The world changed when he moved in.
I Heard the Call
Strange sounds coming from outside the window woke Liam from his dream before his alarm clock got the chance to. Groaning tiredly, he sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Liam checked the time on his clock- 5:23 AM. Way too early for a weekend to start, but Liam was awake, so he thought he might as well go out and see what was going on outside. After pulling on a pair of baggy blue jeans, a faded gray t-shirt and red converse, Liam went down the carpeted stairs and opened the front door of his house. To his right, he noticed what looked like a moving truck parked outside of his neighbor's house. Workers were carrying furniture and large boxes into the house as the new neighbors told them where to put everything. The new folks consisted of a husband and wife, who looked to be in their late forties, and a son, who seemed to be about Liam's age. The teen looked remarkably like his mother; they had the same wavy, golden hair and piercing blue eyes. The father, on the other hand, had black hair and green eyes.
Liam couldn't help but stare at the blonde boy's muscular physique; toned abs showing through a tight-fitting white shirt, strong arms effortlessly carrying a large box resting on his chest. Written in black Sharpie on one side of the box was “Call's stuff: DO NOT TOUCH”.
“Call, huh?” Liam mused aloud to himself, “Interesting name.” Deciding to pay his new neighbors a visit, Liam headed next door. It didn't take him long to reach the other house, but he noticed that as he walked, he was unconsciously smoothing out his hair and clothes to make himself presentable for Call. The thought caused an unruly blush to spread across his tan face. “I'm not gay,” he thought to himself, “So why do I feel like this?”
Once he was sure the blush had faded from his cheeks, Liam made himself known to the new family. Clearing his throat, he began to introduce himself.
“Good morning,” he began, “I'm Liam. I live next door.”
Three heads turned to look at him in the middle of unpacking boxes. The first to speak was the wife.
“Hello, Liam,” she greeted, “My name is Ailsa. It's nice to know we have such a friendly neighbor, especially one so close to my son's age.”
Liam noticed that the woman spoke with a faint Scottish accent, which fit with her fair looks. Strolling towards Liam was the husband, who stood next to Ailsa and put his arm around her waist.
“Morning,” he said, “I'm Jack. I see you've met my wife.” The man paused, scratching his chin, “Say, you're a strong young man,” he pointed out, “You wouldn't mind helping us unpack, would you?”
Liam's hazel eyes widened. They wanted him to help them move in? Realizing that this could mean time with Call, Liam nodded, accepting the offer.
“Sure, I'll help.” he said. Jack smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.
“Good lad,” he praised, slapping Liam on the back. He turned around and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Call!” he cried, “Come here, would you?” In response to his father's request, Call poked his fair head through the upstairs window.
“I'll be down in a sec!” he shouted back. Liam realized that both Call and his father spoke with an American accent like himself, unlike Ailsa's European tounge.
In a few short minutes, Call appeared in front of his parents.
“Call, this is Liam,” Ailsa introduced, “He's going to help unpack. Would you help him, love?”
Call eyed Liam like a vulture examining its prey. Noticing Call's peircing stare, Liam shifted his feet nervously.
“Alright, I'll help.” he agreed. His parents smiled and walked away, leaving the two boys alone.
Call wrapped his arm around Liam's waist, pulling him towards the moving truck. Liam felt warmth and electricity flow through his body at Call's touch. It was like magic, the way his toned arm felt pressed against Liam's back. Shaking his head clear of his strange fantasies, Liam focused himself on the task at hand.
“Alright,” Call started, handing Liam a heavy cardboard box, “Since there's only a few more boxes left, you can take care of those. After that, there's the piano. Since Mom and Dad have been working their asses off, I thought you and I could carry it into the living room ourselves. Kapeesh?”
Liam nodded, sending a wisp of ash-brown hair falling onto his face.
“Got it.” he agreed. Before walking to the house, he blew the wisp of hair back into place. Call picked up a box and followed suit. Liam followed Call upstairs and dropped the box next to where Call dropped his. Call wiped the sweat from his brow with his shirt, revealng a sweaty, muscular chest. Liam couldn't help but stare, which caught the blonde boy's attention.
“Take a picture,” he interrupted, “It lasts longer.” Liam felt the blush return to his face at Call's comment. He looked away, embarrassed.
“Sorry,” he muttered, “I don't know what came over me...” Liam saw Call's expression turn grim before it was quickly relpaced with one of nonchalance.
“No problem,” he replied, “These things happen.”
Liam could have sworn he heard Call mutter something like, “it's time” under his breath, but he decided not to ask. Distracting him from his thoughts, Call clapped his hands.
