Covered Eyes (No Name Levi X Eren)

Chapter 24 ~ Languages

There's only silence for a few minutes as we continue to embrace.

“I can't believe it's only been a week since I met you, and it feels like I've known you longer.” I softly remark.

Eren looks up to me with his big beautiful eyes, smiling softly. “Yeah, I feel the same.” He rests his head back on my chest.

The washing machine buzzes as the cycle finishes, causing a sigh from both of our lips because we both know I’ll have to switch everything out. He lets go of me first, and smiles to me. I smile back to him and carry him to the couch, setting him down in the center.

“We’re not doing anything else today, just relaxing,” I state, to which he nods.

“You mean you don’t want me doing anything,” he smirks, knowing that means no more working on his case.

“Yes, but I’ll only be doing some chores, think of some movies you might wanna watch while I start the next load.” I gather up said basket and walk to the washing machine.

As I’m placing the wet clothes into the dryer, I glance to the bracelet again. Does Eren think they mean the same as me? I close the dryer and mindlessly start it, continuing to the washer with the dirty clothes.

In high school, I dated a girl who was obsessed with the concept of reincarnation. She also was crazy against the environment. Actually, she was just a nut case in general. But… in the same way, she might have been onto something, the first part.

It still seems stupid and crazy to me. Past lives? I mean, come on.

And yet here I am, in love with a brat I've known for five days and I feel like I can answer trivia questions about him. It could just be me being sensitive to his emotions, right?

But then there was also this, the clothes. I've always had issues when people help with chores. I always end up redoing it. Eren sorted the clothes and I've yet to find a single article of clothing out of place.

Coincidence? There's only one way to find out.

The machine's lid closes as I walk back to where Eren sits. He smiles up to me.

“So, why did you sort the clothes like that?” I ask, motioning to the clothes that still remain.

He blushes and laughs. “Sorry, its just habit.”

“From who?”

“I actually don't know, ever since I started helping with the laundry, I've just sorted them like that.” He messes with the key under his shirt. “My mom used to get so frustrated with me, since according to her there'd be more piles then necessary. She'd laugh it off though, remarking I'd make a good husband someday if I was so meticulous with the chores.” He's smiling, but it's a sorrow filled one.

I sit next to him on the couch. “Did she give that to you?” He nods and slips his finger under the chain, pulling at it until the brass object is revealed.

It's an older key, with a long center. Inscripted on it is a phrase in French. This is the first time I've gotten a close look at it.

“La vérité repose dans les racines.”

“Huh?” Eren asks, now turning his attention to me.

“The writing, la vérité repose dans les racines, it's French.” I run my finger along the letters.

“Really? So you speak French?” he asks, turning towards me.

“Yeah, do you?”

“No, I speak a little German, that's it. What's it say?”

“The truth lies at the roots.”

He sighs, as if he was expecting it to mean something specific. He quickly changes the subject from the key.

“Can you say something in French for me again?”

I raise an eyebrow, “like what?”

“You write lyrics for the band, I'm sure you can come up with something.”

I smirk a little, figuring out what I want to say, and lean closer to him. “Oú fait je connais tu? On avec les yeux de l'ocean.” I softly say.

He blushes and giggles slightly from how I said it. “What did you say?”

“Not telling you.” I shrug, causing the brat to pout a little.

“Come on Levi! Please?”

I shake my head and he pushes me back on the couch, leaning against my chest. “Please?” I still refuse. “Du hast Glück, dass ich verletzt bin, störrische Schönheit.” He curses me in German.

You're lucky that I'm hurt, stubborn beauty.

To which I laugh, since I speak German. “Or you'd what?” I ask, almost challenging him.

He blushes bright red again and hides his face in my chest. “You speak… German?” He groans.

I laugh in response. “well, yeah,” I say, as if it should be obvious.

“That's no fair.” He sits up and crosses his arms, acting as if he's mad at me.

I sit up as I hold his waist, bringing my chest to his and demanding his attention. He bites his lip as he looks back to me, wrapping his tan arms around my pale neck. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, I smirk at him.

“You're awful.” He smirks back, knowing that I've won him back without telling him what I said. He rests his head against my neck, shaking it. I slowly start to lean back so we’d be laying on the couch and his hands slip to my chest.

Eren softly laughs, settling in my arms.