Other Dimension? (LevixReader)

2. Stranger?!

The next day:

I wake up at 8:00am and stretch myself in my bed.
Oh right. Today's weekend. I remember smiling when I look out of my window.
The sun shines warm and bright into my room, making it seem very comfortable.

"Kathy will probably sleep until afternoon" I say to myself with a yawn. "A bomb has to explode right in our house to wake her up earlier."

I stand up and go to the bathroom.
But before I enter, I notice something strange:
Is it my imagination or is the house more clean then yesterday...?
I shake my head. Nah, this can't be.

I open the door but suddenly I hear somebody in the kitchen. I freeze.
Kathy can't be awake, can she?
Curious what the sound was, I go to the kitchen.

Ok (y/n). Keep calm and focus. There's probably somebody else in here.
I take a deep breath to calm me down.
My heart is still beating fast. I step into the kitchen and see the intertruder.

A short man with raven black hair sits at the table and looks directly at me with his steel grey eyes. He sits there as if it's the most natural thing in the world, with a cup of tea in one hand. But he's holding it at the cup rim from above...

"How long did you plan to stand there?" he asks with a cold expression and takes a sip from the tea.
I just stand there, surprised that he knew I was here.
"W-Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!" I ask loud.

"So that's your house. Good to know" he awnsers and takes another sip.
"What are you doing here?!" I repeat.

The man places the cup down on the table.
"I'm drinking tea as you can see. And what are you doing here?"
"I'm living here! And I can see that you're drinking tea. How did you get in my house?!"

This guy is driving me crazy already!

"And if you don't awnser an appropriate respond I'll call the police! But I think we can solve this peacfully" I add crossing my arms infront my chest.
"So?"

The shorty sighs. "When I tell you, you wont believe me, brat" he says.
"Just spit it out! And... Hold on, what did you call me just now?!"
He takes the cup again and puts it on his lips.
"I dropped out of the wardrobe in the loft" he claims and sips the tea again. "So I slept here and made some black tea."
"...Excuse me?"

Silence. What's with this dude?

"You're right, I don't believe you" What kind of story is that?!
"I told you" he says and sips again.
His expression hasn't changed once.
Eitger he's a good liar or he says the truth. At least he doesn't seem to be a thread.
I stare at him, then I suddnely realise something.

He looks like Levi Ackermann...

Same eyes, same hair, even their hight is around the same as far as I can tell.

"Are you a cosplayer or something?"
"A what?"
"A cosplayer" I repeat. How can't he know what that is? Even I do!
"I'm a corporal of the survey corps and not a cos-whatever."
I sigh. What's wrong with this guy?

"You want to tell me that you're a corporal?" I ask rubbing my forehead.
A "Tch" is all I get as an awnser.
"And what next? Will you claim you're Levi Ackermann?" I say and cross my arms infront of my chest.
He looks up with a hint of surprise in his eyes. But else his expression didn't change at all. "How do you know my name?"
"..." What kind of guy is he?

He's crazy!

I take a chair and sit down facing him.
"So 'corporal Levi Ackermann'. I give you one more chance to tell the truth or I'll really call the police."
"What's the problem with the damn truth I already told you?" he says and boredly sips at the tea again with an annoyed look at his face.

That was it.

I can see my patience running away jumping out of the window and trying to flee.
Who does he think he is breaking into a house of some random person, pretending to be an Anime character?!

"The problem?! The problem is that Levi Ackermann is a fictional character from the anime Attack on Titan my sister forced me to watch!!! AND there is no freaking way that YOU are him!!!
Because YOU, mister, are REAL!!! AND on top of that, you broke into MY house!"
I'm looking at him with anger glimming in my (e/c) eyes.
He places the cup down and opens his mouth.
"You're talking nonsens. I AM Levi Ackermann. And I have no idea what an 'anime' should be."
"I'M talking nonsens?! Check you're skript again. That's my line!" I shout.

Damn it. Come back patience!

The stranger sighs. "Listent. I swear I have no idea how in the world I got here. You can check your door and windows. I didn't break in or something. Just that wardrobe upstairs is a little bit damaged because I came trough it."

"Where do you know there's a wardrobe-" I interrupt myself. My grandma told me the wardrobe is a 'portal to a different dimension'. I thought she's just making it up to entertain her grandkids. Did she knew this could happen...?
Wait, what am I thinking?! There's no way that's possible!
...
...
...
...Right?

"What's with you, brat?" the guy asks taking the cup again.
"Don't call me that! And I was just thinking..." I snap at him.
"Then don't do it again. You're making weird faces" he adds without looking up from the tea.
Asshole. I think and bit my lip angryliy.
"Well, sorry pal but that's just what my face looks like." I take a deep breath and look around the kitchen. It's not just my imagination. Everything is clean and nearly sparkling.

"Did you clean here or something?" I ask curious.
"No. Titans dropped by and cleaned here everything. Of course it was me" he says sarcastic. "By the way you should get Windex. Your cleaning articles are crap."

I slap myself in the face (#Facepalm). Kathy told me Levi is a fangirl of this Windex.
"Oh, I am so sorry that I don't have Windex here for some stranger."
"You really should be."
I sigh and let my head hang down. This guy is hopeless.

But maybe... he's saying the truth?
It's crazy for me to think that to be honest. As it stands, there's a possible mental or delusional man in my house saying he's Levi.
But I can't get what my grandmother said about the wardrobe out of my head.

"So, you're corporal Levi Ackermann?" I ask one more time.
"Do I have to write that down?" he says. I shake my head.
"...Fine, I believe you. For now."
Levi raises his eyebrowns.
"Good. I hope you don't mind it if I stay here?"
"Wha-"
"Good."
Keep calm (y/n). Give him at least a chance... Even when he's doing what he wants.
"Fine, you can stay here. But try anything funny and I will be calling the cops. Also, I should warn you about something."
"From what? Do you have a anything dangerous here?"
I nod.
"A titan or what?"
"Worse. My sister... She's a huge fangirl of you" I anwser grinning.
"What's a fangirl? You're using a lot strange words."

"There's so much I need to explain to you, I guess..." I say sweat dropping while coaxing my head to the side when I notice his gaze wandering curious over to the microwave, fridge and what else is standing in the kitchen.
"Tch. Do as you please, brat." He says that desinteressiert but I feel like he is just as confused as I am about all this.

I don't feel like he's lying.

"Oh and by the way, my name is not brat. It's (y/n) (y/ln). And my sister is Kathy"

"Tch. Whatever"
I don't know if he doesn't care or is to distracted by my whole kitchen utensils. Either way...

Perfect start into the weekend!