Kidnapped

Marco!

I stare at the headstone. I can't speak or move. Rivaille walks over and crouches down beside me. Following my stare he runs his fingers over Levi's name.

"He was a nice kid. I sure liked him. Sadly he couldn't do what needed to be done." Rivaille spoke softly. I stand and walk towards the building.

"Come on. Next thing you know my parents are gonna be buried here too." I say grumpily walking into the building. Rivaille follows behind me and closes the door. He shows me around the little home. I ignore my so called friends as they try to explain and apologize. Rivaille is my protection. I'd just ask for something and he would take me there. Soon the tour is over and we stand outside of my new room.

"I'm just down the hall of you need anything." He grips my shoulder and turns to walk away.

"Thank you." I whisper. I hear him grumble and leave. Falling onto the soft, cool bed I begin to cry. Soon I fell asleep after countless tears are shed and my cheeks are most likely stained. I dream of Levi and Petra and the first time I had met her.

**Dream/Flashback**
I stared out the window for hours. Waiting for Levi to come home with the surprise he had texted me about. I look down at my phone again. 9:45. Exactly five minuets since the last time I checked. I look out of the foggy window again and see headlights through the pouring rain. Jumping from the couch I rush to the door.

"Levi!!" I screamed as he took his shoes off and moved out of the way. I attacked the smaller man by wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Hello to you to Eren. Could we move out of the door way?" Levi said simply hugging me back. I nodded and pulled away. Moving out of the door way. I watch as a beautiful woman steps through the door. She is shorter than Levi, has large eyes that peer at you and are filled to the brim with wonder, and he carried a small head of short red orange hair.

"Hello, my name is Petra." She had said to me with a large smile. I clued in swiftly.

"Eren. I'm Levi's adopted little brother." I offered a hand to her as I spoke. Mikasa came running down the stairs. She tackled me and cuddled into my chest for protecting from her raging father. I glared at him from over my shoulder. Mikasa dragged me to the kitchen and Levi followed.

"Eren, can you make us all some ramen?" Mikasa had asked in a low tone. Her cardigan was thrown on sloppily. Most likely to hide the bruises and cuts along her body and arms. I start to cook and cut food. Working away in the kitchen while Petra talks about herself and I soon turn with two bowls in my hands. I give one to Mikasa, and the other to Levi.

"No thank you. It's a lovely gesture but a eat not to long ago." She said with a warm smile. Levi gave her his chop sticks and pushed the bowl towards her.

"Liar. Besides, Eren is the best cook when it comes to ramen or anything else you could eat with chopsticks sticks." Levi said rapping his arm around Petra's waist a nuzzled his face into her shoulder. Petra ate a few of the noodles and started to swiftly stuff them into her face.

"This is so good, how?" He had asked after finishing the bowl full. I had sat down next to Mikasa and started to eat myself. Levi smiled at her. It was rare to see Levi smile. Not after what happened to his parents.

"Do you guys want to play just dance?" Mikasa asked in a low voice. If you weren't listening you would have never heard her speak.

"Sure. Sounds like fun." Levi and Petra said at the same time. I smile weekly at her. We finish, put the dishes in the sink, and head to the basement. We make two teams, Mikasa and I against Levi and Petra. We dance to the same songs over and over again. After some time a few of the house keepers, I hate calling them maids, came and joined us. After hours we all ended up crashing on the floor. Mikasa's head laid on my stomach and Petra did the same to Levi. I laid my head on Levi's chest listening to his heartbeat. The rise and fall of his chest. Just before I drifted off I felt soft lips kiss my head.

"Sweet dreams my love." Is all I heard before I did what I shouldn't have done.
**End of dream/flashback**

I snap out of my dream in a cold sweat. Walking to the small bathroom I splash some cold water on my face. I look at the time. 6:20. I woke up because my alarm had went off. I open the door and look out. Everyone still seems to be asleep. Grabbing my shirt I throw it on and sprint out the door quietly as to not wake anyone up. I look at my surroundings and head east. If I walk for a little, take three lefts and two rights I'll be at the hospital. I think to myself. After about half an hour I get there. It's early and the staff still isn't fully awake and functional.

"Hello, I'm here to see a man admitted yesterday, he was in a car accident with his fiancée. Do you know what room he's in?" I ask the woman at the desk politely.

"You must be talking about young Marco. His mom works here actually. If you go to the third floor he should be in room 217." The woman says with a smile. I wave my thanks and head Marco's way.

Soon I real have his room and gulp as I open the door. I take one look and want to cry. He is breathing on his own which is a relieve. His arm and leg in a cast and names and pictures covered them. Marco is so nice and you never forget his face, or smile or laugh. He is just that kind of perfect. I hear the machine monitoring his heart beat steadily.

Taking a couple of steps into the room I close the door softly. I large head of drown hair pops up. I laugh softly at the sleepy Jean. On the side of his face are marks from his cast. I walk over to Marco and sit on the bed beside him.

"What are you doing here Eren?" Jean asks in a sleepy tone.

"Why? Did you expect me to be a good boy and stay at they little group home you have going on with Rivaille?" I snarl. His eyes widen.

"So you know." Jean says, his eyes looking everywhere but into my ice cold ones.

"Yeah, I know and I only came here to see Marco." I stand and begin to leave. My hand is on the door when I stop suddenly. I hear a mutter come from Jean.

"It should have been me." He weeps into his arm as his hand grips Marco's.

"You're right, it should be you lying in that bed." I hiss in a venomous voice before leaving. The anger in my dont slowly sapping away. All that is left once I get to the elevator is sadness. I hold back the tears threatening to fall and ask the woman at the front dash if I could make a call. She handed me a cell phone and I called my father.

In a few minuets his limo is outside of the hospital.