Covered Eyes (No Name Levi X Eren)

Chapter 16 - Faces

I'm so sorry that these are late!!! Bad author!!! Bad!! School started up again so I was focusing on that. Anyways. Here are two chapters for you lovely people and I should be back on schedule now.

Eren sits up in the bed, taking the covers with him as he sighs. Jeez its cold.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs as I sit up and stretch.

“For?” I ask through a yawn.

“For freaking out over a dream,” he looks to me, embarrassed.

“Eren, why would you apologize for that? You were shaking so bad and it looked like you saw a ghost. You’re justified in freaking out.”

He shook his head, “I usually don’t do that though, I usually just wake up and go back to sleep no problem.”

“Do you have these dreams often?”

Eren nods. “They usually start out the same, a partially cloudy day, green grass swaying in the silent breeze, then blood splatters across it. I look to what caused it and a body drops out of seemingly nowhere. It’s someone different every time, sometimes it's someone I know in real life, but most of the time I don’t know them really, but it feels like I do, even if I can’t make out their face. Something then grabs me, a monster of sorts, and more people die trying to save me. Then I become that monster, unable to control what I do, hurting even more people.”

Tears start to form in his eyes, causing me to move closer to him. He leans into my shoulder, but continues.

“I’m crying and pleading for someone to save me, my Captain specifically. Every time, it’s him who saves me. He cuts me away from the monster and before I can tell him anything, he’s suddenly covered in blood and falls to the grass. Everytime, I feel all hope suddenly ripped from me along with my heart, like he was everything to me.”

He wraps his arms around me and squeezes me tightly.

“Last night, I could make out the Captain’s face and,” his voice suddenly cracks.

“It was mine,” I softly finish for him. He nods his head and tightens his grip on me again.

“I don’t know why,” he whispered. I tighten my hold on him.

“It was a dream, I’m here, I’m not hurt, and you’re safe.”

He nods and settles in my arms, just in time to jump nearly a foot off the bed when the Energizer guitarist knocks on our door. He blushes and quickly leaves the bed, unlocking the door to let the others in.

“Are you okay Eren?” Hanji asks, immediately turning to me. “What did you do Short Shit?”

“Tch,” I scowl. “Nothing, the brat had a nightmare dumbass.”

“Hanji, its true,” Eren laughs nervously and wipes away the tears from his eyes. “He comforted me.”

Hanji turns to me with the most terrifying look on their face, a look I only see on the crazed fans we encounter during our shows. The rabid fangirls, fanboys, and unsettlingly everything in between.

“Oooo,” they sing, going higher and higher.

“Shut up.” I growl, not that it stops the trail of “oos” coming from their mouth. I grit my teeth, a last warning to them, it's overlooked.

“You’re dead.” I say as I leap from the bed, initiating a well deserved chase. Everyone moves out of our way as I run after the four-eyed-idiot, grabbing the folded newspaper Mike is, or rather was, holding.

We run around the hotel like two fighting siblings, disrupting the people eating breakfast yet again. I end up coraling Hanji back to the room, where I violently smack the back of their neck with the newspaper. They fall to their knees and rub the back of their neck, a glare locked on my eyes.

Mike laughs through his nose as he rolls his eyes. Eren has his hands over his mouth, completely surprised. Sawney and Bean aren’t fazed at all as they both stifle a yawn.

I hand Mike the paper and slip on a shirt so we can go eat.

Breakfast isn't that different from yesterday's, except our focus lies in how many times Hanji and I have gotten into it like we did this morning. We act like warring siblings all the time, everything is a competition. If I'm remembering correctly, we have a 15:1 win ratio on average, meaning for every 15 times I win, Hanji wins one, and it's usually a pity point. There are a few occasions when Hanji wins one playing dirty (taking pictures of me while someone is sleeping on me), and even fewer rare ones when it's fair.

Hanji pouts damn near the whole time, mad that I've bested them again. I may have a short fuse, but I'm a controlled blast and a quick thinker. I never let my emotions cloud my mind when going after something, even if it's because of emotion I'm going after it in the first place. My focus switches from the “why I want to win” to the “how I will win” very quickly.

I catch Eren staring at me every now and then, a quick look away with a blush following after.

That's nothing though compared to the glances and stares I get from a couple of gentlemen checking in, or maybe they're looking at Eren. They also turn away when my gray eyes meet theirs.

I can't help but feel uneasy by the two, especially when there's a large stack of cash handed over and the person behind the counter glances to our table.

“Short Shit!” Hanji yells at me, forcing my gaze to their brown orbs with at glare.

“What?” I growl.

“Something wrong Levi?” Eren asks.

I glance back to the counter, the men aren't there anymore.

“No,” I shake my head. I'm so glad we're leaving today, even if that means we have a concert tonight.

“Well, we were just discussing lunch options on our way to our next stop,” Hanji catches me up, suddenly over their moping.

“Where did we land?”

“Somewhere between leftovers and sushi,” Mike answers.

Eren turns a little green at the mention of sushi.

“Leftovers,” I say, placing my two cents in.

Bean high-fives Eren, I'm glad there's very little resentment there. Hanji and Sawney pretend they lost a pet, obviously they had their hearts set on sushi. I really just didn't want to see Eren puke.

“Leftovers it is then,” Mike nods.