Bratty thief stole my heart

Chapter 17: Poisonous feelings

Levi's Pov:

"You don't have to write your letter on this crappy note book. I'll give you some proper paper. Just wait a few minutes, I'll be right back."

I stood up, the note book in my hand and headed out of the cell. I kept my face turned away from Eren, because I was sure that my unemotional mask had just slipped a bit and I didn't wanted the brat to notice. The sensation of where our hands had touched was still tingeling on my skin. His hands were really warm, that boy was like a living heather.

Eren obviously had blushed when I had ruffeled through his chestnut hair and again when I had taken the block out of his hand. It might have been just because of another man being so close to him, but after seeing his reaction when I said I didn't fell in love with him, I was sure that there was more behind it than just simple embarassement.

I was acting fucking bipolar again. I had just made fun of him because he asked me to let him write a letter to his friends and then again I was comforting him when he nearly cried about them. I even called him precious, like what the hell had been going on in my brain at that moment? The sight of Eren almost crying was apparently enough to make me grow soft. Oh dear god I don't believe in, what is going on with me?!

More and more confusion thoughts about Eren started running through my head and I walked faster towards my office until I was running, too. As if I could just run away from all this confusing emotions.

I stormed into my office and slammed the door shut. Inside I leaned my back against it, trying to catch my breath. The memory of what had just happened replayed over and over in my mind. I covered my eyes with my hands and let myself side down to the floor.

"What are you doing to me, you shitty brat?!" I mumbeled as I sat on the floor, my back against the door.

My whole day had been as horrible as it could be. After visiting Eren in the morning I had had a meeting with the council again and for once I hadn't been happy they didn't talk about their usual problem. No, their biggest problem seemed to be a bratty, teal eyed thief who's company I've learned to value over the past weeks. But for these noble jocks he was just a filthy and useless criminal they wanted dead. They knew he had informations about the underworld, but as long as there was no real, visible threat to their own power and wealth they weren't interested. Of course I hadn't told them about the real reason Eren had come to the palace, that would end in a catastrophy. So I had to convince them that he could lead us to other criminal gangs who had caused a lot of trouble also for these noble idiots. The possibility of stopping the raids of their precious mansions was enough reason for them to give in and let me have my way with Eren.

But the impatient nobles hadn't been  my only head ache cause today. I had been discussing our situation with Erwin when a obviously pissed commander of the Military Police decided to bother me with his appearance. Nile Dock had stomped into my office while I was talking about a secret informant and successfully interrupted our discussion. He had loudly requested to hand Eren over to the Military Police, so they could deal with him. Erwin, who couldn't stand that asshole either, had asked him to wait outside until we've finished what Dock had instantly declined and practically ordered me to give him Eren. That had been enough for me to snap at him and coldly tell him that I still was the king and that it was only my decision what to do about my bratty thief. He could call himself lucky that I didn't punish him for sassing the king. In the end a even more angry Nile left my office, not without promising that Eren would die at one point, one way or the other. That fucker can just go die in a filthy ditch!

To sum it up, I had been pretty much done with all the shit and annoyed as hell. So when shitty glasses told me that Eren was able to walk again, my mood had finally lifted a bit. The brat was like my escape from all the trouble and the visits the most pleasant thing of each shitty day.