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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager, Marco_Bott/Jean_Kirstein
  Character:
      Levi, Eren_Yeager, Mikasa_Ackerman, Armin_Arlert, Jean_Kirstein, Marco
      Bott, Reiner_Braun, Bertolt_Hoover
  Additional Tags:
      oh_geez, trash, i_am_trash, Kidnapping, Human_Trafficking, Triggers,
      Blind_Eren_Yeager, Mute_Eren
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      Published: 2015-04-03 Updated: 2015-04-07 Chapters: 3/? Words: 8906
****** Over the Walls ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     To the leaders of their land, children were worthless. A drain. So,
     if a child was ever caught alone, they would be captured and sold.
     They'd be taught how to be good little slaves. Stripped of identity
     and individuality. But it's not like everyone is going to lay down
     and take it.
     The Survey Core will save them all
Notes
     I plan for this to be as fucked up as I can make it. Consider this
     your trigger warning.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The Military Police raided Shiganshina district in early May, rounding up all
children, without parents with them. They threw them into cages and killed any
of the adults who tried to stop them. Eren Jaeger was ripped away from his
family, watching a man kill his mother, right in front of his eyes when she
tried to grab him. He screamed and cried, but was beaten down and forced to
stay quiet while the men left his village in ruins.
They were being taken away to the capital, they would never see their friends
and family again. Eren felt tears running down his face, and one of the older
kids was trying to comfort him. She rubbed his back and hugged him close,
whispering kind words into his ears. There were several others who were doing
the same, but it didn't make anyone feel any better. Even at the young age of
nine, Eren knew what was going happen to him when he was sold. He shuddered at
the thought. He curled into a ball in the girl's slender arms and tried to fall
asleep, but it was no use. As they rode through small towns and open portions
of land. People would look at them with pity, but did nothing to help.
The capital, was an awful place. It was a thriving city, with wealthy noble men
and military leaders. Hookers looked at them and smirked. People of 'upstanding
morals' looked at them like they were filth. Tall buildings, crowded streets,
defining noise. He put his hands over his ears until the cart jerked to a stop.
They were taken out and roughly shoved into separate rooms, where they were
shaved and bathed. They forced Eren down on the ground, ignoring his screams,
and injected him with something. It made his head feel loopy. They chained his
arms down onto a stage floor, and he could feels eyes on him.
The lights were so bright, and the voice speaking seemed so far away. "As you
can see here, we have a rare item for you all today. A rare gem of half German
half Turkish decent. Look at those shimmering turquoise eyes. He is, naturally,
a virgin, the buyer can confirm this with his own eyes." A man came up to him,
and spread his legs, so everyone could see. He let out a whine, and let his
head lull to the side. There was yelling, all around him, it was so loud, he
just wanted them to shut their mouths. It went on, for what must have been five
minutes, then he was roughly grabbed and taken away somewhere.
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Eren woke with a headache. He couldn't move his legs very much, and he was
cold. He looked around and found himself in a dimly lit stone room, completely
naked. He tried to sit up, but it was to hard. Every time he tried, his vision
would swim, and he was worried that he'd pass out again, so he stopped, and
just let himself lay on the floor, trying to ignore the way it made his skin
feel chilled.
He sneezed, and shivered. He cried. He pleaded for someone to hear him. He
rubbed his eyes and tried not to picture the things that those sick bastards
would do to him. He closed his eyes, to find something good to think about. His
sister, his strong big sister. She had been home with his father, so they were
safe. His best friend Armin, who was no doubt with his grandfather. He was
glad, the three people he had left were safe and happy.
His mother though....He let out a loud sob, when he remembered the panic in his
mother's soft eyes when that man had plunged a sword into her chest. She'd
fallen to the ground, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, blood running
out of her mouth. Eren felt his body shake, from both cold and fear. He had
been sold to someone who was twisted enough to buy a child. Like those people
who had killed his mother. He was afraid, so afraid. He curled into a ball the
best he could. It was the only form of defense that he had down in that scary
dungeon. He knew that someone was going to hurt him. He'd been told so many
times by his parents about why he shouldn't be alone in the streets. He should
have listened. It was his own fault. He was the reason his mother had been
killed.
There was a soft tapping noise that was slowly getting closer to his cage. He
whimpered and curled up tighter, grabbing his legs and hiding his face in his
knees. The tapping stopped, and there was a soft chuckle.
"Come now little one, can you be brave for me?" The voice of a man asked,
running his fingers along the bars in a slow motion. "Look at me with those
pretty blue eyes of yours." He said. There was a sound like metal against
metal, until the door slowly opened. The sound of boots got too close for
comfort. The man leaned down, and then, suddenly grabbed him by the hair,
lifting half of Eren's body off the floor.
Eren screamed and fought against the strong hand, and kept his eyes squeezed
shut. The man laughed, and ran a soft hand against Eren's tear streaked face.
"Now, now little one. That's not how you treat your master. You need to know
your place." He said, playful scolding him, while he tightened his grip in the
young boy's hair. "Do I need to teach you your place little one?" He asked with
a fake tone of sympathy.
