Okay Mr Ackerman

"You're not the only one... Walkin' round with a loaded gun~!"
Tch, I bet this is another of those typical love stories...
Yeah, probably.
Juuzou = out of control problem child...
Levi = Irritable Adult (OLD MAN????? CLEAN FREAK LOLOLOL)


6. IDFK :D

My eyes flickered open and I squinted at the early morning sunlight, shining in lines from behind my curtains. I stretched, leaning towards the bleeping alarm on my bedside table with a sigh. I heard the grumble of someone still half asleep, and immediately turned to see the being lying in bed besides me.

"Why does your alarm go off so early Mr Ackermannnn..." Juzo mumbled, covering his face with a pillow and burying himself deeper into my bed covers. I halted, wait just a second---

"Why are you in my bed, Juzo?" I ran a hand tiredly through my hair, glancing down at Juzo.

"I was cold..." He mumbled into the pillow.

"You had plenty of blankets!" I argued with a sigh, frowning a little.

"I was uncomfortable..." Juzo whined, complaining into the pillow over his face.

"But I thought that the couch was comforta---"

"I HAD A NIGHTMARRREEEE!" He whined, cutting me off with a grumble. I groaned, getting out of bed and standing up straight.

"Are these just all excuses...?" I asked him under my breath, muttering as I opened my wardrobe. There was a moment of silence.

"Yes, Mr Ackerman..." Juzo replied ever-so-quietly, rolling over and rubbing his eyes.

I sighed, looking through my clothes and raising an eyebrow at the new clothes joining my own. Three shirts, all on hangers, a few pairs of black pants, braces, a black suit-piece... And... A dress? I decided against asking him about it, my eyes skimming over the red pair of slippers neatly placed next to my shoes.

I mumbled profanities to myself, pulling out a clean uniform and lying it out onto my chair as Juzo sat up. "I put my clothes into the wash, Mr Ackerman. Is that okay~?" He tilted his head with a smile, I nodded, "Of course-" I replied, before freezing. "Please tell me you're wearing something right now..." I turned to look at him in disgust as he smirked at me, burying himself under the covers again with a quick shout of: "NOPE!"

I sucked in a breath, gritting my teeth, attempting to ignore the new development. "I'm going to have a shower, I expect you to be out of bed by the time I'm out." I grumbled, turning away from the lump under my bed covers. There was a shuffling sound, and a small thud before I felt arms wrap around me tightly. I froze up again. "What do you think you're doing, Juzo...?"

"I was only joking Old man, I'm wearing pants really~!" He giggled from behind me and I rolled my eyes, turning to face him. He stood there with a small hand on his hip, wearing nothing but a pair of black pants. The stitches extended all the way down and across his chest neatly, his skin pale. Across his stomach there was a long scar, as if someone had tried to spill his guts once before. "You're staring again, Mr Ackerman." Juzo stated with a smirk, taking a step forward and poking both of my cheeks.

I pulled away with a grumble, "Shut up, brat." I turned with intentions to head to the bathroom, Juzo standing alone in my bedroom, looking slightly lost. But I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, locking the bathroom door, undressing and getting into the shower. I touched my cheek lightly, grumbling. "Stupid."


"There's a couple of suspects... But the only information I could gather was that there's a bar that side of town, they all seem to gather there on a regular basis..." I explained to Juzo, laying out my files onto my desk and picking one up. He nodded quickly in response, taking it from my hands. "Helter Skelter." He said abruptly.

I looked up at him, startled, "How did you---"

"I must of been in that bar over a thousand times, Mr Ackerman, I know practically anyone that goes there on a regular basis." I almost spat out my tea at his explanation, swallowing and asking.

"Can you get me in there?"

Juzo tilted his head, innocently looking up at my eyes with a questioning expression. I repeated, "Juzo, can you get me into Helter Skelter?"

Juzo grinned, "Of course."

We attempted to leave the office in a hurry, but got stopped by Eren on the way out. Eren looked Juzo up and down before frowning, "Did you not learn your lesson? Why are you back again?" He questioned, his gaze flickering from Juzo to me, and back again.

A grin flashed over Juzo's face, "I'm not in trouble, actually. No, no, I'm Mr Ackerman's underling, Juzo Suzuya~!" Juzo mocked a salute and I rolled my eyes, grabbing him by the wrist. "Eren, tell Erwin that I've gone to scout out a bar in the back end of town. I should be back later." Eren nodded and I dragged Juzo out by the arm.

"Hurry up, I can't get in on my own, Kid." I grumbled, he flashed me a grin in response as we got into the car. 

"Okay Mr Ackerman."



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