Hey everyone! I'd like to just tell you all that this IS my first fanfiction I have ever wrote on this site. I have not wrote a single fanfiction in about 3 years so please take heed when reading this and have mercy on thy soul.. This story will end up being rated M for mature audiences, so take this in mind. There WILL be swearing, profanity, probably some sad backstories, and cute fluffy moments! So, with that in mind, let's get on with the story, shall we?
WARNING: I DO NOT OWN SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN, SADLY, AND THIS STORY HAS YAOI (BOYXBOY) IN IT!

Update 9/15/14: Since there has now been 10 chapters added in total to this story, I look back to this chapter and realize how short and (in my opinion) bad this first chapter is. I refuse to add on to this chapter or change anything about it because in my eyes, it's quite amazing to me to see how much more comfortable with writing I have gotten. This first chapter is stiff, so to any first time readers to this story, I highly recommend you follow me with this journey to see how this ends out. Again, now that I look back; I apologize for the crappy first impressions!

I would like to say that waking up every morning to a loving mother screaming at you to "Wake your lazy ass up before you're late to school" would be a nice thing, but at this point, it surely is not the case.

I groan lazily into my pillow, unwilling to wake from my warm, comfy bed. Yes, it is the end of August, and yes it still very hot outside, but my mother being the hot natured woman she is, likes to keep the house temperature at 65 degrees at all times, fans running, and blinds closed everywhere. It really is sometimes too much, but you get used to it when you live under these conditions for 15 years of your life.

Slowly, I stretch underneath my sheets and slip out, rolling off the bed and on to the floor before sitting up and grabbing a wadded up t-shirt off the floor and smelling it. It smells fine, so it should work, right? I stand up on my two numbed feet and tread over to my closet, taking out a pair of black skinny jeans and slipping on my usual converse before going to the bathroom to do the normal routine. While coming out from the bathroom, I bump into my sister, Mikasa who just gently apologizes and takes my hand, leading me to the front door hurriedly.

"We can't keep being late like this, especially in the beginning of the school year because you can't wake up like a normal person in the mornings, Eren." Her metallic eyes flicker up to mine as she leads me to the front door. A blast of warm air hits my face as she swings it open, making sure to double check behind to make sure we have everything.

"Bye, mom!" We say in unison as our mother shoos us out the door, telling us not to let all the cold air out.

I roll my eyes as Mikasa and I step down the front doorsteps, only to be greeted by a worrying blonde who is moving around in the "I-need-to-pee" dance. He sighs in relief as we step out and quickly walks to us, "You guys are so slow, we're going to be late if we don't hurry, come on!" I roll my eyes, but willingly follow to their quick pace down the street. Luckily for us, we don't live but a couple of blocks from the highschool. During this time, I usually am dead tired, sluggishly moping around the sidewalk to school, but this time I feel a little bit more refreshed for some reason. The shorter blonde male that we know as Armin, chatters in a higher pitched tone of voice than most boys, giving him that final touch of femininity.

"So, Eren, when are you going to invite the group out this weekend?" The blonde looks up at me, his big blue eyes shining with its normal brightness. I always wondered how he and Mikasa could wake up so damn early in the morning and always seem energetic like that. Well, Mikasa not being so energetic, but you get my point.

"I'm not so sure, maybe around noon on Saturday would be a good time. We all can go eat lunch then the group can decide where to go after that." I have no clue why he always asks for specifics so far ahead. I guess it's actually better to plan far ahead, but I usually just go with the flow and plan things as time passes on the spot, it's gotten me by just fine so far.

The walk to school was short with the small talk that happened between us. It was mainly Armin and I, but Mikasa has never been the very talkative type anyways. She usually only pitches in to get on to me about "Being stupid" or to "Quit cursing".

Trost High School has always been my favorite school, being that the dress code is not very strict and the people there are generally nice, unlike the private schools Mikasa and I used to attend. Being with the friends that Mikasa, Armin, and I are friends with gives us a big ability of not being picked on and bullied, counting that we get along with most everyone. This, I am truly grateful for, because in the past, I have not been to kindly to those who bully me or my group of friends. Also, being a sophomore in high school means first of all: you know the school, and knowing the school gives you special privileges. Don't ask me how, but it just does.