“Earth to Liam!” he teased, a bright grin on his face, “Let's get going, there's still the piano left.” At that, Call wandered back downstairs and outside. Liam ran to catch up with him and followed him to the truck. Once the two boys were standing inside the moving truck, Call pulled back an off-white curtain to reveal a glossy black piano.
“Now,” Call began, “You take one end, I'll take the other.” The blonde went over to the side of the piano with the keys, and Liam took the other side.
“On three,” instructed Call, “One, two, three!” Using their combined strength, both teens lifted up the heavy piano and began to carefully take it into the house. Liam's arms were aching and his hands hurt where he was holding the piano, but he didn't want to show weakness in front of Call. “Oh, great,” Liam thought, “More gay thoughts.”
After what seemed like hours, they finall made it to the living room. With a sigh of relief from both of them, the boys carefully set the piano down onto the hardwood floor. Call pulled up a chair and sat in front of the piano, his long fingers gently brushing against the ivory keys. Without a word, he began to play. The song was enchanting, like something only heard in a dream. Liam sat on the floor next to the young pianist and closed his eyes, taking in every note. A small smile tugged at the corners of Call's lips when he noticed Liam's peaceful expression. With a strange feeling burning in his chest, Call changed the tune of his made-up song. The new version sounded more wistful; longing, even. As he played, Call's blonde eyebrows furrowed with concentration and emotion. Before he knew it, hot tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes. Liam opened his eyes when he heard a soft whimpering noise coming from Call's throat. The brown-haired boy stood up and gently touched Call's shoulder. The other boy shuddered at Liam's touch and pulled away.
“What's wrong?” Liam asked, worry audible in his voice, “It's okay; you can tell me.”
Call stopped playing and rested his head in his hands, wiping away tears with his palms.
“I can't tell you,” he argued, choking up, “I can't.” Liam sat next to Call on the piano seat and eyed the blonde boy with concern.
“Why not? It can't be that bad, can it?” he asked. Call looked up and stared into Liam's warm hazel eyes with his own icy blue ones.
“If I told you, you'd think i'm crazy.” Call admitted. Liam chuckled.
“If you are crazy, then we'll be crazy together,” he assured him, “I'm as crazy as they come, after all.”
Liam's comment made Call laugh a little, which in turn made Liam smile.
“Fine; I might as well get it off my chest.” Call said, sighing. He nervously ran his fingers through his curly golden hair before beginning his story.
“When my dad met my mom, he didn't know she was a siren-” Liam cut him off.
“Wait- a siren? Like, luring sailors to their deaths with their beauty and enchanting singing voice? That siren??”
Call chuckled dryly.
“Yeah, that siren.” he answered, “Anyways, my mom wasn't the type to use men for fun and games, like the sirens in the old stories and legends. She genuinely loved my dad, so when he asked her to marry him, she wasn't afraid to say yes. So, long story short, they got married, moved in together, and had me. Since I'm half-siren, I still have the ability to attract people to me, as you've noticed.”
Liam blushed again, but he maintained eye-contact with Call this time.
“But, on the downside, I'm literally a mistake.”
“What?!” Liam cried, his eyes widening in surprise, “You're not a mistake! Don't say that!”
Call sighed and shook his head impatiently.
“Have you ever noticed that there aren't any stories about male sirens?” he asked. Liam nodded, curious. “That's because they're not supposed to happen. In ancient times, sailors were all men -straight men-, so there was no need for a male siren. Therefore, the females simply killed off any offspring that was born male. Unfortunately for my mom, the tribe she belonged to still believed in that old tradition.So my parents came to the US and my mom moved in with my dad in his house in Chicago. But now that I'm eighteen, my parents are afraid that the tribe members will want me dead ASAP and try to find me. So now I live here, next door to you.”
Liam stared blankly at Call, his mind at a loss for words.
“Oh,” was all he could manage to say. Call stifled a laugh.
“Nice, man,” he teased, “Way to make a fool of yourself. So, do you think I'm crazy?”
“No, I honestly don't.” Liam answered, “If you were crazy, the story probably wouldn't be so elaborate. Trust me, I've met a few crazy people in my life, and you're definitely not crazy.”
“Well, that's reassuring.” Call said. Leaning his back against the piano, Call looked up at the cream-colored popcorn ceiling of his new house.
“Hey,” Liam began, turning to Call, “You wanna come over for dinner tonight? My parents are out of town, so we can do whatever we want.”
Call looked at Liam with wide blue eyes.
