so this MAY be the time to share that english is not my first language ... i worked my ass off to be fluent, never been my day 1 but now is my everyday!
...Building...
The next morning, Levi called you into his office to get you filled in.
Everyone on the Levi Squad voted against Zeke's plan; no one was in favor of Historia becoming a baby-making machine and you being a prisoner on death's row in your own home.
Mikasa even declined the Azumabito's invitation to live in Hizuru, telling them that if they were going to support the murdering of her sister, she would never stand behind it.
"That's nice of her," you said. "Nice of all of them."
"How're you holding up?"
You shrugged indifferently. "I mean, what else is there to say? It's nothing new. I'm kind of used to everybody wanting something from me now. But we declined the plan, so there's nothing to worry over anymore, right?"
Levi was about to say something when a Garrison knocked and entered with a tray of tea. But instead of just leaving it like they usually do, he set a cup in front of Levi and another in front of you, then poured the tea.
Once he left, you turned to Levi. "Since when did service here improve?"
He lifted his tea to his lips. "Probably just another one of those kids who think they'd get a promotion by showing some good attitude."
"And here I got promoted on my first day with a shit attitude," you mumbled.
"I should've killed that hairy bastard when I had the chance," he abruply said, though it sounded like it was meant more for himself. "None of this would've happened if I hadn't wasted the chance that day."
You'd long grown tired of hearing apologies, but you still managed an appreciative smile. "Levi, you should be the last person to ever blame yourself. Shit happens, and sometimes you can't do anything except fix it after. Just cheer yourself up by imagining how awesome it'd be to kill him the next chance and make that one worth it."
He made a low, tiny noise of agreement. "It's times like these that remind me you're the oldest of the bunch. A couple of them still haven't woken up from their childish, idealistic imaginations."
"Good. Hope they never do." You hoped they'd never go through the things you had to in order to be woken up. You held the warm teacup with both hands and took a sip. Once the liquid traveled down your throat and the taste settled on your tongue, you grimaced.
"Black tea not to your liking anymore?"
"It's not thatâisn't black tea bitter? Why's it sweet?" You peered into the cup and saw a pile of red specks at the bottom. Now that you had a closer look, the tea itself had a reddish tint. "You sure they didn't get your order wrong and brought some 'red tea'?"
He glanced down at his own. "There's no red in mine. Let me see yours."
You caught a whiff of the flowery scent and were surprised by its familiarity. "Wait, what?" You sniffed again and received a spike of light-headedness. "Why does it kind of smell like..."
Levi watched your puzzled expression slowly fade into horror. He sat up straight. "What's in it?"
The next thing you knew, you were out of his office, sprinting down the halls, barging into the women's restroom. You slammed open a stall, slid to your knees, and retched, but nothing came out. You tried again and again until you were a coughing mess, yet still nothing. Damn it, should've eaten breakfast.
The door of the restroom opened. "Hello? Y/n, are you in here?"
"Mikasa?" you called out. "Mikasa, come here."
"Captain told me to come here to find youâ" She froze upon seeing you on the floor inside the stall. "What're you doing?"
"Mikasa, I need you to help me throw up."
Her eyes grew wide. "What?"
"Get in hereâbreak my ribs if you have to. I need to get something out."
She quickly kneeled next to you. "Whyâwhat happened? Were you poisoned?"
"Just do it!"
She hugged your torso and squeezed with her strength. Instantly, you retched into the toilet bowl, coughing up what was probably your dinner from last night. You blinked through tears that blurred your vision. "Do you see anything red?"
"Like blood?"
"No, like powder."
She was so lost. "No?"
"Then do it again." And so she did, making you let out yesterday's lunch and probably breakfast, too. You made her stop once your head began to ache, pounding from the blood that had flowed into your face.
She flushed, tore some toilet paper for you to wipe your mouth, and helped you up. You splashed some cold water at the sink, coughing out the bitter taste. She stayed by your side, allowing you to catch your breath.
She was waiting for you to be ready to speak again, but then your shoulders started shaking. "Y/n, what happened to you? You can tell me." Once she realized that you weren't crying but laughing to yourself, she groaned in annoyance. "What the fuck is wrong with you now?"
A smile lingered after you stopped messing around. "God, I need a drink. A strong one, for sure."
"You better have a damn good reason for this because I'm never doing it again."
"It wasn't poison," you told her. "It was an herb. A flower."
"But surely it was as bad as poison?"
