your wound."

"I said I don't need your help."

"And I said, show me your wound."

Knowing that the brunette wouldn't give in, the smaller male hesitantly lifted his trouser leg, wincing at the sudden feeling of the cold air washing over it. A small gun shot was revealed, the hole perfectly visible.

Eren took out some cotton wool and rubbing alcohol. "This might sting." He warned as he pressed the wool onto the top of the bottle, titling the bottle so it'd soak up the alcohol. Carefully, he dapped it on the wound.

Levi let out a hiss of pain, clenching his teeth. Slowly, he got used to it.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Why not?"

"You're the enemy. You want me dead. What do you need from me?"

Sighing, Eren refused to break his gaze from the wound.

"I need you to come back with me."

"Then you might as well give up. Just leave me here."

But Eren didn't stop.

"I said there's no point."

"Maybe to you, but to me, there is."

Not knowing how to respond, the ravenette allowed Eren to do as he pleased, watching as his hands gently took care of the bullet wound.

"What's your name?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Just trying to make conversation."

"Well don't bother."

He wasn't surprised. What was he to expect? That the enemy would be all open arms for him? No. In fact, he was wise to be this cautious. The two males remained in silence as Eren did the job.

Sooner or later, he was done, wrapping it up in bandages.

"Done." He softly said, packing up his medical supplies. "They'll fix your wound properly in the warren back at the trench.

"I don't have a choice, do I."

"I'm afraid not."

Admitting defeat, Levi released a soft sigh, indicating that he would let the brunette take him.

Nodding, Eren gently picked him up, slinging his arm over his shoulder, and together, they began to make their journey back to Eren's base.