“Wow, you're easy,” he laughed, “You just find out I'm a siren, and now you're asking me on a date? Slow down, Romeo!” Liam's blush returned once more.
“So, that's a no?” he asked, ignoring Call's comment about it being a date.
“No,” Call countered, “It's an of course.”
The moment we warped into the castle, I felt every pair of eyes glaring at me from above. I was the new kid; the thirteenth member of Organization 13. I could hardly move; whether I was frozen with fear or just frozen I couldn't tell. Xemnas cleared his throat before speaking to the other members. I wasn't really paying attention to his speech, much less anything around me in general. It was strange. I was conscious, that much I knew, but I felt like I was in a dream all the same. When I moved, it was like moving through muddy water; slow and thick.
A cold, gloved hand on my shoulder shook me out of my reverie.
“I present to you the thirteenth member of the Organization: Valix!” exclaimed Xemnas.
Whispers were exchanged between the Organization members upon hearing my name. Some were wondering if I were a boy or a girl, which made me giggle inside. Even with the hood covering my face, I doubted they wouldn't have noticed my breasts.
I felt Xemnas warp to his chair, so I thought it best to do the same. I copied his movements and found myself seated in my own spot, which was unfortunately close to an intimidating-looking man with an eye patch and black hair with streaks of silver. On my other side sat a red-haired boy with marks under his eyes. He looked to be in his late teens, which gave me a little comfort. At sixteen years old, I expected to be one of the youngest members. Turns out I was right. Luckily, there were still some members in my age group, so I wasn't quite alone.
“Hey, new kid!”
That energetic, playful voice caught my attention. It was the red-haired boy; he was smiling at me.
“The name's Axel; got it memorized?” he said to me. All I could do was nod and smile back at him; I was still in my dream-state. A sigh escaped Axel's lips when he realized I couldn't do much yet.
“Ah, I see,” he started, “It's alright. Everyone's like that when they first join. Sucks, huh?”
I nodded again, this time with a small, “Yeah” afterward.
Axel grinned wider.
“You recover much faster than I expected, new kid!” he complemented, clapping his hands.
I laughed, a bright red blush spreading across my face. I could tell that Axel could see my blush; he was laughing as well.
“Now that's talent!” he chuckled, clutching his side.
After a while, Axel regained his composure.
“Y'know, I have a feeling you're gonna fit right in, new kid,” he told me.
“Really?” I asked, “What makes you think that?”
Axel just smiled.
“Sometimes you don't have to know a lot about something to know where it belongs,” he explained, “Like if you find a lost cat wandering around. You know it has an owner because you can see its collar, but you don't know what its name is, what type of cat it is, and things like that. Despite not knowing all that, you still know that it belongs at home with its owner; not on the streets,”
I took a moment to let Axel's words sink in.
“So I'm a lost cat?” I asked.
Axel gave a light chuckle. “In a way, yes. But it's just a comparison,”
The man with the eye patch cleared his throat, attracting our attention.
“Boss says it's lights out,” he told us.
I looked around and noticed that he, Axel and I were the only ones left in the room.
I let out a loud yawn, realizing how tired I was.
“Well, goodnight, Axel,” I called.
“Goodnight, kitten,” he replied. Axel proceeded to use his hands to make cat ears on his head and meow at me before warping to his room.
Just then, I realized that he would never let me live this one down; that I would be “Kitten” for a very long time. And I didn't mind at all.
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Eren sat in his cell, feeling warm tears roll down his bruised and bloodied cheeks. Captain Levi was gone, and it was all his fault. The guilt ate at him like termites on wood.
He wasn't quick enough; by the time Eren had made it to the scene, Captain Levi was bleeding out on the grass. He had been caught by a 20-meter Titan, but had managed to escape. Before he'd made it out, though, the Titan had bitten into his torso, crushing his ribs and organs. With the last of his strength, Levi threw his blades into the Titan's large eyes. Blinded and in pain, the Titan opened its mouth to let out a scream, freeing Levi. The Captain fell to the ground a few feet from the Titan, and managed to move out of the way before it could step on him. To Levi's surprise, the Titan suddenly collapsed to the ground in front of him. Eren, in his Titan form, had knocked out the 20-meter class with one punch to the face. Levi could see the rage in Eren's electric-green eyes, but he also saw something he'd never seen before until now- awareness. Eren was trying his hardest to keep control of his Titan form; he didn't want to hurt Levi accidentally. Levi smiled weakly as Eren strided toward him. Eren gingerly picked up Levi by the hood of his cape and set him down on the palm of his right hand. The Titan-shifter ran as fast as he could to the large cavern where the rest of the Survey Corps was camping out for the night. When they arrived, Eren set Levi onto the ground in front of a screaming Hange. Aside from her elation (and fascination) that Eren was finally controlling himself for a long period of time, she screamed when she saw the state Levi was in. With a quick “thank you” to Eren, Hange rushed Levi to the infirmary tent. As he watched Hange carry the now unconscious Levi farther into the dark cave, Eren felt himself being ripped out of his Titan body by small, shaking hands. Armin.
