Eren x Redaer x Various (Dancer!AU) Chapter 3

''Mommy, look, I'm a ballerina!'' 

"You sure are, (F/N), you sure are." 

In a big house outside the city lived a small family. Father, Matthew (L/N), director of big clothes factory, was a well-known man in world of designing and was often shown in TV and invited to many programs and fashion shows. Mother, Alexandra (L/N), photographer, known in whole world for wonderful, natural portraits, young woman with long shiny black hair, and (E/C) hues. Son, Andrew, was a teenager, showing talent in music, was studying in Sina High, rarely being home, because he was renting a flat with friends in the heart of the city. There was also a little daughter: (F/N). 

This weekend, unfortunately, everyone were home.

Father brought new dancing shoes for his youngest child. (F/N) accepted the present happily, of course. 

"I have a suprise for you all!" Matthew clapped his hands together. "(F/n) and Andrew got... A part in the movie!" he shouted. Andrew's head perked up from the biology book.

"Are you serious dad?" he said, widening his eyes. Alexandra laughed.

"That's wonderful darling! Maybe it will be a start for them?" 

"Yaaaaaay! I'll be in TV! I'll be in TV!" (F/n) jumped around the couch, bouncing up and down and giggled uncontrollably. Father laughed and stood up.

''I'll take wine out the shelf. And orange juice for children. We have to drink the success!" He started walking in the direction of kitchen, but stopped in his track, when an explosion sounded in neighbourhood.

"What... Was that?" Alexandra asked, visibly concerned about her friends' safety. What she saw outside the window, was beyond her imagination. "Andrew." she said with a serious face. "Take (F/n) and get into cellar. Quickly!"

'But mom-" Andrew tried to protest

"Go and stay quiet! Even if you would hear something really bad, you can't move, nor say a word, understood?" Matthew cut in, grabbing his children by hands, an pushing them out of the room. 

''Mommy? MOMMY!" (F/n) cried out, scared of the explosions that kept happening closer and closer. Alexandra hugged her daughter quickly, whispering a short 'I love you', then running after her husband.

Children did, as their parents said. Oh, if (F/n) knew that she is seeing them alive for the last time...

Their dogs started barkning, then whining. Upstairs sounded some shouts and then gunshots.

After years, (F/n) remembered only the smell of smoke, and the man in the red bandana, shooting her brother.

She remembered lonliness.

---- 4 years after the attack---

''So, you are (F/n) (L/n)?''

''Yes, m'am.''

"This (F/n) (L/n)?''

"Yes, m'am"

The blond-haired woman, shuffled through her papers.

''I see...'' she said.'' You graduated Shingashima Elementary with highest grades in town, but why do you want to continue your education in Scouting Legion Secondary School? Of course, we will accept your application form, but we are a small, city school, and with yours scores...'' she trailed off, searching for her scores on finishing exam.

''I'm sorry, Miss Peterson, but I want to learn here.'' (F/n) cut the silence by standing up, and grabbing her jacket. ''I think that I am the one to choose the place when I will study."

''Yes, miss (Y/n), but didn't your brother studied in...''

The door slammed.

''Sina Secondary?''

  ----Few days timeskip woooooooom!------

"My name is Keith Shadis, and I'll be your Homeroom Teacher this year. I expect loyality, and high grades from you." said the bald man, looking sternly at his class. " Now, you will stand up, when i'll read your name." he finished, and grabbed the piece pf paper from his desk.

''Ackerman Mikasa"

The classroom fell silent, as the female stood up from in the back of the room. She had dark brown eyes, and she wore her black hair long. She was almost unnaturally fit, and well tonned. Her pale skin only added to her Asian beauty.

''It's me, Sir." she spoke in calm tone.

Shadis hummed. ''So, Mikasa. Tell us a little bit about yourself." 

She stayed silent for a moment, before answering.

''I'm thirteen. I like sports, especially running, and karate.'' She said and sat down. 'Looks like she is the woman of working, not talking.' (F/n) thought.

''Arlert Armin.'' (I wrote Lars, wtf.)

''Here, sir.''

(F/n) turned her head around 180 degrees, just to meet with back of the boy that was currently speaking. He was rather short, and had medium-lenght blonde hair.

Kind of weak looking too. ''I like reading books, and watching birds.'' he finished, and sat down.