He was too afraid to speak. Tears gathered in his eyes and fell in rapid
succession. He tried clawing at the strong hands. He whimpered and whined, but
his distress was ignored. The man shook his hand, making Eren squeal. "Don't be
shy now little one, you'll be a well trained whore by the end of the month,
you'll be so amazed at how much you can take." He forced Eren's face closer and
kissed his cheek. "But maybe you're right. I can sell you for a much higher
price if your a virgin." He let his hands trail downwards, brushing against
Eren's inner thigh. "Already, so good with business. I'm proud." He laughed and
slammed Eren into the ground, but not hard enough to brake anything. He stood,
and kicked Eren in the back, then turned to leave. He slammed the cell door
closed, and disappeared. He still couldn't move much. He just laid there and
counted bricks, so to keep himself sane.
-------
He wasn't sure how long he was down there, before a young boy, maybe a bit
older, came to collect him. He said that his name was Marco. He was very
cheerful and kind. He minded Eren's aches and pains, and didn't get angry when
Eren was walking too slow.
Marco half carried him into a small room, with nothing but a bed a. He lowered
Eren onto the bed, and smiled sadly at him. Eren felt horrified at that look,
but when Marco saw it, he kissed the young boy on the forehead. "Just...do as
you're told, okay bright eyes? No matter how scary, just do what you're told
and they'll have no reason to hurt you." Then he was gone, leaving the
frightened boy alone in the dim light, tucked under the blanket.
*Trigger warning, rape*
Eren was still really confused when his door opened, and the man from before
walked in, with an older man in fancy clothes.
"Oh my, you weren't kidding, were you? He is very beautiful." The new man said,
wondering over to the young boy, and slowly removing the blanket, despite
Eren's whimpers of protest. The old man chuckled and rubbed the inside of the
boy's sun kissed thigh. "He's very innocent." The man reached into his coat
pocket and pulled out a money purse. He threw it into the waiting hands of the
one who bought Eren. "I'll pay for the next three hours." He said. The other,
nodded and smiled. He left the room, closing the door.
"Now then...what's your name, beautiful?" The old man asked. He grew agitated
when Eren didn't answer right away. He let out a frustrated growl, and slapped
him across the face, causing the child to cry, "I wouldn't have had to do that,
if you had just done what I'd told you to."
Eren still didn't say anything, earning him another smack. This one was so
hard, that it almost sent him flying off the bed. The man grabbed him by the
throat and squeezed. Eren choked, using his nails to claw at the man's fingers,
drawing blood, but not causing enough pain to make him stop. Just when his
vision was beginning to fade, he let go, with the angry look still on his face.
"I'll have to punish you, for being a bad boy." He whispered harshly in Eren's
ear.
The man started taking off his clothes, leaving them in a neat pile by the bed.
He grabbed Eren by the hair and slammed their mouths together, forcing his
tongue down the young boy's throat. He reached down into his lap and started
pumping his own length, while still kissing Eren.
When he pulled back, he was hard, and ready to feel Eren's tight ass. "I was
told you were a virgin." He said, pinching one of the boy's pink nipples. "I'm
very excited." He smirked and put two fingers in Eren's mouth, lightly moving
them against the boy's soft tongue. When he pulled them out, he licked Eren's
face, where tears were making streak marks. He slowly moved his hands
downwards, until he was between Eren's legs. He spread them, and pushed them so
far, they were almost touching the boy's shoulders. He laughed and pinched the
small bit of baby fat left on Eren's stomach. "How cute."
The man traced Eren's pink hole with his pointer finger and slowly slipped it
in. Eren cried out at the uncomfortable feeling of something intruding in his
body. He tried to move his legs, but the old man kept them in place with his
free hand. Eren covered his face with his hands when a second finger entered
him. The two started moving around, and stretching him out. The man wasn't
being very gentle with him, moving the two digits as fast and wide as he could.
When they were finally pulled out of him, Eren felt relief pool in his stomach.
The old man grabbed one of his ankles in each hand, causing confusion to the
young boy, and pushed them down even further then they were.
He gave Eren a taunting smile, before slamming into him as hard as he could.
Eren couldn't find the air to scream for the first few seconds. He laid there,
with his eyes wide, fingers twitching, and mouth open. Tears filled up his
vision as the man pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. Over,
and over and over again. After about twenty seconds of that Eren opened his
mouth and screamed as loudly as he could, reaching out to his tormenter,
begging him to forgive Eren, for whatever he'd done to offend him.
The man leaned closer to him and nipped on Eren's ear, his ragged, foul breath
causing Eren to choke on his screams. He dug his nails into the man's back and
scratched him as hard as he could, but he bit his nails, so there wasn't any
blood.
Eventually his cries became silent, and he laid on the bed, head to one side,
looking at the far wall with tears making wet spots on the pillow. From time to
time he'd whimper, but his throat hurt to much for anything else. Eren thought,
that it was almost an hour into their session that the man sped up
considerably, then something hot ans sticky flooded his insides. He thanked the
stars when the man, gasping for breath, pulled out of him.
*End warning*
He wanted to curl up and die, he felt disgusting. He smelled disgusting. He was
confused and angry and terrified. The man had given him the mercy of a blanket
over his shivering form. He ordered something to eat, from someone who had been
standing outside. He ate, and didn't ask Eren if he wanted anything.
He was being oddly quiet. He looked at the knife in his hands and turned around
to Eren. "Tell me your name, little one. Or.....I'll do something very bad to
you."
Eren couldn't talk, he'd never been able to talk, not even when he was little.