You snorted, grinning at her. "Do you think the spirits of the animals I killed have come back to haunt me? To take revenge?"
She looked absolutely done with you. "Get cleaned up. We're taking this to the Levi and Hange."
Levi gathered those he deemed trustworthy into his office and locked out those who weren't. Eren, obviously, was quick to shower you with worry and endearment, to which you had to repeatedly reassure to get him to settle down. Then you all got down to business.
"This is Peacock flower powder." You pointed to the fiery dregs that Hange had carefully plucked out and laid onto a piece of paper. "An herb used to cause miscarriages, and if taken too much, can cause infertility for life. Not sure if it's native to Marley, but I saw it in a pharmacy there."
"It can't be native to here either," said Levi. "Or the brothels in the Underground would've demanded the shit out of this resource. Did you manage to get it out?"
"Hope so. Ask MikasaâI literally threw my guts up."
Connie hovered a hand over his mouth as he leaned in to get a closer look. "Why the hell is it always you who gets fucked up in unimaginable ways?"
"That's an excellent question, Connie. I often wonder that, too."
"I questioned the Garrison who delivered the tea," said Hange, taking out her notes. "He said he found this with the tray with specific instructions to assign the cups and pour them. He says he doesn't know who wrote the note."
"Who else could it be?" Eren asked, exasperated. "Zeke and the fucking Marleyans! They're the only ones who could've brought this powder!"
"It could also be the Azumabitos," suggested Mikasa.
"Alright, let's not point fingers just yet," said Hange, holding her hands up cautiously. "We can't accuse these two foreign forces that are becoming our allies without evidenceâ"
"What evidence do we need?" exclaimed Eren. "Zeke wanted to steal her liberty of having children, and now he's trying to follow through!"
"Listen, Erenâ"
"How can you expect them to be our 'allies' knowing this is what they're doing, Hange?! They're probably conspiring with the Azumabitos and you don't even know! Imagine what they're doing behind all our backsâ"
"Motherfucker, sit your little ass down!" screeched Hange. Eren plopped down on the couch without another word. The rest of you covered your mouths to muffle the laughter. "Thank fucking god I never had children," she mumbled. "I understand your suspicions, do you hear me? But until you can learn to control your emotions from lashing out, I better not hear anything above inside voice. Am I understood?"
Eren nodded quickly. Now both of you had been scolded by Commanders.
"Commander Hange, should we inform the Azumabitos and the Marleyans about this, or do we keep it just within us?" asked Armin.
"If we accuse them without evidence, and they denyâwhich they definitely will, then we might sever relationships. And, not to complain, but I've been working my ass off trying to be 'charming' enough to gain some trust, and it only just started paying off."
"But if we don't let them know, then we have no grounds for an investigation. We'd never find out who did this. We'd be forced to drop it without earning proper justice."
"So drop it." They all turned to you, surprised. "What, it's not like I died or anything. I'll just be more careful."
"Careful? You think being more careful is going to help you?" Eren questioned you, though his voice evidently rested at a lower volume. "If we don't fight back, they'll come for you again. And maybe next timeâit'd be worse."
"And I'd like to see them try. I already beat their asses once, so if those idiots haven't learned a lesson, it'd feel great to teach them a second." Just to prove how much it shouldn't matter, you took Levi's cup, glanced inside, and drank it. "See? I checked." Judging by Levi's scowl, he was not touching this cup after you.
The verdict was reached, which was to dismiss this case. Levi suggested that he begin inspecting what you eat from now on, but you told him it was unnecessary. The last thing you needed was to be kept an eye on like you were still away.
But no matter how much you tried not showing it, of course this situation made you sick. It hadn't even been a full day yet, and that hairy bastard was already plotting from an ocean away. Historia's condition was bad enough, but to limit your choice with a death consequence was disgusting. You'd never even thought about having children before, but you would've at least appreciated having freedom of choice.
* . * .
You set down a stack of four crates of nails and fixed your hat to block the scorching sun. "These are the last ones for the day, I think."
"Hey, Y/n?" Connie rested his hands on his knees, panting out of exhaustion. "The next time your boyfriend volunteers to help out with the railways," he took in a deep breath, "tell him not to drag our asses with him!" Then he hacked out some coughs.
"'We can develop the island and our muscles at the same time,'" mocked Jean. "There's also a hundred other ways we can do it without melting the skin off our bones!"
"You know, I did offer you my hat, but you didn't want it," you reminded.
"Because your stupid boyfriend was glaring at me behind your back!"