First period, luckily is one that I actually enjoy, something that doesn't require much effort, and something that the teacher gives absolutely not a single fuck about; Chemistry. Professor Dolan gives out an occasional assignment, but most of the time he ends up rambling about something through the whole class period and gives everyone an 100 for the day. I know a couple of people in this class, luckily there being no seating chart and us being able to group together. The four people that consist in this class that I like/know are: Jean, Marco, Mikasa, and Sasha.

Jean is a stupid horseface asshat that somehow him and I are grouped together as friends, just because I like his friends and he is madly in love with my sister, Mikasa.

Marco is Jeans best friend, who I swear they act like the biggest gay-bags of the century. But, I very much enjoy Marco's presence, he's just a big freckled Jesus sweetheart. Ew, did I just say sweetheart? The gay is rubbing off on me, I swear.

Sasha, she just loves food. Her main goal in life is to eat food, and surprisingly, she isn't fat, at all. If anything, I think of her as a very fit and very pretty individual. And I say that in the least flirty way possible.

After class is over, everyone leaves and I begin to calmly go throughout a normal day of school.

Lunch rolls around in between 5th period as a break and naturally, a big hoard of my friends actually are in this class period. We all walk together, me usually skipping lunch and Mikasa force feeding me something every day. As I step outside to the large picnic table my friends and I sit at, I sit down towards the end of the table, my usual spot and the table soon fills up, a loud round-a-bout of meaningless chatter echoing around. The people I sit closest to are Mikasa, Armin, Petra, Jean, and Marco. There are more people there, quite a bit more actually, but I usually don't talk to them because of a certain aura I recieve when I look down there.

You may be wondering what this aura I receive is, and I must say it's quite the scary one. Piercing silver eyes always end up meeting mine, and a scowl always is presented on this awkwardly attractive face. This certain aura comes from none other than Levi Ackerman. Now to tell you in the honest truth, this male looks like a stereotypical "emo" kid, and for some odd reason, he is the most popular guy in the whole school. I never understood why, every girl had a crush on him, he always had a scowl on his face, he was unreadable, and the aura he gave off made you feel like you were 10 inches tall. This actually being amazing because of how short this guy was. I remember how when I first came to this school last year, he was a grade above me and had to take the required gym session for a year and when it came time for us to get weighed and measured, everyone laughed just about at how he was only 5'3. I, finding it quite rude of everyone to laugh at him, ignored it, and snapped at them when Levi wasn't looking and told them off about how immature they were.

I guess he must have overheard me doing this back then, because ever since then, he looked like he absolutely despised me. He must have not liked anyone sticking up for him, or maybe he just didn't like me. Honestly, I couldn't care less, because he seemed very snappy to even his friends also and I'm pretty sure my temper wouldn't be able to handle that. Though, for some odd reason, one of my very good friends, Petra, seemed to have the greatest crush on him. Everyone knew about it, except Levi. She made sure to act completely normal around him, and everyone made sure to swear to secrecy once it got out around our group of friends.

I, for one, couldn't care if she liked him. I just would hate it if they ended up going out and he ended up breaking her heart. She won't listen to my warnings though, she seems pretty dead set on saying he's actually a nice guy, which I can't very much agree on from all I've seen.

After I get my daily force feeding from Mikasa, I usually end up standing, having to move around throughout the period. Sometimes I feel like I'm a little ADHD when I do this, but it helps get out the energy needing to be worked out from having to sit down in class all day. Surprisingly, Jean gets up from his seat and starts to push me around teasingly until we end up wrestling on the grass, rolling around and laughing in a nonsensical manner. After a bit of us fighting, I feel a hard kick land on my side and I look up, a pained expression on my face only to see those silver eyes piercing down at me and Jean.

"What the hell are you shitty brats doing rolling around on the damn ground like idiots. You almost made me spill my drink on you two shits." His eyes glare down mainly at me as Jean apologizes and stands up hurriedly, begrudgingly sitting back down beside Marco. I'm left laying there, getting looked down on by this stupidly hot guy.