''Blouse Sasha''

''IT'S MEEE!" a voice full of hapiness sounded somewhere from behind. It was a girl with brown hair and green eyes. She was tall, and... Was that a fork that she was holding in her hand? ''I like food!''

The class laughed loudly, and even stern Mr. Grumpy Gills, smirked. 

''What are you eating, miss?" he asked, trying to stay calm.

''Potato salad!''

Keith Shadis then gave her detention, and proceeded with reading students' names.

''Bodtt Marco."

"It's me, sir!" A brown-haired male shouted from the back of the class. He stood up, and (F/n) turned her head around, trying to take a look at her new comrade. He was rather tall and good-looking, and he had alot of freckles on his face. She was almost sure that they glowed in the darkness like a disco ball. 'He shall be named ''The Freckled Jesus."' (F/n) chuckled quietly to herself at the nicname that he had just recieved from her.  

''I like cycling and horror movies.''

Cycling God Freckled Jesus Frankenstein Fan. Sounds cool.

''Braun Reiner''

"I like girls and good music.'' grumbled a boy in the back of the classroom. He was occupied with his phone, so only thing that (F/n) managed to see was a mop of blonde hair and a bulky posture.

''Hoover Bertholdt''

"I-It's me, sir." came a voice from back of the class. (F/n) turned around to look at The Boy Who Stuttered, and there was only one thing that came to her head in that moment.

Holy shit, that guy is tall.

Besides his abnormall height, he had brown hair and eyes, and very... Well, scared look on his face. ''I like animals, and writing.'' He quickly added, and sat back down, flustered.

Puppy Face. He shall be named Puppy Face from now on.

''Jaeger Eren.''

''Here.''

(F/n) almost snapped her neck when she looked at the seat beside hers. The owner of the voice, Eren, was a boy with with hazel hair, and emerald eyes. His face was nothing special, except the determined look on his face. His fists were clenched at his sides, and it looked, as he was staring down other boy in the class, the one with the stupid horsre'y look on his face.

''I like fighting and...'' he looked on the sides, with unsure eyes. ''...Dancing.'' He whispered. 

'' I'm sorry, Eren, I can't hear you.'' Shadis said, eyeing the boy.

''I like dancing. ' He repeated louder, flushing even more than Bertholdt. He then sat back down, crossing his arms. (F/n) swore, that she heard the My Little Pony Face snicker in the background. Eren clenched his fists.

''(L/n) (F/n)''

(F/n) Stood up and straightened her school uniform, witch contained of red skirt, white shirt, red and black stripped tie, white knee socks and black shoes. (F/n) also had the black jacket with school's emblem (crossed swords) sewed on it, but it was hot so she had taken it off.

''It's me, sir. I like singing, drawing and dancing." She glanced at Eren, who suddenly became very interested in her speech. His mouth slightly opened, as he smiled. But (F/n) didn't finished her speech at this rate. ''I also would like to ask the horse faced guy to stop snickering before I smash my heel into his face.'' She shot him a creepy smile, and sat down on her chair. 

Eren gave her a thumbs up as she shuffled with her bagpack, and this little gesture made her heart flutter in her chest. Effin puberty, sir.

The list of students went on and on, including Annie Leonheart (Ass.), Jean Kirshein (Horsefaced My Little Pony Guy), Connie Springer (Avatar), Krista Lenz ( Is she really thirteen?) , Ymir Ymir (Don't she have a normal surname?) and many others that (F/n) didn't catched, because she was too occupied with dodling some kawaii shit on her blue pencilcase. She just finished a weird drawing of Mr. Shadis in a tutu, when she felt something touching her arm. It was a piece of paper, handed to her by Eren.

'Can you draw something on mine too?' was messily scribbled at the paper. (F/n) smiled. ''Sure.'' she whispered, reaching for his white one. He handed it to her, and then patiently wathed, as she painted some kind of logo with black and blue pen.

''What is that?'' he asked whem she handed him the item. ''It is called 'The Wings Of Freedom', and It's emblem of university I want to attend.'' she answered, putting the pens back in her bag. ''You mean Recon Corps?'' ''If that's how you call it, then yeah.'' ''(F/n), do you want to be a solider?'' Eren asked bluntly, avoididng her gaze. ''Yes, I do, Eren. Why do you ask?'' ''Can you tell me why?'' 

(F/n) sighed. ''Let's say that I have... Personal reasons.''