He could make sounds, but never words. He sat up, to fast, causing sharp pain
to his lower body. He shook his head as fast as he could, trying to convey his
disability to the monster in front of him.
The man seemed to take it as defiance. He grabbed Eren's jaw and pulled him
close. "Those eyes of your are very pretty. Such a pretty color, for a
beautiful little boy." He put the knife down on his plate and pulled Eren
closer. "There are a number of household items that could cause permanent
blindness, did you know that?" He rubbed circles in Eren's cheek. "Obvious
things like bleach and window cleaner, but then also things like pepper spray
and...." He let go for a second to pick something out of his coat pocket on the
floor. He pulled out a small green bottle. "Bug spray." He grabbed Eren
tighter, and smiled wickedly at him. "Don't move Eren, it's going to hurt. A
lot."
Marco rushed in when he heard Eren screaming, long after his first client had
left. He was rubbing his eyes, curled up on the floor. He doubted that anyone
had come to check on the boy, but they still should have heard him. He grabbed
Eren gently and held him in his arms, thinking it was just the little boy's
reaction to such a violent experience, but when he saw the filmy taint to
Eren's bright eyes, he let out a cry of his own, but far more reserved. He
picked the boy up and carried him out of the room, looking for a nurse who
worked there.
It was just as he thought. Eren would be blind forever, and the Master was
angry, because he'd have to lower Eren's price by at least a fifth of what it
was. Marco was just glad that he didn't kill Eren, for something that was
completely out of his control.
Marco ran his fingers through Eren's hair while he cried. Eren was the youngest
out of the six boys in their home, and Marco was the oldest. These boy's were
his responsibility, and Eren was no different. His client had hurt him, and
Eren was at a very young age, so he could imagine that it was very confusing.
He might not ever be able to have a normal relationship, if he ever escaped the
hell hole. But at the moment, all Marco would do was rock the sobbing little
boy back and forth, whispering soothing words into his ears, and rub his back.
There was nothing that he could really say. It would happen again, and many
more people would hurt him, but Marco was used to picking up the pieces.
Eren was blind, as well as mute, and his price had gone down by 2/5ths, much to
their master's annoyance, but Eren still made the man a lot of money in the
years to come. He was the top earner in their home.
-----Four Years Later-------
Eren Jeager was now thirteen years old, and despite his disabilities, was
considered one of the most beautiful whores in the capital. He was very well
known, and sought after. Much to his master's delight the price on him from
when he was a child had gone up six times.
He had become close with the other boy's in the house, using them for comfort,
as they all did with Marco. The six of them, lived together in one room, only
being let out to eat or when they were being used. Eren had more or less grown
use to the treatment he was dealt, but couldn't help the slight tremor whenever
a customer requested him. He was falling apart at the very seams and he knew
it. It was just going to be one wrong move from someone and he'd go insane. A
panic attack that no one had seen from him since he was nine.
Marco, had grown into a fine young man of nineteen years. He was calm and well
educated, almost like a high born noble. He could even read and write. He
taught the younger boys the best he could, excluding Eren....because he'd have
no use for it. But he still read him stories whenever Eren wanted it.
The other boys in their home were Thomas, Bertholdt, Reiner, and Conie.
Thomas was only a few months younger then Marco, with a calm and serious
disposition. He wasn't very smart, but that didn't mean he was an idiot. He
could cheat his way around his clients like no one's business. It was actually
kind of beautiful to watch. He was also an amazing cook.
Bertholdt was sixteen, he was taken from his village when he was walking home
to get water from a well. He was shy, surprisingly so, because he was the
tallest out of the six of them. He would get embarrassed and flustered about
the smallest things. But that didn't make him a push over. When Conie was being
hurt by a customer after their session, Bertholdt had beaten the living shit
out of him, and they were all sure that the man would never return.
Reiner was also sixteen, and was taken from the same village as Bertholdt. They
had been childhood friends, and were so lucky to be together. They were closer
to each other then they were to the rest, but no one could hold that against
them. But he was also like a big brother to Eren and Conie. They would never
hesitate in coming to him if they needed any help. He was tough looking, but
underneath it all, he was a big softie.
Conie was the last of the boys, only a year older then Eren. He was loud and
funny, and always joked around with the others whenever they were upset. He
never let his own pain and suffering get to him, he refused to let his clients
have the power to make him sad or angry or afraid. But sometimes it'd get to be
to much, and then there would be saint freckles, there to rock the teenager in
his arms, like he had done from the time Conie was five.
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It was a month after Eren had turned thirteen that he heard his master and one
of his clients talking. He felt embarrassed while he picked himself up off the
ground. He shouldn't have been eavesdropping.
"Yeah, well it'll be a real pain in the ass if those Survey Core mother fuckers
learn about us, so you better keep it quiet." His master said. He sighed and
apologized for his rude behavior.
"Oh, no I completely understand. Did you hear about Mile's ring, they busted
him and he lost everything. They took his money and freed his whores, then tied
him up in town square completely naked." The man laughed. "I'd never do that to
you old friend, I've enjoyed your boys for ten years. I'm not giving that up
yet."
The two shared a laugh, while the man paid, and Eren wrapped the blanket around
his shoulders. He smiled brightly. The Survey Core. A new gang that had sprung
up twenty years ago. They were elusive and cunning, always staying one step
ahead of the Military Police. They were like Robin hood, angry about the way
the lower class was treated. They had become the most active during the last
twelve years when the Law of Contribution had been passed.
