Give Me back!

Ain't no Hollabackgirl

Word Count: 710

Levi didn't have to open his eyes to know that something was off. Something felt completely off. Was it the different smell that hang in the room, the loud cluttering from downstairs or the way the bedsheets felt a little too soft than they normally did... Why was his Mum up already, she wasn't supposed to be doing stuff in the kitchen on her special Day. What time might it be? Was Farlan already awake?

He opened his eyes and took in a shocked breath. The room he was in was completely dark, except for the light that came from an alarm clock next to the bed he was lying in. 7.29am.
"Shit!", he cried out, scrambling to his feet. His feet? Woha that felt weird. It seemed as if his feet touched the ground in a totally different way, he felt so tall somehow. He still couldn't see anything. Where the heck was he? Was he drunk? What happened to him? He was starting to feel a little nauseous, but before he could grab onto something to hold him in place the alarm clock changed to 7.30am and he cried out once more, when suddenly music began to blast through the room.

He almost tripped over something on the floor as he lunged for the alarm clock, knocking it from the bedstand it had been standing on, which made Gwen Stefani's Hollabackgirl end quite abruptly.

"Holy Shit!" He let out a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. Hm, how did his hair get so soft and ... he stopped, touching the back of his head, where his undercut should have been, but it wasn't.

Was this a joke? Did somebody trick him with a wig? Or even worse, with drugs? Was that the reason why he was feeling so unwell? He pulled at his hair. No, it definitely wasn't a wig, that much he could tell through this darkness.

He tapped forward to where the distant noise of a kitchen came from and finally found a door handle to turn.

Bright Sunshine hit his face.
He blinked. Once. Twice.
Where the heck was he?
He sighed again. "I shouldn't get used to waking up in strange places", he said more to himself than to anyone else, when he realized his voice was a bit off too. But before he could wonder about any more of that strangeness, someone confronted him.

"What were you saying? You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness."
He jumped against the door frame, staring at the person in front if him.
It was no one else than Mikasa Ackermann.

"Why - Who - Where did you come from?", he spluttered. His thoughts were racing. Why did he wake up in some strange room, that apparently belonged to a house where Mikasa Ackermann was existing. Why her?

Oh. Holy. Hell. A terrible thought struck his mind. Did he and Mikasa - no, no way, he could never ever have been that drunk, impossible.
Mikasa was raising one of her eyebrows.
"You know, you should probably go to bed earlier if you can't even remember your sister is living in the same house as you, dumbass."

Sister? Same house?
He didn't even have time think about her calling him a dumbass, normally he would have insulted her back or just punched her if necessary, but today something was terribly off. He wasn't feeling like himself at all.

And then an even more horrible thought took over his brain as he ran into a room that appeared to be a bathroom and took a look in the mirror. And what he saw made his heart go numb.

"Jaaaeeegeeer", he roared, covering his mouth - Eren's mouth - before drawing even more attention to his most likely startling behaviour. He ran back into the room he had come from, ignoring Mikasa's weirded out looks and after letting the sun creep in from behind the curtains, he began searching for the brat's phone.

He finally found it on the floor next to the bed. He didn't even have to hack past a password combination, shitty brat didn't protect his phone's contents at all, but right now that was quite useful.
He typed in his own mobile number and waited...