Dancing With Death (Eren x Levi)

21.

*Flashback*
The crowd cheered as the Alpha dropped to the ground, defeated. Above him stood a wounded, but not beaten, omega. He stood victoriously over the large teen, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face. He had just taken the crown, he was now the alpha of the school. The first omega ever to hold the position.
"Let's hear it for Death!!" The crowd cheered again and started chanting, "Alpha, alpha..."
For once in his life, the masked teen felt like he was worth something. And he would sell the rest of his broken soul to keep it like that.
One of his close friends came up to him and gave him a small smile.
"Well, Yeager you did it."
"Thanks,"
Death put his watch and belt back on and grabbed his bag. His eyes widened at the time. He had to be home, his father was expecting him.
Before he could go a classmate walked over, "We are all going out drinking, wanna come?"
"Uhh, no, my father wants me home." Although that was part of the truth, his father did want him home, but he also didn't drink. He had seen what alcohol does to people, and he feared if he touched the drink that it would turn him into a monster like his father. He waved goodbye as he ran home.
The Omega stood on the porch trying to calm his nerves, there weren't butterflies in his stomach, there were wasps. His father had been on a business trip to District Rose for two months, taking his new wife with him. Eren had time to heal, he could wake up in the morning and not have hand marks on his neck, or indents and buses on his arms from hammers, his wings finally grew back.
But his wings we not strong, they were like an innocent butterfly, it only took one touch to destroy them.
He walked into the house, stepping on a can within three steps of the door. After causing the commotion his father walked in, belt in one hand and a beer bottle in the other. The man gave the teen a sticking smile while walking up to him.
"Why don't you give the father a hug?" His tone sounded angry like he was on the verge of yelling.
Eren stood, paralyzed by fear.
"And what have I told you about coming home on time?" The drunken man advanced before lunging, grabbing his neck and slamming him against the wall, the boy's feet dangling off the ground.
He ripped off the mask and threw it somewhere.
He then dragged the teen by his soft brown locks to Erens room. And continued to hit him with the leather belt and when he was done with the bottle, he hit him with that too.
"You are a disgrace to the family!!"
Before Eren could respond his father dragged him to the window, opened it, and threw him out.
The alpha walked back down to the living room to grab another beer. Not caring if the Omega that laid on the ground outside lived or died.
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The alpha walked around at night to clear his head. He was walking in a rundown street, the whole part of town was like it but this street had no lights on, besides on small flickering street lamp. Almost all the houses had boarded windows, it was like walking in a ghost town. He admired the quietness of the street, he was usually filled with shouts of neighbors or the occasional stray gunshot, no one ever called the Rats because snitching will land you in a freshly dug grave. He walked past a small house and notice that there was a lump in the dirt yard. Him being the nosey person he his he walked over to it. He stopped in front of, what he now realized, omega. he placed a hand on the small boy's body, he turned him over on his back to get a clear look at him. Although the boys faced a bruised, scratched and a little swollen, he could recognize the omega, he was the new alpha of Titan High.  The 'legendary' boy, who was only in sixth grade, had managed to take down an 18-year-old alpha that was almost three times his size, news travels fast among the Ganges who are looking for new members. If this kid was so strong, why is he laying beaten on the ground, may he add, also passed out, in the cold.
  He looked over the boys body, his shirt was red and crusty from dried blood, he faintly smelled like alcohol, he had welts on his arms and red marks over his skin, he had a large gash on his near his eye, his knee looked out of place, it was sticking out too far. He thought about what he could do with him, it was almost freezing temperature, if he left him there he would die from hypothermia. Not wanting the blood of the kid on his hand and living with the regret of not saving him when he had the chance, he picks up the boy and carried him to the drug store to get stuff to patch him up.
  With the help of an old friend, he managed to clean and properly bandage all of the young boy's wounds. His assumptions were correct, the boy's knee was dislocated, but lucky not broken.
After that incident the two became close, almost like brothers, they sure did fight like they were, but at the end of the day, the two would walk through the coldest of places, for the longest of times to look after each other. They had saved each other countless times, and neither of them could ever repay one another for it.  

*Flashback end*