"I would so rather be killing titans right now," whined Connie, dropping to his knees.
Mikasa called you over to the wagons. You hoisted half the pile of steel onto your shoulder, and she took the other half. As Sasha and Armin dashed past, you shifted the steel out of the way.
"Armin, don't mess up your fresh cut," you called out.
"I could care less about that and more about our water supply right now!" He continued chasing Sasha in circles, who was downing the keg in humongous, greedy gulps.
"Fucking Ackermans and their fucking strengths." Connie shook his head in amazement, watching you and Mikasa carry stack after stack, back and forth, without taking a break.
"Got the skills. The endurance. The intelligence. And not a single one isn't blessed with good looks." He received a skeptical look from Connie. "What? Nobody can tell me Captain Levi isn't objectively handsome. I still have no idea how his hair never messes up. I even asked, too, but he won't tell me."
"Then by your logic, that means Y/n's dad must've been pretty good-looking in his youth, too. Just didn't age very well."
Sasha's screaming caught their attention. She was running twice as fast, holding the keg tightly as you chased her, swinging around a steel bar to scare her. "How do you think she does it?" asked Jean.
"Well, before we became best friends, I thought she was severely neglected and starved in her childhoodâ"
"Dumbass, I meant Y/n."
"Oh." Connie wasn't that much of an idiot to get Jean's actual point. "Yeah, I have no idea. I don't even think I've heard her complain, ever. And I've complained myself plenty times, and my problems are nowhere near her level."
"She's not the strongest out of us for nothing," said a voice behind them.
Connie and Jean groaned at the same time. "What is it with you and eavesdropping?" Jean asked him.
"If it's about my girl, then it's a given," stated Eren, as if it was a valid reason. "She's damn near unshakeable. Can't name any other person who can deal with things better than she can."
Jean and Connie, though tempted to retort out of spite, had no choice but to agree. There was nobody else who could rack up over forty titan kills, balance royal life and soldier life, get kidnapped to another country, escape, and keep living their life happily under daily death threats.
Hange hollered for everyone's attention as she and Levi arrived with their horses. "Phew! Can't be easy working your asses off when it's this hot out."
"You brats got taller." Levi cynically glanced up at Connie. "It's like you're sprouting up just to spite me. Except for Y/n. She hasn't grown since I met her. Oldest and the shortest."
"Talkin' about yourself?" you shot back. "And yet I'm still taller than you."
"Hear anything from Hizuru about the trading yet?" asked Eren.
"That's why we're here. The Azumabitos replied," said Hange. "It's no good. Hizuru either can't or won't help us. Hizuru has a monopoly on any resources that we want to export right now, so it checks out that they wouldn't help us trade with other countries.
"Kiyomi and Yelena informed us that the world's major powers have been putting more financial and military support into Marley because of the reappearance of a Fritz-Ackerman. Marley hasn't yet disclosed to the world of Y/n's fake death. Likely because they need the monetary benefits, but also likely that they knew the death was fake."
"Fair," you commented. "I'm grateful enough that they haven't exposed me by now."
"From what I hear, the world's major powers want Paradis to be the root of all evil. We're the shared foe that helps bring them together. Their hatred for us promotes global stability."
"Then ... do we truly have to rely on the Rumbling?" asked Eren, growing uneasy. "Do we have no choice but to sacrifice Historia and strip Y/n of her freedom in her own homeland?"
"So the world's decided that we're devils, regardless of our intentions?" asked Armin. "They can't want us to repeat the past. Why won't they consider peace?"
"Probably because they don't know better," suggested Mikasa.
"Or maybe they do know better," you said. "But oppressing us is just easier. Just like Hange said, we're the excuse for their peace. We're a hundred years behind. We're 'weak.' That's why Hizuru prods us around, because we don't have the means to shove back."
"Y/n is spot on," said Hange. "Our neighbors across the sea won't trust people whose faces they've never seen. So let's sail out and meet 'em!"
Her words didn't register to anybody until there was a singular, "Huh?" And that came from Connie.
"If they don't know anything about us, then we'll just have to teach them! That's what we Scouts do, right?"
"Where would we go to do that?" asked Armin.
"To uh," her eyes slid to you, "Marley. That's our closest neighbor. Unfortunately."
Eren was the first to speak up. "If Y/n can't go, I'm not going either."
You frowned. "Who says I'm not going?"