Eren noded. 

This day, he decided to also attend The Recon Corps University, to help (F/n) with her plans. He had humanity to save, and she had the goal to achieve.

  -Two years later-

''Join the Scouting Legion dance club. Wooop. Wooop.'' The black- haired male stood in the middle of the hallway, giving out the notes about the club to passing students. He was obviously annoyed with his role, and wished that he could shove the fliers down the throat of every student that he saw.

''Levi senpai, what are you doing?'' (F/n) asked, titling her head to the side, as she grabbed the paper from his hand ''Dance Group? Don't you have more important things to do as the top of the seniors?'' 

''It was the Principal King's idea.'' Levi sighed. '' It is supposed to help students with the pre-exam stress, and anger problems.'' he glanced at Eren who just happened to stand beside you for the whole time. ''So what, are you going to join, or are you just going to stand there and waste my time?'' he asked, while putting out a crumbled piece of paper. To (F/n)'s suprise, the dance club was in interest of many her friend, like Connie or ( oh my Wall) Annie. 

''Sure, I'll join.'' Eren said, signing the paper. After a short time of thinking about possible pros and cons of her choice, (F/n) also became a part of the team.

Levi snatched the paper from her hand and shoved it back into his pocket.

''Good. 3 PM sharply on friday, don't forget.'' he grumbled, and continued his woot woots.

''Hey! Moves like Jaeger! Chibi!''

''Oh shit." (F/n) and Eren swore in unison, when they heard the annoying voice behind their back.

'' Hello, Pony Boy.'' The girl hissed at Jean, earning a chuckle from her companion, and a glare from so called 'Pony'.

''I told you not to call me like that.''

''I told you not to call me small. One day I'll be taller than all of you, I swear!'' 

'' Really?'' Connie butted in. ''Right now, you are shorter even that Levi senpai.'' (''I heard that, you no haired brat!'') 

''Okay, let's leave the topic of (F/n)'s mikro height. I saw you two signing to a dance group. I came to say that it was rather miserable.'' Jean chuckled at his own comment. ''Miserable my ass.'' Eren nearly growled while holding his female friend back. ''Should've seen yourself falling off the trampoline on P.E.'' The cooper-haired male backed up a little, but continued talking. ''I also joined the dance club, but just because I want to show you two how good I am, and also to impress Mikasa.'' He smugly smirked, running a hand through his hair and walking away.

''I really, really want to kick him where sun don't shine unless he is a porn star.''

(F/n) sighed, and looked at Eren with tired eyes. '' I know your pain, bro'' He patted her on the head. ''Let's get some food, before Sasha eats it all.''

  ---Skip to Friday, because I'm lazy, duh.----

So there she stood: In her brand new (F/c) trousers, and white tank top, next to Eren in black T-shirt and red shorts, who was, like allways, brickering with Jean about some random shit. When she looked around she saw nearly her whole class, along with some seniors, who, as she thought, got convinced (or threatened) by Levi Ackerman. Sighing, (F/n) turned her (E/c) hues to the boys that just began throwing names at eachother.

''Idiot!''

''Horseface!''

''Moves like Jaeger!''

''My little pony"

''Ballerina!''

''Wanna be Mustang!''

''TITAN!''

In that moment something snapped inside of (F/n), as the invisible barrier that was making her stay away from painful memories broke, and flooded her with anger, and pure rage. In a second she was up, and in another, she was sitting on Jean's chest, choking him.

''Don't. You. Dare. Call. Him. A. Fucking. Titan'' She growled, as her fingernails dug deeper, and deeper into his sensitive flesh, leaving dark red marks, that proably won't disappear in a lonv time. ''AM I UNDERSTOOD?'' (F/n) screeched, lowering her head to face her victim. Jean looked back at her with pure pain and suprise in his eyes. She felt like she could rip him to pieces. Stab him. Make him suffer. 

Fortunately, she wasn't able to make her curses get into the real world, because Mikasa tackled her to the ground, holding her smaller frame in one place.

''Let me go! LET ME GO DAMNIT!'' (F/n) whined and trashed around , trying to find a way to get to Jean, to make him feel the pain she felt.

''I'm sorry, I can't.'' Mikasa said, adding more pressure into her grip on her arms. (F/n) cried out. ''EREN! Help me! Please!''

She widened her eyes, as she saw her best friend shake his head and take a step back.