Children, when not with a parent or adult, would be assumed to be orphans or
abandoned. They were to be taken to the capital where they would be given work,
so they could contribute to the kingdom. But it was all fancy words and names,
so the under ground slave market could continue to thrive.
The Survey Core were heroes. They were amazing. Eren wished with all his might
that they would come for him and the other boys soon. Hadn't they waited long
enough? But he knew he was being selfish. They already had so much work on
their plate. They would come as soon as they had the time, and then Eren and
his family would be safe. They'd maybe take Eren back to his home town and he'd
see his dad, sister, and best friend again. With the other five with him, of
course.
He felt a blush cover his neck and ears. He hugged himself at the warm feeling
the flooded his stomach. He looked up when there was a knock on his door, not
that it mattered. It was Marco, come to collect him, and deal with Eren's
heartache.
He smiled when he saw the normal tears were replaced with a bright smile.
"Well...don't you look happy?"
Eren nodded his head, excited, flapping his arms like wings. The Wings of
Freedom. Marco understood, he laughed lightly and picked Eren up, not wanting
to risk him being in pain from his session. "Did you hear about what they did
to Mile then?" He asked Eren, who nodded and wrapped his arms around Marco.
He couldn't help it, he really couldn't. After a few minutes, the excitement
had warn off and the normal feelings of sadness and fear began to seep in his
mind. He clung onto Marco, and let himself cry. He wanted to slap himself for
being such a baby.
Marco sighed sadly and held on tighter to him. It had been so nice to see him
happy, even for only a few minutes. He walked back to their room and kicked
Conie off the bed. Eren winced, at the pressure on his lower back, but settled
quickly. He could hear Marco's soft whispers, and Conie's fingers running
through his hair. Bert opened their small window, to let in some warmth from
the light. But it's not like it mattered any. He didn't like the dark, but had
become used to it over the years, but he wished that he could see sun light to
cheer him up.
Conie bumped their heads gently together. "Get some sleep. I'll read you a book
when you wake up, does that sound alright?" Conie asked. Eren nodded, and
reached for his brother's hand. He smiled when he felt it slip into his. He
curled up under the blankets and drifted off into uneasy sleep.
--------
He was harshly shaken awake by his master. There was another man who wanted
him. He was grabbed roughly by the arm and pulled quickly down the hall. He
bumped into walls, and vases, but his master didn't care. When they got to the
room, Eren was pushed down on his knees in front of the man who wanted him
badly enough that he had to be ripped from his bed.
"Your Majesty. Thank you very much for coming here. As you requested, our top
earner." His master said very quickly.
"What's wrong with his eyes?" The man asked, with an emotionless voice.
"Ah, yes. Well four years ago, a client grew aggravated with him, not knowing
that he was mute and poured a chemical in his eyes." He felt his master's hand
tighten on his shoulder, clearly telling him that if this important person
left, then he'd be blamed. "But as you can see, they retained their rare
turquoise color. Very beautiful, and he won't be able to insult you. Some men
have even found his disabilities desirable."
"He's fine, get out. I don't want an observer." He ordered, his voice cold,
seemingly angry.
"As you wish, prince Levi." He said, quickly exiting the room.
Eren froze in fear. He had heard of this man. He was the brash, uncaring, foul
mouthed, rude, cruel fifth son of the king. He had heard how he frequently beat
and tormented people in the military. He found it was amusing. He could get
away with murdering Eren in the most brutal way he could imagine and be able to
pay off the master for all the money he would miss without Eren around.
Eren slowly backed away, until his back hit the wall. The sound of leather
boots against the cool tile floor gave him goose flesh. The bells on Levi's
jacket ringed softly, a sure sign that this was the real deal. The prince
crouched down in front of Eren, and slowly placed a hand on Eren's head. He
leaned in close, his lips close to his hair.
"Eren? i need you to listen to me very carefully. Tap my arm once if you
understand." He whispered. He waited patiently for Eren's response. Eren was
confused, but he lightly moved his finger. He swallowed when Levi got closer to
him, wrapping his arms around Eren's waist.
"I'm being watched, please forgive me for invading your space." He whispered.
His voice was so soft that it was hard to hear him. "Now, I'm going to be as
quick as I can. To these people here I am prince Levi, but to you and those
other boys, and all others crushed under oppression I am Captain Levi of the
Survey Corps. Mikasa and Armin joined us a few months ago, and told Commader
Erwin Smith what had happened to you. We tracked you down, and we're going to
save you. But I need you to do something for me to make it easier." He
whispered quickly, his lips brushing against his ear.
Eren felt his heart swell in hope. Mikasa. Armin. They remembered him, and they
were heroes. They had sent this man to save him. He didn't stop to question if
it was a trap, strangely naive for someone who lived a life like his. He nodded
his head rapidly.
Levi steadied his head, annoyed by his excitement. "Good. Alright brat, I need
you to show me where your room is. We can't find it on the maps. Can you do
that Eren?"
Eren nodded and stood up, but Levi pulled him back down, pushing him gently on
the floor. "Remember, I'm being watched. I'm going to come back in six hours,
with five members of my squad, show us your room, and we'll completely destroy
that monster that's been doing this to you for however many years. We'll save
you and your friends."