I stand up immediately, my height towering over this man, but yet again his silver eyes piercing right through me and making me feel like an ant. "I'm sorry your highness, I never knew you owned the whole place." I took a small bow, smirking a bit as I do so in a mocking manner, but as I straightened back up to look at him, his whole demeanor changed. His free hand was on his hip, his eyebrow was raised, and his lips...God those lips had a smirk right on them. My eyes widened as I looked at him, glancing back at our group of friends, staring shocked at us both.

"You're quite forgiven, shitty brat," he simply replied. My eyebrows furrowed at his sarcastic comeback and I rolled my eyes, trying to blow it off as I sat back down beside Mikasa who was staring daggers at Levi who just played an amused smirk on his face. As I sat down, Petra leaned over to me and whispered, "What was that all about? I've never seen Levi actually smile at someone like that." I sighed in annoyance, now starting to feel that kick hurt in my side, it will definitely bruise. "I have no fucking clue, maybe he's a sadist and likes to kick others." The bell immediately rings after I reply, and I sorely stand up, letting out a pained sigh to myself, walking back to class in a bad mood while everyone else chatters away happily.

In 8th period, the last one of the day, I decide to ask to use the restroom to get out and check on my bruising side. The teacher nods silently to me when I ask and I gladly take the pass, walking down the long hallway to the restroom. The hallway is silent for the most part, other than that one classroom you always see that everyone is loud and having a good time. As I near the restroom, I hear a melodic voice getting louder and louder. I roll my eyes, figuring it's coming from the girls restroom, it's far too graceful and melodic to be a guys voice.

I said that to myself with such confidence, too.

As I walk through the guys restroom, I stop immediately, seeing that familiar raven hair, the undercut, the pale skin, those perfect lips moving softly.

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you-

The singing stopped when I accidentally gasped at the site. Oh shit.

Piercing silver eyes meet with mine as I cough a bit awkwardly, amazed at how well the other could sing, yet scared shitless. I watch as the other male takes out the one ear-bud that was in and puts it away, walking over to me as I shake, slightly scared, but still holding my ground.

"What the fuck are you doing here shitty brat?" His voice was cold, and his eyes were glaring straight at me. He puts his headphones away in his pocket as he looks up at me, nearing closer to me and urging me to answer quickly. "You look constipated, do you have to shit or something?"

Blank. That's all my mind was after he said such a straight-forward thing. I shake my head no and slowly scoot away, nearing the sinks where the other male previously was. "I was coming to check out the damn bruise you gave me when you kicked me earlier, ass." I look at myself in the mirror and see the other man standing off to the side, slightly behind me and staring straight at me through the reflection. I sigh and lift up my shirt a bit, wincing whenever I lift my arms and turning to the side to see a blue and purple bruise at my side. I hear the other man grunt and look away with a scowl on his face. "Watch where you're stripping, brat."

I slowly move my shirt back down, turning to face the shorter male, not even apologizing. "Whatever, your fault, Levi." I say his name with a slight spiteful voice and go back to face the mirror, frowning at my tussled hair and just my face in general. I wasn't ugly, not at all, but whenever I'm upset I just look like I haven't slept in a whole week.

"Hey, brat, did you uh..hear me earlier..?" I peek at him through the mirror and see his slightly changed expression, his eyes looked a little worried and his mouth wasn't a complete frown this time. "Yeah, why? You sang good, I thought it was a girl singing in the other bathroom because of how smooth it sounded actually." I let my words slip out on accident and mentally punch myself for saying such a thing out-loud.

"Great, so I sound like a girl, Jaeger?" His facial expression changed to an annoyed one immediately and he crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. I sigh, knowing I worded that wrong and immediately turn to him, having not noticed how close he was standing, I gently brushed up against him, this startling me and making me step back quickly. "Ah, sorry, didn't know you were right there, but to put it honestly, no, I don't think you sound like a girl in terms of pitch. I thought it was some deeper voiced girl whom was an alto. If you're worried about me saying you sound like a girl, don't be, because you really don't, your voice is just very smooth, especially for a HIM song." I shrug nonchalantly, checking my phone for the time; 3:13, two more minutes..