"You seriously want to go back there? What about the danger waiting for you? If Marley finds out you're not dead, they'd for sure try to capture you a second time. You'd be sending yourself as fishbait."
"Who says there'll be a second time?"
"Eren might be right," said Hange. "It's much riskier for you than it is for any of us. It'd be best if you stay putâ"
"Wait, but aren't I still Moral Support?" you asked, pointing to yourself. "I have to stick by Eren and make sure he doesn't get into trouble, right? Make sure he doesn't run off or something, right? I still have a job, right?"
"I think we should assign you your own Moral Support at this point," commented Levi.
Hange didn't exactly deny you the privilege to go with them, but she did say she needed to think about it. At sunset, while she and Levi headed off in their horses, the rest of you rode in the freight train on the railroad you all spent the day building.
"So, the plan's to infiltrate Marley and set up a base there," noted Jean, repeating Hange's words. "That doesn't sound very simple."
"If we can find a way to convince the world that all we want is peace, maybe our situation would change," said Armin at the front of the train.
"If we only had a little more time left," muttered Eren. "My time's up in just over five years."
You swatted his arm. "Why do you have to keep reminding us of that?"
"Because we still have a decision to make," he reasoned. "Who to pass my titan to. It can't just be anyone."
"I think it should be me," said Mikasa.
"Not an option," spoke up Jean. "Y/n may be half Fritz, but the only reason she can't turn into a titan is because she's part Ackerman. So, most likely, neither you nor Captain Levi can turn into one either. And even if you could, Hizuru would be furious. You're their long-lost heir, remember?"
She scowled. "Fine, then who do you think it should be?"
Jean pointed his thumb to himself. "Duh. I'm smarter than Eren, stronger, and way more handsome."
You huffed a laugh. "You wish."
He ignored you. "We'll replace this brainsick, suicidal maniac with a gifted leader who shows good judgment in all situations. I don't like hand-me-downs, but I'm the best candidate we've got."
"Then we shouldn't lose someone this valuable after 13 years, dumbass," said Connie. "You should aim to become the next Commander or something. I'll inherit Eren's titan. Oh shit, that's not too bad of an idea. Am I right?"
"No, that's a really bad idea because you're such an idiot," pointed out Sasha sincerely with a lack of mockery. "You take up too much life energy just by using your brain. We can't entrust this duty to somebody slow like you."
Connie blinked like a deaf fish.
"See? Slowpoke. I will inherit it. I have great skills, and I'm loyal. All great attributes."
"Wait, but you're more of an idiot than me. So how would that work?"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"Can it not be one of you who inherits it?" you asked, gathering all of their attention. "Because if ... let's just say by some shitty, horrendous chance that we actually do follow through with Zeke's plan, then that means I won't ever see any of you again if you inerhit it." The others ducked their heads, falling silent.
"I'm not planning to pass it down to any of you anyway. Because you're all important to me," said Eren. "And to Y/n. When I'm gone, she'll only have you guys. I hope ... you'll all live long livesâOw!"
He retaliated by jabbing your shoulder with half the force, which felt more like a nudge. "It's okay to get sentimental and depress the mood sometimes, but not every day! Pick a time and place!" you scolded. "Besides, that is not how it's supposed to go. I should be the one that dies first."
"Who the fuck told you that?!" Now it was his turn to scold you.
"Because I'm the oldest, of course," you defended. "Therefore, I'll be the first to go. And then the rest of you can just get in a line and die one by oneâI wouldn't be there to see it anyway."
"No, no, no," repeated Eren, shaking his head in irritation. "No fucking way. Not before me. You cannot die before me. No way." You can't ever die.
"But I don't want to watch you die first either!"
"Wellâtoo bad! 'Cause it's going to happen!" You shoved him in the forehead. "Stop hitting me!"
"Guys!" shouted Armin, breaking up your little dispute. "No need to get all riled up. We've still got some time, so you don't need to decide anything right now."
Your little quarrel seemed to be forgotten the moment you both shared a laugh at your friends' jokes, fingers intertwining in habit, like magnets. Although that conversation was left unfinished, there was no need to be revisited. Because both of you, without each other's knowledge, had already made up your minds on how things must end.
And that was that somebody had to win by dying first, and somebody had to lose by dying after. Together was not considered an option. Because, deep down, neither of you were brave enough to bear seeing the other go first.
. * . *
It didn't take long for you to start noticing that you were being watched.
