Blinded By His Words

*Blinded love Twenty-Two*

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Prevented people surround me, there oh so innocent act being there no more. Eyes narrowed, hands in fists ready for any needed use, I weary spin around eyeing each member in the group. They're all over their twenties, one looking old enough to be all their dads. 

Two brown haired males stand to my right, one being deathly pale while the other quite tanned. The brown, mixed with grey haired man, stood to the right of me, him seeming the oldest. Two more stand before and behind me blocking my way, one having blond hair the other bald. 

"T-Tom, what's going on?" I stammer, looking over to the blond haired male who is supposedly my old school friend. "W-what is this?"

"He's a cutie, Tom," the brown, tanned male says, them all nodding. "Whose is he?"

Who's am I? W-what? I'm no ones? "W-what's going on? I'm no ones? What are you—"

"Enough," the older grey haired one snaps, charging up and me and raising a fist. Though before it came in contact with its target, my cheek, another hand caught his wrists. "What the..."

"No one. And I mean. No. One. Lay's a finger on what's mine," I wanted to say I don't belong to him, but I guess when he says it... somethings sparks within me. The dirty blonde hair male, twisting the other males wrist, wraps his arm around my waist protectively. "Now back the fuck off, no one hurts what belongs to me."

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~ Levi's POV ~

"Levi, would you like a—"

"No."

"Levi, we're planning on—"

"No."

"Levi we've—"

"No."

"Levi—"

"No."

"Ugh, I give up. It's pointless." Jeans moans, his arms flying in the air while he glares angrily down at me. "Marco, you do something. It's useless, he won't even let me get a word in."

That was true. Right now I couldn't be doing with Jeans irritating voice bouncing around in my ear drums. I know he was trying to help, don't get me wrong there, just none of his suggestions would, to say, actually work.

Elbows resting on knees and my head buried in my hands, I deeply sighed. We was getting nowhere. I get he's stepping up and in. I really do. To be honest, he was getting further than any of us in this room right now, but it didn't mean we'd follow through with it. 

Right now, Krista was in the kitchen behind close doors with Ymir; speaking on the phone to this so-called Mikasa - who I've found is Eren's sister - to see if she can offer us a place to stay. Well, that and if Eren's with them. Which is if he isn't... we're fucked.

"...thank you, yes, bye bye." 

Eyes darting around the room, following on another's, we all found ourselves staring at Krista like shes the best darn thing in the world. Ymir sensed our stares as much as Krista felt them, making her protectively sling her arm around the petite girls' waist and hold her closely, away from us. 

"You gotta problem?" I questioned, eyebrow raised the the brunette who just snarled my way. 

Nothing was said for a while, like we were all waiting on someone to step forth and lead us the way, none doing that. Sighing, knowing full well that I was the one who got them all into this. I stepped up. Literally.