The Two Opposites (Eren x Levi)

Chapter 1

Levi's POV

Finally, I approach the market. About damn time if you ask me. I'm freezing my balls out here! As I'm walking, I hear whimpering. I look around to trace where the sound is. It doesn't sound like a Neko's, though. Perhaps, it was an Inu's? No. It couldn't've been. Their kind shan't pass the Neko territory, for it is illegal and will most likely get the fuckers killed.

I hear it again, this time it is more louder than the previous. It sounds like it came from the alleyway not so far from where I am standing. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I suddenly find myself walking towards the dark as fuck alley. My tail stills, as well as the rest of me, as soon as I hear an audible bark.

Shit, why me?

Fuck you, life. I fucking hate you. I wish you were a person and stepped on Legos.

I rush inside, over to the owner of that noise, and sigh. I was right, unfortunately. My suspicions were correct. A shitty ass, filthy mutt. Or Inu, whatever. Same thing. I take a good look at it. And I must say, they're quite attractive, for a dog, of course. He's curled up in a ball, his tail wrapped around his waist. His chocolate brown hair, covered in disgusting dirt and grass. What really catches my attention is his smell and how he is shivering violently. Mostly his smell, though.

I can't believe what I am doing right now. 

I pick up the mutt (and, holy shit, he's heavy), and begin to walk towards my home. I had to. I just couldn't resist. His fucking odor, man. It smelt like a wet, disgusting dog (of course, it makes sense, but no, just, no)

I am going to scrub this shit 'til he's squeaky clean, as my savior, Patrick, says. 

I luckily make it home without anyone questioning the Inu in my arms. I manage to unlock the door - somehow - and slam the door shut with my foot. I walk over to my couch and set him down gently. I cringe. Urgh. He's dirty and I placed him on my couch. How high am I? If I said that out loud, in front of my mother, she would've answered back with '5'3' (my damn height).

I shake my head and walk towards the kitchen, deciding to make something for me and the mutt. Can't really having him die on my yet, right? There are some question that I am determined to get answered. I open the white fridge and see I have ingredients to make a cheese sandwich. Does he even like cheese? Ah, why, I don't give a damn. 

I prepare both of our sandwiches (which are not made out of sand and witches, I shit you not) and after I finish and place them both on paper plates, I wait patiently for him to awaken.

My face pales.

Oh shit, my mom.

What would she say when she learns her son had brought home an Inu?

Fuck.

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*cries cause it's so ooc*