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Mikasa was tired by the time they returned to their quarters, so with some reluctance, she and Eren parted their ways upon return. Eren completely ignored the fact that he was supposed to go back into the boys' barracks and went to the training grounds that were there for practice. He knew no one would be there, so it would be a good place to finally let his emotions set free.

When he finally thought about the situation again, it hit him hard. Mikasa-his childhood friend, his adoptive sister-was pregnant, carrying ihis/i child. There were so many things wrong with this situation and all of those reasons pissed him off. He glared at one of the training dummies used for hand-to-hand combat practice. (In the case where no one was available for actual combat practice.)

iWham!/i

His fist collided with the dummy's head. He felt the sting of the collision vibrate through his hand. It hurt, but somehow it made him feel better.

iCrash!/i

He was just fifteen with a clear goal in mind. Why did he let his hormones get in the way of that? A baby was the last thing he needed, especially in a hellish world like theirs.

iBam!/i

Not only had he fucked up things for himself, he really fucked things up for Mikasa...And the fate of humanity.

iBoom!/i

He was fifteen. Fifteen-year-olds were in no position to be having children, let alone fifteen-year-old soldiers fighting against man-eating beasts.

iKa-pow!/i

How could he have let himself be so stupid?

He collapsed onto the ground. He huffed and struggled to catch his breath. He hunched over, forearms resting on his knees, holding up his head. Even with no one around, he still hid his face to hide the tears. He pulled an am out from underneath his head and with pent-up anger, delivered another blow, this time to the ground beneath his feet.

He was angry at himself. He was angry how selfish he had been. He was angry he let his hormones get in the way of his one true goal. Part of him was angry that Mikasa let him have his way with her, but he knew he was to blame, too. Overall, he was just angry. He felt angry and stupid.

"Eren?"

The boy slowly lifted his head and turned it towards the direction of the voice. Armin stood there with a stunned expression on his face. It wasn't long before the blond took note of the brunet's blood fists, rushing over to his friend to examine the wounds. Hands lightly graced over the blood to assess the damage. Armin pulled a handkerchief from a pocket in his jacket, wiping away the dark mess on his friend's hands. Eren slapped the other's hand away and growled, "I can do it myself." He hastily wiped it away, leaving behind residue of the thick liquid, throwing the cloth on the ground. He stood up rather quickly and started to leave the training grounds.

"Wait, Eren," Armin exclaimed as he reached forward, hand grasping onto the other's jacket, to halt his friend, "What's wrong?" His expression was filled with concern and sympathy. He cared about his friends; he would be devastated if something were to happen to any of them, any more than what had already occurred.

Eren whipped around. His eyes were filled with tears once again. He thought he had gotten it out of his system for now, but he was wrong. "It's Mikasa," Eren mumbled as he plopped down onto the ground, "She's pregnant."

Armin's expression softened and he made his way behind Eren, kneeling down and rubbing his back in a soothing manner as the other boy once again let his tears flow. He wanted to assure his friend that everything would be alright, that everything would turn out fine in the end. Armin just wasn't quite sure how they would get through it at that moment, so he just let Eren express himself as much as he needed.

The blond asked hesitantly, "It's yours, right?"

Eren's head snapped up, getting ready to hit Armin for even asking a question like that. "Of course it's mine," He sneered, "Who else's could it be?"

"I just wanted to make sure. I mean, I didn't realize that you two..." The blond replied, a sense of hurt in his voice.

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence between them, neither not quite being able to carry on the conversation. Armin finally spoke up after about ten minutes of this silence, "If they find out it's yours, they're going to want to experiment on her. They're not going to let her fight either."

"I won't let her fight either!" Eren quickly retorted, growing silent once again, "But, experimenting on her? You really think they'll go that far."

A simple nod came from the blond. "It's likely they'll run tests on her, to see what happens when she's carrying the child of a Titan," He replied and started into a mumble, "Not to mention what they'll want to do to the baby. It's not going to end up nicely, Eren."

The brunet stared angrily ahead of him. He scratched his hand against the ground, snarling. "They won't lay a hand on her, or the baby. I won't let them."

Armin frowned, hugging his friend against him. "I'll figure something out. Just hide it for a bit. I'll think of something."

Eren relaxed a bit and nodded in agreement. He trusted Armin. He was one of his best friends-other than Mikasa, of course, and with Mikasa, it was a different, slightly deeper connection. Armin would help them figure it out, just like he had done many times throughout the years. He would help them through this no matter what it took and Eren trusted him to help them somehow in this situation.