Mischievous (ereri)

Chapter Two

~Eren's POV~

An unrecognizable scent swarmed my nose as my eyes slowly began to open. It smelled...clean. Fully aware I wasn't at home, I managed to look around. I was in a small room, very small, it was too small. Then I realized it.

A box? I'm in a box...

The floor wasn't hard, I had been sleeping on a worn towel. Yet it still smelled new. Then it clicked.

There was a robbery at the bakery... I ran away and... and... Where am I?

I attempted to stand, but I was too weak. Before I gave up, my ears caught a voice.

"Hange? Are you there?"

Silence.

"Did you get the voicemail, shitty glasses?"

Silence.

"Okay good, I was driving down the road and I hit the little guy. He's in my bathroom in a box right now."

Silence.

"No, I didn't bring him to the vet. The roads were closed off over there because there was a robbery or something."

Silence.

"Thank goodness, come by as soon as you can. See you in a few."

That was a phone call I think. I've been a cat for so long I forgot what some of the humans had for technology. Being a neko is troublesome.

The silence had been interrupted by the sound of footsteps, they were getting louder...and louder. A single click noise occurred and the lights flashed on. I closed my eyes unable to adjust myself to the sudden change in light.

~Meow~

"Ah, you're awake." A monotone voice said.

I suddenly felt two hands wrap around my waist and I was hoisted up which I wasn't fond of. No one has ever touched me so gently since I was with Armin and Mikasa.

~HISS~

I hissed and snuck my teeth into his hand. He dropped my instantly as he bled a little.

Run. I have to run.

His place was quite beautiful and very modern. Running out the bathroom, the floor turned to rug and was very narrow. In front of me was another door, and to the left seemed to be a hallway. At the end of it was another door and exactly to the right of me was a staircase leading down. The front door was right there. Slowly going down each step, the bathroom door swung open even further hitting the doorstop making a loud bang. My ears dropped in fear as the man's face was filled with rage. Completely frightened, my paw slipped and I fell down the rest of the stairs becoming limp as I hit the bottom.

"FUCK." The man was screamed with slight worry, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

I heard him run down the stairs and lean down on the balls of his feet.

Act dead. Act dead. He'll throw me out and I'll run from there. Please God.

"Please don't be dead you little brat."

He pressed his ear against my chest and a sigh of relief came from him. He stood up once again and sprinted to what I believe was the bathroom. Once I heard the rustling of objects upstairs, I quietly stood up. I'm not going to lie, but that hurt like a bitch. Slightly limping as I ran, I looked around his house. Upstairs was small, but there was another hallway from where his front door was. There was a kitchen straight ahead with an island table and barstools. The walls were all white, it had large, black, foot-by-foot tiles, and the counters were made of black marble. The lights were dimmed. The kitchen was amazing, but too the left of it was an arch doorway leading into a living room. The living room was even bigger. The floor was made of Kempas wood and there was a light gray carpet that covered most of it. There was an black, leather L-shaped couch that was against most of the wall. In the middle laid a black coffee table and a few feet from it was a magnificent fireplace with a flatscreen television above it. Standing underneath the arch doorway looking at the kitchen and then the living room, I noticed there were other doors, and one was slightly open. It was a small closet in the kitchen. Without hesitation, I sprinted into the darkness of the closet and hid within the objects piled in there.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" The man's voice was heard again, "WHERE'D YOU GO?" I heard him running to the kitchen and open cabinets closest to the floor and then running to the living room and lifting up pillows from the couch. Within seconds of his rage, the door bell chimed.

"Finally." I heard the man mumble while stomping to the door.

"What took you so long, shitty glasses?!?"

"Jeez, I'm sorry. You know I live like twenty minutes away, I can't get here in five. You should know that of all people."

"You have no idea how close I am to bashing your head into the wall."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I really am. Now where's the little rascal?"

"I don't fucking know. Once it woke up, I picked him up, and he bit me. He ran out the bathroom and down the stairs. But..."

"But what?"

"He may have called down the stairs."

"WHAT?"

"Shut it, I know you're an animal-loving-freak, but hear me out. I ran down to see if it was alive and don't worry, it was. But I ran upstairs to get bandages because it was bleeding. But when I came back the cat was gone and I can't find him."

"Wow, um, are you dumb or something?"

"What did you call me shitty gla-"

"Quit the crap, look at your precious floor. How dumb can you be to miss the damn blood trails?"

Silence.

I didn't know I was bleeding. Fuck. Crap. Shit. There gonna find me in here.

They stopped talking, but I heard the creaking of the wooden floor get closer to where I was. I began to panic. My trembling body back up further into the closet.

~SNAP~

A sharp pain emerged at my tail while I left out a small yelp. I smelled more blood, I could feel tears trickling down my face. I don't want to die now, then I heard the man speak again.

"Shit, I never took the mouse traps out of that closet, Hange!"

"What the hell, Levi!"

Ah, Levi was his name. I like it. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna scratch the shit out of you when you open this closet.

The light from outside the closet became larger and I saw the two humans staring back at me.

You're dead.

(Update: Check out my new ereri story called "Remember Me"~ it's a lot better than this one)