The Toxic Wasters

4. R U Mine?

Note: I don't know if put a trigger warning, but in case I didn't....um.....Trigger Warning!

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Erwin approached the small home belonging to Jean Kirstein, an old friend of Eren's. He lived in a small suburban home that was still decked out in Christmas decorations in April. With a creased brow from the inappropriate attire of the house, Erwin knocked on the door.

It took several minutes and several knocks for the door to open. And with the opening of the door came the smell of alcohol and a poorly kept home. A dirty blond stood in pyjama pants and a dark tank. His hair was unruly and long with an unkempt beard. The sweet crooning of Frank Sinatra contradicted the scene. That was until Erwin listened to the lyrics closely.

Why was I born to love you?

"You must be Jean Kirstein," Erwin declared attempting to ignore the stench. "Yeah, and who the fuck are you?" the other replied. Erwin stuck his hand out, but Jean looked at it in disgust. "I'm Erwin Smith, Mr. Eren and Levi Jaeger's lawyer," he said retiring his hand to his side. Jean scowled. "Tell them to fuck off," he demanded. The blond attempted to close the door, but Erwin stopped his action by splaying his palm against the door.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions about them," Erwin added as if it would change Jean's mind. "Such as?" he groaned.

"If they exhibited odd behavior while with you, odd habits, and so on," Erwin continued. Jean took a sip of his beer before sighing, an expression of anger setting on his face. "Levi always had these weird panic...fucking episodes. We wouldn't see either of them for weeks on end. Eren would constantly be over his boyfriend's fucking shoulder, making sure he took his medicine or looking for signs of a fucking break down," Jean mumbled.

"He's suspected of having schizophrenia," Erwin explained. "I don't fucking doubt it. He always looked like he had seen a ghost. But fuck them both. They're fucking dead to me," Jean scowled.

"And why is that?" Erwin inquired. Jean almost looked offended by the question. "They took everything amazing in my life away from me. They murdered Armin. They deserve to be strapped to electric chairs and..." Jean made a chopping motion around his neck. "They deserve to fucking die for what they've done," Jean claimed his mouth going taut and his body becoming rigid.

Only to wake up by myself. What is the good of me by myself?

"Thank you for your time Jean Kirstein I'll take my leave."

-5 years ago-

Levi sat in the passenger seat of Eren's car. They were heading to the night club Armin suggested. Levi was just happy to spend this time with Eren. The radio played Paul Anka's greatest while Levi and Eren held hands between the seats. The car smelled of Eren and made Levi practically melt as he watched the street lamps pass them by. He felt safe here and calm, a feeling he missed.

The breathless world of your embrace.

They barely knew each other, but Levi couldn't stop himself from smiling at the thought of Eren. Their hands fit perfectly together.

Only a few months ago Levi knew nothing of Eren, and now he sat with him holding his hand. It felt like bliss. And now the pair were going out for one of Eren's friend's birthday.

Eren's black car pulled up to the club Armin demanded he come to. He parked relatively close to the door. With a small sigh, Eren turned to Levi with a shy smile. A smile Levi wanted to look at forever. "Are you ready to meet my entourage?" Eren asked with a chuckle. Levi glanced at the entrance of the club. In bright neon pink lights read "The Underground" and loud music could be heard from the car. "As ready as I'll ever be," Levi shrugged. Eren pressed a kiss to Levi's cheek before they exited the car.