Eren nodded, he was so excited, so happy, he felt tears running down his face.
He had a wide smile on his face. Levi chuckled and leaned closer. "Now there's
one last thing I want you to do for me Eren." He said, laying on top of him,
causing Eren's heart to beat a little faster. Levi noticed right away. "Shh,
I'm not going to touch you in any way you don't want me to, but like I said,
I'm being watched, I don't want them to be able to hear us, and if they burst
in right now, they won't doubt me." He said, trying to reassure the frightened
child underneath him.
"We're going to make a mess in here, throw some stuff around, and then I'm
going to put fake bruises on you and eye drops to make it look like you were
crying, it'll sting, but not that badly. I want you to scream, the whole time
we're doing this. Scream until you can't anymore. Start right now." He ordered
in a whisper. Levi slammed his hand into the small table in the room, causing
it to fall over. Eren summoned all of the fear he had felt in his life and used
it to project the most horrified scream he could manage. He kept screaming,
banging his fists against the floor.
He could hear Bert and Marco, rushing to the door, they were banging on it, but
the two guards outside were restraining them. They were calling his name. He
felt kind of bad for worrying them, but it'd be okay when they realized what
was happening. Eren screamed again, this time a lot weaker. It went on like
that for about half an hour, until Levi decided that it was a good time to
stop.
He told Eren to sniffle and sound like he was sobbing. He told Eren to take off
his clothes. Levi used a makeup brush to lightly inflict bruises all over his
body, in some places he made them look like hand prints, like on his thighs and
arms. The eye drops made him start crying for real. They hurt. He rubbed his
eyes and looked a Levi, who draped a blanket over his shoulders and started
messing up his hair. He grabbed Eren's lips between two of his fingers and
messed with them until they looked thoroughly kissed.
"Geez kid, you look like I beat the shit out of you." Levi said.
He walked out the door, where Bert and Marco had been bound by the guards. "My
Prince, I hope you didn't kill their top earner."
"I'm not sure." He said, seeming not to care.
Eren could her Marco cursing. Saying words that he never thought the freckled
saint could ever say. He smiled, wrapping the blanket around him.
'It's over.' He thought. 'It's over, and everything is going to be okay.'
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Chapter two, yeah. I tried my hardest, I promise. I'm sorry if it
     jumped around too much for your taste.
     This chapter is going to be shorter then the last one, just a
     warning.
     I'll fixany mistakes tomorrow.
Eren did just what Levi had told him, and made sure that the guards thought he
was a complete mess. He waited until they were gone, before turning to his
brothers with a huge smile. They looked at him with pity, like he had lost his
mind. He ran a finger through one of the smudges with his pinkie and showed
them the make up. He winked, and made a shushing sound, placing his finger
against his lips. Both looked really confused.
Eren shook his head, and started untying his friends. When they were free Marco
grabbed his arms, making sure to avoid the harsh looking bruises. His hands
were hesitant, like he thought he might brake Eren. "Eren...?" He whispered.
"Eren, are you okay. Please tell me that you're okay." His voice was desperate.
Eren nodded, with a huge smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around Marco's
midsection. He felt so many emotions, that he hadn't felt in years. True,
honest, happiness. There was a settling feeling in his stomach, a releasing of
tension he wasn't even aware was there. He nuzzled his head into Marco's chest,
and let out a happy giggle.
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Their master had sent them in their room, but Eren wasn't too worried about it.
He wouldn't let any of the others sleep either. He danced around the room, his
heart fluttering.
"What's gotten into you anyways?" Reiner asked, but not expecting an answer.
Eren smiled in his direction and swung his legs back and forth from the bed.
"Is it something fun?" Conie asked, starting to share his excitement. He
flopped down next to Eren.
Eren nodded, rationalizing fun, with being free. He flapped his arms like
wings, with a smile so big, it looked like it would crack his face in half.
"What about the Survey Core?" Marco asked, leaning down and putting his hands
on Eren's knees.
He just kept flapping his arms around. Marco moved slowly and hugged Eren
tightly. "Did he hurt you? It's alright, whatever he did, you don't need to be
embarrassed." He sounded like he was about to cry.
Eren felt some of the happiness drain out of him. He felt guilty for making his
brother worry. He hugged Marco back and shook his head. He had never been so
upset that he couldn't talk. He nuzzled his nose into Marco's neck. Soft hands
ran up and down his back, telling him that, clearly, Marco didn't believe him.
He was sick of it. He pushed Marco away, far harsher then he intended. He
walked over to the door and walked out. He would hide, until Levi and his squad
came. His heart beat in his chest, hard enough he thought that it was bruising
his ribs. He hid in the shadows, crouched down in the corner.
No one fallowed him, they figured that he needed alone time. Maybe he did.
Every time he heard a noise, he'd perk up, but then was disappointed when no
one was there. As the hours ticked by, he felt like his feelings of hope and
happiness started to disappear. He thought, maybe Levi had been lying to him
for some reason. Maybe he'd been captured.
Eren wrapped his arms around his knees and stared crying. He'd been so happy,
so convinced that he had been saved. He rubbed at his unseeing eyes and cursed
his damned fate. His shoulders shook, and he rocked back and forth. He balled
his hands into fists.