I look back up to Levi to see his expression changed once again. Now it was much softer, still annoyed looking as always, but much better than before. "Surprised you know that band, brat, but I know you weren't saying I sounded like a girl; I just wanted to see you shit your pants over trying to make a point to me." I frowned at him and sighed, a feeling of relief washing over me at his words. Other than him kicking me and having a bad potty mouth, this guy wasn't too bad as I thought. He had a quite funny sarcastic side and didn't mind holding up a conversation.

After examining my bruise further, I sigh heavily and we begin to say our goodbyes and right as we exit, the bell to leave school rings. Leaving us having to walk together to get out. As we walk down the hallway, girls squealed and tried to get Levi's attention, him just nodding to them and brushing them off. I ignore the annoying women with a low grunt to myself, this guy really was too popular for his own good. What was it that the girls absolutely adored about this asshole? He was good looking, could sing, and had a sarcastic humor. Okay, I mean those are all attractive qualities in someone, at-least for me, but he was a complete dick head. He kicked me on our first encounter and made me feel like a fool.

He definitely was not worth my time. Never in a million years would I want to be friends with a guy like him. He's too...too...Levi. That made no sense but I don't care, Levi is Levi. As I walk towards the exit, I hiss a bit inwardly, trying to pull on the heavy door to open it with the bruise on my side. Suddenly, I feel something lightly push my arm back down and I see Levi open up the door for me, holding it open with a scowl on his face as we get slightly crowded around by eager teenagers to get out the door and leave school. I lightly smile at him and mouth a silent "Thank you" and walk out the door into the comfy late August temperature. In a couple of seconds, I turn around, waiting on Levi to catch up a bit. "Thank you," I say out-loud this time to him. "You're welcome.."

I feel a heat rising to my cheeks as he says those words, not even knowing why, but I just look away, hiding my reddening face. As we walk down the covered walkway, I see Mikasa and Armin standing at the end, not noticing us right away. I look to Levi who just keeps walking beside me, a little closer than I would have expected, too. As we get to my two friends, I see Armin notice us with a slightly worried look on his face. Mikasa immediately notices Armin and turns around, looking down at the short male beside me and immediately glaring at him with hatred.

"Hey guys, you ready to go?" I ignore their looks, not wanting to make it even more awkward for us. Levi just shrugs and gets called over by his normal group of friends, whom consisted of; Erwin, a tall blonde guy who was in Levi's grade, Petra, Hanji, who was bat shit crazy, but in a good way, Oluo, who had a tendency to bite his tongue, and a couple of others who appeared to be seniors. I say goodbye in a soft voice, slightly shy for having walking with him. He just nods and walks over to his friends.

"Why the heck were you talking to that guy, Eren?" Mikasa immediately started to stare at me, crossing her arms and looking pissed off. I sigh and scratch the back of my head hesitantly, "We kinda ran into each other in the restroom last period and the bell rang and we ended up walking with each other." I left out any details to my reply, not wanting to sell out that I caught Levi singing in the restroom. Mikasa just narrowed her eyes at me and Armin just silently nodded, understanding that I didn't want to mention any more than that. Thankfully, Armin being such a great, wonderful friend, distracted Mikasa by asking if our mother would be okay if he hung out with us after school a while today.

Mikasa and I just simply replied to Armin that he is always welcome to our home and he just smiled happily, hugging the both of us lightly. I just smiled at him, hugging back as we began to walk home.

I'm gonna need to get some ice when I get home, that's all I can think about. That, and the bitter asshole that I somehow can't get out of my mind.

LE GASP. I'm so tired of writing now, god it's 3:00AM. I haven't written fanfiction in soooo long and like I've spent about 4 hours now writing this chapter. I felt like my brain like broke down after the first few paragraphs. I'm so sorry if this isn't that great of a story, just understand that I haven't wrote anything other than the occasional essay for English in school, which ISN'T anything related to fanfiction or fiction. Thankyou for reading though and I hope you stick with me on this little adventure~.

Song: HIM-Funeral of Hearts

Credit: Thanks to my friend Nick who read through this piece and pointed out some of the grammatical errors and helped me word some things better!