It started when you'd be out with your friends in town, dining or buying materials to stock up, then you'd feel eyes on you. At first, you thought you were just being paranoia, but gradually, you'd notice people very indiscreetly watching you from hidden corners and shadowed alleys. You soon learned to lock your doors and windows at night.
However, you didn't tell a soul about your observations. Not even Eren. Because this time, you wanted to take matters into your own hands. If their target was you, then you'd gladly answer them directly.
One evening, you left HQ all by yourself. Everybody else was too busy with their work that they've been procrastinating all day to notice your absence. Already upon walking these dim streets, you started feeling unseen people watch you, catching the most discreet movement from the dark. If there was anything to be grateful for, it was your Ackerman senses.
You slipped into an empty diner on the corner of the street, which was way warmer and cozier than the outside. An old man behind the bar glanced up from cleaning a glass cup. "We're almost closed for the night, miss."
You took a seat at the bar nonetheless, showing a smile as nice as you could muster. "Please, sir, I just got out of work myselfâand I'm starving. I'm a fast eater, and I'll clean up after myself, I promise."
He was squinting his eyes, a sign that he had bad sight, which worked perfectly in your favor. "Fine. But you better keep your word, because my grandkids will be waiting for me. What would you like?" He handed you the menu.
"The beef sandwich. With a side of vegetables. And a slice of bread. Add in a potato soup, too. Oh, and 3 bottles of whiskey. Thank you."
He stared at you with his mouth agape. "Miss, where are your parents?"
"Dead." When his face paled, you placed an overflowing pouch of gold coins on the table. "Anyway, grandkids, you said? Which means a family to support, right?"
He reluctantly accepted the pouch, muttering that he'll be back soon with your order. But first, he grabbed three large bottles of whisky from the shelf and set it in front of you. Then he disappeared into the back.
You opened the first one and chugged a third of it, wincing at the immediate sting of the burning drink. Even though you could hold your liquor well, the effects were instant. Your cheeks warmed up, fuzziness bubbled in your chest, and the world felt had never felt so unseirous.
Then the door opened, and a line of footsteps followed one after the other inside. Sooner than expected, but at least they showed up.
You lazily turned over your shoulder, counting a total of nine men scattered in the diner, surrounding you. No doubt, Marleyans. You didn't care to move an inch until they did. One lunged at you with his fist, which you swerved out of the way, took the whisky, and smashed it to the guy's head. He collapsed by your feet, blood pooling by the side of his dead. Eight left.
The rest of them pounced on you at the same time, but each one was either kicked back, struck with another bottle of whisky, or they dove down to dodge the stool you hurled across the room. Hearing the clamor, the owner rushed out while carrying your tray of food and gasped in terror.
"No witnesses," mumbled a Marleyan, marching for the old man, who backed up against the wall and spilled a bit of your soup.
You yanked the back of the Marleyan's collar and threw him to the stools, knocking them to the floor. "Who do you think you people are?! You come to my home, try to take my life, and now endanger my food?! Aren't you ashamed?!" You carefully took the tray from the old man, quickly thanked him, and suggested he go hide in the back, so he did.
Taking advantage of the few seconds they were getting up, you took a large bite out of the delicious sandwich, gulped down the remaining soup, and set the tray aside. When the next person came at you holding a chair over their heads, you snatched the kitchen knife used to cut the sandwich and stabbed it into the side of his neck. Blood sputtered out as the man toppled to the ground.
You wiped his blood off your hand with a napkin as you devoured a half of the sandwich. Fighting for your life had never felt so good while consuming divine food.
When the old man thought the commotion had died down, he staggered out of the kitchen with shaky hands. Bloody, battered, and bruised bodies littered lifelessly across his diner. Kneeling in the center was you, one hand holding the last bite of the sandwich, the other scrubbing the blood on the floor.
You took notice of him. "Oh hey, sir. Told you I clean up after myself," you said with your mouth full. "By the way, this sandwich is fantasticâI am so bringing my friends here next time."
"What ... have you done?" he fearfully quesitoned, barely above a whisper. He gestured to the bodies with trembling hands. "Andâand why ... why did you kill these men?"
You got back to cleaning. "You know, it gets to a point on how much people can get away with, and how much a person can endure. So, when you fuck around with the wrong person, twice, you'd be stupid to expect anything different."
He didn't understand a word you said. "What about the damages? I have daily customersâI cannot repel them away! I need fast repairment andâand compensation!"
"Why the hell do you think I gave you all of those coins? For charity?"
