Bratty thief stole my heart

Chapter 11: Where are you?

Mikasa's Pov:

Two weeks.

That's the time Eren is missing already. And I don't when he will come back. If he ever does.

Not that he has a choice. Right now he is either dead or locked away in the deepest dungeon of the castle. I don't know what to do. I don't know how I can find out what happened to him. I don't know if I should follow his orders and stay or go and try to rescue him. But I don't know if he's even alive. I just can't bare the feeling of missing him anymore.

I had always been against the plan of Eren going to the palace. I warned him and begged him not to go. When I realized he wouldn't change his mind I decided it was best if I helped him and made sure that nothing happened to him. The day he left with Jean and Ymir to steal the documents I made him promise to instantly come back in case anything went wrong. And things went terribly wrong.

After Eren and the others had left, the rest of us sat together in the living room and tried to keep ourselves occupied, so we didn't have to think about what might happen to our friends out there. Armin and I had decided to not leave our house emmidiatly like Eren told us to because he shouldn't be away for much longer than two hours.

I cleaned the kitchen, just so I had something to do. I didn't wanted to think about Eren getting captured or killed. I didn't wanted to imagine how life would be without him. Sure, he gave us a bag full of jewels to make sure we had enough to survive on our own, but I didn't know how we should make it without him. At least I didn't know how I should live without having his ridiculous self and cheerfull laugher beside me while we sat on the roof, watching the empty streets of the underground city. Our life down here wasn't half bad, why did he have to risk his life for one that I didn't even wanted? I knew it was selfish of me trying to keep him from going, because he did it for our family. But he was my brother, even if I was adopted and I'd do anything to keep him safe.

Two hours went by, but for me it felt like ages. I was glancing at the old clock on the wall every few minutes, getting more and more worried the longer they were away. I prayed to whatever was up there to protect Eren and make him hurry up.

Three hours had passed and everyone was on the edge of their nerves. Connie was running up the stairs in a five minutes rhythm and Sasha had her face pressed against the window pane.

After three and half an hour I decided it was time to make some tea, so I stood up, but when I heard Connie yelling, I froze.

"They're back!"

We all ran to the door and I flung it open. Outside stood Jean and Ymir. Only Jean and Ymir. And from the look on their faces I could tell something had gone horribly wrong.

The two were panting and they looked tired yet hyped, but not in a good way. Like when the adrenaline rush you get in a dangerous situation.

Jean instantly got tackeled by his freckled little lover and Christa held Ymir in a tight embrace. After the couples had finished celebrating their reunion, the two decoys were bombed with questions.

"What happened?"

"Why did you take so long?"

"Are you okay?"

"Where is Eren?"

Sasha was staring at them with her big brown eyes.

Jean and Ymir looked each other, the they sighed.

"Can we go to the living room? Ymir and I need to sit down for a moment."

They sat on the couch and Armin gave each of them a glass of water.