There was a hand on his shoulder. His head snapped up to 'look' at the person,
who was standing right next to him. "Eren?" A harsh voice whispered. He knew
that voice. He reached out and touched the speakers face. He gently ran his
fingers down the man's face, feeling his hands shake, suddenly feeling awful
for doubting him. Levi had come, just like he had promised.
"Hey, brat, we don't have time for this right now. Show us where your room is."
He ordered. Eren nodded.
"Uh, captain, is he really going to be able to-"
"Shut it Kirschtein." Levi snapped, grabbing Eren by the shirt, and shoving him
in front of the group. "Hurry it up Jeager!"
Eren nodded, and started forward, trying his best not to bump into anything,
but it was easier said then done. He ran his hands against the walls and over
the bumps and cracks. He could hear the others fallowing behind him. He grabbed
the door nob, and turned it, and with a big smile on his face, he swung the
door open.
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It all happened so fast. The Survey Core members explained what was happening
to the other boys, and ordered them to be completely silent, while they were
being smuggled out of their own version of hell.
Eren blinked when he felt cold air on his face. It had been so long since he'd
been outside. He didn't have shoes, but he didn't mind the way that his feet
turned icy cold when they were touching pavement, because hell, he was outside!
There was water that came up to his ankles from the gutter. He blocked out the
awful stench of the Western Slums underground district and pretended he was
standing in cleansing rain.
Levi made a disgusted sound and grabbed him around the middle, lifting him off
his feet. "That's fucking disgusting kid." He hissed, tightening his grip,
maybe not aware that he was hurting him.
Eren whimpered, and went completely limp. Submission was always the best course
of action, to avoid further pain. He could almost hear the others cursing Levi
quietly, when someone gently grabbed him away from Levi.
"He's terrified Levi!" The voice of a young woman said, holding him in her own
arms, like a glass doll that might have broken if not handled with the most
careful way.
"He was fine earlier." Levi said, obviously annoyed. He groaned and stomped
away. He grabbed Conie and slung him over his shoulder. "Let's go! We don't
have time for this." He activated his 3DMG and started flying away, with a
screaming bald child, into the distance.
The other members of Levi's squad grabbed the other boys, but with more tact.
They fallowed after their leader, stealthily weaving around the buildings in
town.
The one holding Eren made sure that his head was tucked against her neck. She
was so soft, and she smelled nice. She giggled when Eren hid his face, a light
pink blush on his tan cheeks. "You're very cute, Eren." She said, momentary
holding him closer when she had to make a sharp left turn. He didn't make any
sound, feeling extremely embarrassed.
His stomach dropped when they started free falling. He felt like he wanted to
scream, but he just held on tighter to the woman holding him. In a way, it was
an exciting experience. Maybe this was why the Survey Core was nicknamed The
Wings of Freedom? Because this was the closest human kind would ever get to
flying.
Even though he couldn't see anything, Eren thought that the sight of the
capital must have been very beautiful when whizzing past it, the lights zooming
past. If you ignored the awful things that happened there, then it must have an
amazing place. But he couldn't ignore what was happening, so to him he imagined
it as a mess of decay.
"My name's Petra." The girl said out of the blue, almost like she could sense
his depleting mood. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself sooner." She sounded
a little embarrassed. Eren shook his head, he didn't care. She was kind, and
that's all he needed to know about this Petra.
-----
After being in her arms for around an hour, they came to a sudden stop. She
still didn't put him down though. "We're here, but it's under ground, so it
might be dangerous for you." She poked his nose. "We don't want you to hurt
yourself."
"I-is it over?" Conie asked, sounding sick.
Levi dropped him on his butt, with a roll of his eyes and an aggravated growl.
"Yes brat, now get up off your ass, and get moving!" He snapped, sounding a lot
meaner then when he and Eren had first met.
Eren drew closer to Petra, trying to send signals to her, to keep the angry
captain away from him. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Don't worry about
it, Eren. He's a good man, just a little rough around the edges." Her words
were soft, but Eren wasn't comforted by that thought.
There had been plenty of 'good men who were rough around the edges' that had
come to see him over the years, and they had hurt him worse then most of the
others had. He felt completely idiotic for ever trusting Levi. He had put
himself in a place of vulnerability that could have had momentous consequences
if Levi had gotten angry at him. 'I'm such an idiot.' He thought, clinging
tighter to Petra, who sighed sadly, rubbing his back.
He was silent while the group made it's way into the cave, making twists and
turns, the whole place completely black, even for those who could see. If you
didn't know exactly where you were going, you'd be lost, never to find your way
out. It was dangerous, even for the Survey Core members, normally there would
have torches lining the walls for when a group returned, but no one expected
Squad Levi to return so quickly. They thought there would have been some kind
of fight, from the boys they were saving, the military police, or body guards
hired by the Brothel Master. But they'd be fine, because Levi was leading the
way.
When they found the entrance to the base, Levi opened the door, and waited for
the others to get inside, before closing it behind them. It wasn't anything
fancy, with wooden furniture, and a fire place in the room they were in. "Stay
here." Levi ordered everyone, running up the stairs.
He went straight to Erwin's office, knocking, but not waiting for permission to
enter. The commander looked up at his second in command, with surprise. "Well,
don't you work quickly?" Erwin said, signing a piece of paper, then pushing it
away.