''Please. Sasha?''

She took a step back .

''Connie?''

Step back.

''Mar...co?''

Even The Holy Freckled Cycling Jesus was aganist her. Fuck.

She breathed in and out, trying to calm her pounding heart, and the sound of blood running through her ears. Afrer a good few minutes she spoke.

''Mikasa. Please. Let me go.''

''Why should I''

''I...I need to apologise to Jean.''

Finally, she realeased her. (F/n) rubbed her sore arms and shakily made her way to the bench where Marco was tryimg to calm shaking Jean. She swallowed loudly, and put her hand out for Jean to shake. ''Listen, I'm sorry for being a bitch and stuff..'' 

She was never meant to finish this sentence, because she felt her hand being slapped away. ''Get the fuck away from me, you psycho!'' He screeched, backing away from (F/n), falling off the bench in the process. As (F/n) stepped foward, he crawled back. ''Come on, Jean, don't be like that... I just had a little flashback, that's all, I swear!'' The (H/c) haired girl tried to reassure herself more than the trembling boy on the ground. ''You... You almost KILLED ME!'' Jean pointed at her with an excended finger. 

 

It was enough.

 

(F/n) turned around, her back turning to Jean Kirshein, as she said the words that had stuck in Eren's head for a long time after that fight.

''After all that they have done with my family, I'll never be able to hurt pepole severly.''

She then exited the studio, leaving the room in silence, her last words hanging in the air. It wasn't long time that passed, after another pair of footsteps left the group. 

 

Eren Jaeger, with his fists tightened, ran after (F/n) (L/n) through the school corridors. He passed the cafeteria, principal's office, toilets, the entrance. Was he late? Did she left already? 

As he walked away, he took out a piece of paper, 'Don't worry about that Jaeger! ' written on it. The paper was threwn in the trash bin.

''God damnit, (F/n). What am I suppossed to do now?''

  ---Five years timeskip!----

Five years passed from the last time that she had seen Eren. (F/n) never came back to that school after that days occurings. Her letter, in with she was asking for enroll into Trost Secondary School for girls, was accepted almost immediately.

 (F/n) left three days later, not leaving a word about where she was goig, or when she will go back.

The past didn't wanted to leave her, so she left the past.

She graduated the T. S. S. with flying colors, and got accepted into Trost High on the 'War and Governent' profile. After four years of intensive studying, she finally recieved her diploma.

And now, there she was, standing in front of a big steel gate, with wings of freedom emblem in the middle. (F/n) cluthed the graduation diploma, as well as the motivational letter from the Trost High's principal, closer to her chest, as she pushed open the gate and stepped inside. She stood in line to the small window to give her application form to the person behind the glass, and finally becone a student of her long dreamed university. The Recon Corps University.

Suddenly, something disturbed her dreams.

''Name, place of birth, cellphone number, application number and profile that you want to attend.''

(F/n) felt her heart sink into the depths of her stomatch, as she heard the answer from one of soon-to-be students.

''Eren Jaeger, born in Shingashima City, application number 34699 for Army, cellphone number 3445-2373-188.''

''Thank you, head to the classroom 69.''

The tall boy turned around, just to bump face to face with (H/c) haired woman, who was obviously in shock.

''Oh, I'm sorry'' he said, and reached for his dropped bag. The woman did what she should have done.

She ran to the window, handing the woman her file. Eren raised his eyebrow in confusion, and struggled to push the dropped things back into their proper places. 

''(F/n) (L/n), born in East Shingashima, application number 34700 for Army, cellphone number 3842-3848-384"

''Classroom 69"

She just hoped that he would be gone, that he won't recognise her...

''(F-f/n)?''

Oh shit. There he stood, the notepad falling from his hand and roughly slamming into the floor. His eyes widened, as he struggled to form words.

'Hi, Eren. You still alive?''

---------------------

A lot of time passed before (F/n) was able to rebuild the bond that she shared with Eren and the rest of her friends. Laugh or not, even Kirschein managed to forgive her, and only Annie was missing. Levi, Petra, they all were here, maybe because of their own choices, maybe because of (F/n) 's persvasions, but all of them were here to become soliders, and serve the pepole.

But who said that you can't dance on the battlefield?

That's how she joined the dance group next to the university.

That's how she started to train under the eye of Erwin Smith.

That's why she is who she is today.