--Four hours later--
As his vision cleared, Eren realized that he was in the infirmary tent. It was roughly the size of a small barn, but it felt much smaller on the inside. The once crisp, white sheets of fabric that served as the tent walls had been stained with dirt and blood over the years, making them resemble a morbid Jackson Pollack painting. Around Eren were what looked like dozens of cots. Most of them were occupied by the injured or dying. Levi. Remembering the Captain, Eren scanned the room for him. When he didn't see him, Eren quickly sat up to go search for Levi but someone pushed him back down.
“Woah, Eren! Slow down!” warned Armin, “You haven't fully recovered yet; you need to take things slow for now,” The blonde boy grabbed a wet cloth and put it on Eren's forehead. Eren turned to face Armin, concern in his wide, turquoise eyes.
“Levi,” he choked, his voice small and raspy. Tears welled up in the corners of Armin's eyes.
“I'm so sorry,” he sobbed, burying his face into Eren's chest, “We did everything we could, Hange and I. We couldn't stop the bleeding... his internal organs were ruptured beyond repair...” Armin choked between sobs while muttering things like, “So sorry, Eren” and “I'm useless”.
“No,” Eren breathed, “Levi is Humanity's Strongest, right? He can't die; not yet,” Eren felt a slender hand on his shoulder.
“Captain Levi was strong til the very end,” Mikasa told her adoptive brother, “He died a hero,”
The Asian girl wrapped her strong arms around Eren's waist, holding him close. She could feel his body shaking as he tried to hold back a scream that was welling up in his throat.
“It's okay, Eren,” she soothed, “You can let it out now,”
With little hesitation, Eren opened his mouth and let out an ear-piercing wail. It was built up of all the emotions he had kept buried deep within his heart for the last five years. Eren's body was a volcano that had been dormant for a long time, and after years of magma accumulating inside, the hard stone walls had finally collapsed from the pressure. Mikasa rubbed Eren's back like a mother calming her child, while Armin held on tightly to Eren's hand. Eren felt so weak, and he hated it. He could imagine Levi saying to him, “Get a hold of yourself, Jaeger!”. Oh, how he wished Levi would appear and order him to get it together! But Captain Levi was in another tent, with the rest of the ones who didn't make it. Without warning, Eren stood up on shaking legs.
“I'm going to go see Captain Levi- one last time,” he announced. Eren's childhood friends were worried about him, but they agreed to let him go, with Hange's supervision.
Hange led Eren to the tent where they stored the bodies. She pushed open the fabric of the tent, and their noses were immediately overwhelmed by the smell of decay. Resisting the urge to throw up, Eren followed a seemingly unbothered Hange to a long wooden folding table. On the table was a body, covered by a white sheet of fabric. The body looked to be about five feet, three inches tall.
Hange stood over the table, one hand grabbing a corner of the fabric. “Are you sure about this, Eren?” she asked the teen. Eren gave a small nod of approval, signaling Hange to lift the fabric. When the sheet was lifted, a silent gasp escaped Eren's lips. There lay Captain Levi; a bloody mess. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his torso, but the blood still managed to seep through. Levi's already dark, sleep-deprived eyes were even darker; his once smooth black hair was tangled and bloodstained; his pale skin now a shade of gray. Eren felt bile rising up in his throat, but he forced it back down. He had hoped that he would never get to see Levi like this as long as he lived. Eren had secret plans and dreams in his head about after the Titans were all gone, he and Levi would finally be together with nothing to keep them apart. Those dreams were shattered the moment Eren lay eyes on what was left of Levi- his Levi.
Hot, stinging tears cascaded down Eren's dirt-covered face, leaving pale streaks as they fell. In an instant, Hange was beside him, embracing Eren in a bone-crushing bear-hug.
“I know, Eren. I know,” she whispered, patting his head, “Captain Levi died for humanity's sake. Always remember that,” Eren muttered an “Mm-hm” in response.
A knock on one of the wooden support beams of the tent caused both heads to turn. Commander Erwin stood at the makeshift tent door, his face grim.