"We recovered the boys, with no problems. We found the Master dead, in the
kitchen of the building, but we chose not to tell them about it, in case they
reacted violently." Levi paused, his aggravation obvious. "As you know,
sometimes hostages grow attached to their captures."
"Like with Mile." Erwin said, remembering the way a young girls had grabbed
Levi by the hair, and smashing his face into a wall. It had been a strange
sight.
"Yes."
"Very well. We'll discuss what we'll have them take a medical exam and decide
do next with the boys in the morning, in the meantime have them taken to their
own rooms. It must have been a long day for them."
Levi nodded, and left, finding the others still waiting by the stairs. "You're
all getting your own rooms, tomorrow you'll talk about what you want to do
next." He snapped his fingers and ordered the six of them to fallow. "The rest
of you, go to your own rooms and rest, I'll deal with the brats."
Levi gave them rooms close to one another, just in case they needed one another
in the middle of the night. They all looked hesitant to trust him, like they
expected him to rip off their clothes and ravage them right there on the floor.
He looked at them all individually, and he knew that their lives had been hell.
"Get some sleep, brats." He said, almost affectingly. "You have a big day
tomorrow." He decided that, maybe it was best to leave them on their own for
awhile, so they could get used to their surroundings. Turning around, he didn't
glance back as he walked away from them. He was sort of hungry anyways.
----
His quest for food was interrupted though, by two people who had become
somewhat of a nuisance to him for the past month and a half. Armin Arlert and
Mikasa Ackerman. "Can I help you?" He asked, feeling every bit of patients
drain out of him, when he saw the angry look in the girl's dark eyes.
"Why haven't you and your squad left yet?!" She asked, her hands balled into
fists.
"Weren't you supposed to leave this morning?" Armin asked, though far more
subdued.
"We did." Levi said, not really in the mood to deal with these stupid little
shits. He just wanted a god damned cup of tea.
"Then where's Eren?!" Mikasa looked like she was about ready to punch him in
the face.
"In no condition to see you at the moment." Levi said, trying to step around
her. But, no luck.
"What does that mean?"
"He's...not going to be the same little boy you knew in your village." Levi
didn't know why he was trying to brake it to them so softly. Maybe it was
because, they really didn't know what Eren had gone through, and knowing would
crush them. "I'll let him tell you about it himself, but right now he needs
rest and quiet. Do him a huge favor, by not wrecking his fragile sense of
safety." He was finally able to push past her.
Armin, however, refused to leave it there. He told Mikasa to let him talk to
Levi. "Sir!" He ran, trying to catch up. "Sir, please. Tell me what happened to
Eren."
"You'll find out when he see Eren next, I'm not going to tell you. Now get
lost! Before I assign you to clean toilets for the rest of the year." He
stalked off, leaving the stunned blond alone in the hall. Anyone who got in his
way, while he was trying to get to the kitchens was glared at until they
stopped talking and left.
-----
He finally found his tea. He sat at a table alone, drinking it, feeling his
anger and frustration ebbing away. But still, he wouldn't be able to escape
reality.
He wasn't looking forward to having to look six children in the eyes and tell
them that they had STI's, which they no doubt had, after spending years being
fucked by sick perverts without protection of any kind. He also wasn't looking
forward to explaining to the younger two, exactly what had been happening to
them. He doubted that anyone in their little hell hole had thought to tell them
about what sex was. Yeah, they thought they knew, but they didn't. Apparently
Erwin had thought it would be good for him, if he became personally involved
with the six brats.
He groaned, and laid his head on the table, telling the world he thought the
whole situation was bullshit. He went to bed, still angry, with his tea
clutched tightly in his hand. He slammed the door to his bed room, because he
could, and put the cup down by his bedside table. He fell into bed and looked
up at the ceiling. "This is fucking bullshit."
***** Chapter 3 *****
It was just as Levi thought it was going to be. He took them in, one at a time,
and let Hanji have their way with the poor kids. They checked every part of
them in a personally invasive exam. He scolded them whenever one of the boy's
would wince, trying to hide the fear in their eyes.
The first was the burly, tough looking guy with blond hair. He pretended
through the whole exam that Hanji's prodding wasn't making his heart beat a
little too fast. But Levi could see what was really going on in his head. The
way his hands tightened against the arm rests, his teeth grinding. Levi rested
a hand on his shoulder when Hanji was getting ready to draw blood. They also
tried to reassure....Reiner, that was his name.
"
Hang in there kid. Hanji's almost done." Levi said, keeping his shoulders
forwards. The kid nodded and kept his own eyes in his lap when Hanji put the
needle in his arm.
"Alright, that'll be all. I'll give Levi the 411 when the results of your blood
test come back."
"How high?" Reiner asked.
'Excuse me?"
"How high of a chance do I have, that I got something?" His voice was oddly
small for someone so big and imposing. He really did just look like a kid.
"Reiner......" Hanji sighed, and they grabbed Reiner's hand in their own. "You
need to think positively. Don't worry about-"
"How high?"
They looked down at the ground sadly. "More then 60%."
Reiner didn't say another word when Levi led him back to his room. He was pale,
but he didn't let any of his real emotions slip. He popped his knuckles and
closed the door, only giving Levi a nod.
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The others reacted differently from boy to boy. Marco cried, but didn't fight.