“It's time to head back,” he told them. He turned to Hange with furrowed eyebrows. “We lost two of our carts in the attack, and there's not enough space to fit the bodies in the one remaining cart. I'm afraid we'll have to leave them behind,” Erwin's gaze traveled to Levi's body, and he visibly winced.
After one last glance back at Levi, Eren left the tent along with Erwin and Hange. As he passed by Erwin to go see Armin and Mikasa, the Commander stopped him. “Eren, I want you to know that when we get back, you're going to be tried again in court. If I could, I wouldn't let them do it, but the Military Police have ordered that you be tried for murder and assisting the enemy. I know it's ridiculous, but I'm in no position to argue with the MP's. I truly am sorry, Eren. I wish I could do more to help you,”
Shocked and afraid, Eren ran towards the infirmary tent to warn his friends.
--At the trial--
“...Eren Jaeger has been accused of murder and treason.” finished Judge Zackly after a long speech explaining why Eren should be given the Death Penalty for “killing hundereds of men and women whilst in Titan form, including the murder of Captain Levi Ackerman.” Eren knew, or at least he thought, that he hadn't killed anyone, aside from Mikasa's kidnappers that he had killed when he was nine years old. Maybe he wasn't as in control of his Titan form as he had thought...
All Eren knew for sure was that he did not kill Captain Levi. He held on to that truth as the trial went on, while mentally praying that they'd let him live. After a while, Eren had tuned out the chatter around him. He was alone with his thoughts until the judge banged the gavel harshly, startling Eren.
“It is hereby noted that Eren Jaeger has been sentenced to death and will be excecuted tomorrow at noon. Dismissed.”
Eren sat in his cell, feeling warm tears roll down his bruised and bloodied cheeks. Captain Levi was gone, and it was all his fault. The guilt ate at him like termites on wood.
Eren was to be excecuted today. He stared anxiously through the cell bars at the heavy wooden door of the prison- at any moment, an MP would open the cell door and take him away. Eren wanted to be ready when it happened.
As if on cue, the door swung open. Standing there was a burly, bearded MP member. In his right hand he held a pair of handcuffs.
“Time to go, kid,” he announced, unlocking the door of Eren's cell. The MP fastened the cuffs tightly around Eren's wrists and practically dragged him to the excecution chamber. Sweat dripped down Eren's face and stung his turquoise eyes as they positioned his neck under the large guillotine in the center of the dark, damp room. He squeezed his eyes shut when he heard the ropes break, releasing the blade. In the nape of his neck, Eren felt a sharp sting as the blade sliced through his flesh.
That was the last thing he felt for a long, long time.
--1,166 years later (2016)--
Bee-beep, bee-beep, bee-beep! Eren groaned tiredly as he slammed his fist on the alarm clock, stopping the annoying beeping noises from sounding. The clock read 6:00 A.M, which meant it was the first day of finals. And it started on a Monday. Almost every high school kid Eren knew hated Mondays. Except for Armin, of course. Eren's best friend was the poster-child for high school nerds everywhere. Instead of roughhousing and goofing off outside during lunch, Armin could be found reading history books or doing homework in the school library. His backpack was crammed full of books and school supplies, and he never needed to borrow a pencil- he always kept extras. Which was exactly what Eren didn't do. Eren either borrowed pencils from his adopted sister, Mikasa, or he stole them from his classmate/frienemy, Jean. Eren was a C-student, which meant he was just barely passing his classes. He didn't mind, though, because in his mind, school was just an obstacle in the way of bigger and better things to come.
Pouring himself out of bed, Eren groggily pulled on a pair of ripped blue jeans and an olive-green t-shirt. He trudged into the kitchen and was greeted by the smell of bacon.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” teased Mikasa. The raven-haired girl was already seated at the dining table, halfway through her breakfast.
“Mornin', Mikasa,” Eren replied. He turned to face his mother, who was washing the frying pan in the sink. “G'morning, Mom,” he greeted her. Carla Jaeger turned around and gave Eren a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, sweetie,” A light blush appeared on Eren's cheeks. The teen hid his face as he grabbed some breakfast and went to sit with his sister.
After nearly eight hours of exams, Eren was glad it was all over with. As he walked home, he stared at his shoes while listening to the sound of his own footsteps pounding on the sidewalk. Pat, pat, pat, pat...
Startled out of his trance, Eren felt something bump against his shoulder.
“Hey, watch where you're going, brat!” an angry voice shouted. Eren raised his head up in surprise, and found himself looking at a familiar face.
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