Bertholdt refused to say a word to Hanji, keeping his eyes on the ceiling,
clenching and unclenching his fists. Conie had told jokes the entire time, but
Levi could still see he was about to cry. Eren's examination on the other
hand...
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Levi led the blind kid in, with a hand between his shoulder blades. He sat him
down into the exam chair, then leaned against the wall. He watched as the boy
squirmed uncomfortably, his lost sense being an obvious disadvantage. Levi
leaned forward, and tried to reassure Eren in the same way that he had Reiner,
but withdrew his hand when the boy flinched at the light brush of his fingers.
"Just relax brat, when we're done here I'll take you to see your sister and
Armin." Levi tried to make his voice sound less gruff then it normally would
have been. He groaned quietly when Eren didn't calm down. He hadn't even
thought that a hand on the shoulder would have been so frightening. He felt
like a jackass, maybe it had been the same for Reiner, who just wouldn't admit
his fear.
Hanji chose that moment to make their entrance. "Hello there Eren, I've heard a
lot about you. It's great to meet you at last." They held out their hand, but
when the seconds ticked by and Eren didn't take Hanji's hand, they nodded and
began the exam.
"Alright Eren, I'm going to need you to take off your shirt, can you please do
that for me?" They asked, sounding very kind.
Eren stiffened and shook his head side to side, his unseeing eyes wide with
panic. He hugged himself, grabbing his sleeves, putting his head in his knees.
"Eren...come on hun." Hanji said, reaching out to touch Eren's messy hair. "Be
a big boy, your brothers went through the whole exam without being like this.
Don't you want them to think you're brave?" They asked. It wasn't like they
were trying to be so patronizing.
Eren kept shaking his head, trying to bat Hanji's hand away. He sounded like he
was crying. He curled up tighter.
"Stop being so difficult." Levi snapped, grabbing Eren's arms, and forcing them
away from his face. Eren cried out and started kicking.
"Levi!" Hanji growled, they grabbed Levi's wrist and glared at him, with real
poison. "Stop treating him like an animal."
"This exam is for his own good, Hanji! Whatever you find could mean the
difference between life and death for him! Sometimes, someones comfort and
happiness need to be ignored, now we'll have to restrain him, so he doesn't
hurt you or himself!" Levi's voice was dangerous. He looked at Hanji, in a way
that said he really did understand, but what he was doing was for the best.
Hanji stood there for a few seconds, their eyes showing genuine pain. They
looked at Eren, who was still struggling in Levi's hands, then nodded, turning
away so they wouldn't have to watch.
 
Levi grabbed both of Eren's wrists and forced each one into a Velcro cuff. The
boy cried and screamed and fought, but his efforts were pathetic to Levi's
military strength. He did the same with the boy's feet, and made sure they were
firmly in place before he grabbed Eren's shirt and started unbuttoning it. He
didn't take it completely off, but it was enough to cause Eren to go into a
wild fit.
Hanji pushed Levi away, and went to his side. "Eren, Eren please. Stop, no one
here is going to hurt you. We only want to help you, but we can only do that if
you calm down." Their words were soothing. They brushed their fingers through
Eren's hair, making soft hushing sounds, while the boy cried. Eventually he did
stop screaming, but tears still ran down his babyish face. "There you go Eren,
that's a good boy." They said.
Hanji went about and did everything they needed to, but waited to do the rectal
exam last, so Eren would be more relaxed. Hanji put their gloves on in silence,
and ordered Levi to moved Eren's legs into a better position, causing the boy
to whine, but already to warn out to fight. "Levi, can you please wait behind
that curtain? I think he's going to want his privacy even more so then the
other five did."
Levi nodded, and went where he was told to go. He sat down and tried not to
listen to the sounds Eren made. He was clearly horrified, but it's not like
Hanji was going to hurt the boy, so he was fine with ignoring it. Well...he
wasn't FINE ignoring Eren's cries, but it wasn't killing him either.
When Hanji was finished, Levi grabbed the trembling boy in his arms. "Do you
still want to see your friends?" He asked. The boy gave no reaction, and kept
his chin resting on his chest, his eyes blank. "I'll tell them you're not
feeling well then." Levi said.
He tucked the boy under his blankets, so he'd have time to rest and recover
from the treatment he felt was an attack. Levi brushed some of the kid's bangs
out of his face. "Sleep well kid, I'll come get you for dinner." And he left
the boy in peace.
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Levi sat with Hanji and Erwin, in the commanders office to discuss what Hanji
had found in their report.
"There's good news and bad news. So, bad news first." They said, popping their
knuckles. "The bad news is, they all have an STI. A very common one, that
flutters throughout that district like wild fire." Then they sighed slightly,
and smiled. "Good news is, it's not terminal and based on what I've seen, none
of them have the harsh symptoms. In the uper levels of the capital, the illness
can be even cured."
"What are the symptoms?" Erwin asked, sounding slightly relieved that the boys
weren't going to die.
"Easily bruised skin, weakened bones (so we'll need to make them drink lots of
milk!), nose bleeds, joint pains, discoloration of hair eyes and teeth, in some
more severe cases loss of hearing has been recorded." They said. "Looking over
them, it doesn't look like their conditions are going to get any worse, but I
can't say for sure if they're still contagious."
Levi balled his hands into fists and stalked out of the room. "I'll go tell
them."
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