By night, Levi and Hange arrived at the scene from the reports of a Garrison. You kept your word; the diner was squeaky clean, and you even helped rebuild a few chairs. The corpses were outside, piled in two neat stacks.
The Garrison started asking way too many questions, threatening to bring this attention to Pixis, so Hange and Levi had you tip him off generously to keep the secret. And since it wasn't like you could ask corpses questions, there was no case to prove besides your own recollection of the event.
Everyone else on the Levi Squad left for the diner after learning from a messenger. All except Eren, for he had decided to take a nap in the library and had fallen deep asleep. When he was awakened by a tap way harsher than yours on the shoulder, he flung his fist into the person before he even opened his eyes. "Shitâsorry."
The messenger, it turned out, was Floch. He winced and rubbed his ribs, then briefly let Eren know what had happened while he was passed out. Before Floch finished talking, Eren had already quickly slid on his shoes and put on his jacket. But when he headed for the door, Floch blocked his way. Eren stepped to the other side, but Floch moved in the same direction. Eren scoffed, looking him up and down like measly mice. "3 seconds before I pummel you to the ground."
Footsteps approached the entrance of the library, and when the tall figure entered, she smiled amiably as if she were a welcomed guest. "How do you do, Eren? How wonderful to finally speak with you in private now."
Eren instinctively took a step back, gawking like he was witnessing a phantom. "What the fuck? You are not supposed to... How did you..." His gaze landed on Floch. "...Oh, you fucking traitor."
"Wait." Floch backed up, frantically waving his hands. "Wait, wait, wait, let me firstâ"
Eren clutched his collar and threw him against the shelf, but before his fists met that face, Yelena cleared her throat. She took a seat and poured herself some tea, as if she owned the place. "So, heard what happened to our dear Ms. Fritz-Ackerman. Such a shame it resorted to this."
Floch was no longer the target now. His piercing gaze was all directed for Yelena. "I'll kill you." He grabbed the nearest weapon, which happened to be a candelabra. If you could do with a bottle of whiskey from what he heard, he could suffice with this.
"Oh, don't worry. She's fine," Yelena said earnestly. "Dealt with nine of our men and won without a scratch. Lives up to her name, that one. Anyway, take a seat. Let's chat. Aren't you curious why I've decided to visit you?"
He was itching to crack open her skull, but the question did burn within him. If he gave into his impulse now, his curiosity would never be satisfied. And if he heard her out, he could still kill her after. He pounded the candelabra on the table and dropped down in the seat across. "Hope you know I am praying that she and Levi get back fast."
"Don't worry, I'll keep my eyes on the clock." She clasped her hands on the table. That civil smile of hers seemed to be her default. "Zeke Jaeger has a confidential plan that will reform our world, and if you join him, he will spare Ms. Fritz-Ackerman. You will have his word. Very simple to comprehend."
Eren lurched forward on the table. "His word means nothing to me, and he can go fuck himself. As for 'Ms. Fritz-Ackerman,'" he mocked, "she doesn't need him to spare her. It's embarrassing that he thinks anybody can be a match for her."
"Very true, but his faithful followers unfortunately don't withdraw without completing his wishes. So if you tell anybody about our conversation, I can promise there will be much more yet to come. And of courseâeverybody knows she can kill. But she's still human, isn't she? Any living creature grows tired after continuously killing their own kind for survival; she is no different. She may survive with a beating heart, but oh, believe me, we will have other ways to drain the life out of her. Though, don't you worry, it'll be a different story if you'd gladly hear me out."
He could smash her face into the table just from what she'd said. But she had just threatened you, and no matter how baseless it might be, he'd be lying to say he wasn't slightly rattled in fear. All he could grit though teeth, was, "You're a deranged psychopath."
"Thank you, I also get told I'm a great negotiator. Now, would you like me to tell you of this plan?"
"I would like to shove this candle through your skull."
"If this makes you feel better, you don't need to agree to anything right now. Commander Hange is collaborating with us on the upcoming trip to Marley in a month or two, so you'd have all that time. But come on now, how can you refuse if you don't know what you're even refusing?"
Eren knew where he should be instead. He knew he should be in that diner, embracing you, protecting you from any harm in the world. He knew he should be fighting off Yelena and detain her until Levi and Hange returned. He knew he should've taken action before she could get the chance to sit.
He should know better. But maintaining discipline and duty was never as powerful to him as succumbing into impulsive desires. He wanted to know more. He had to know exactly who his enemies were, for fear that his dissatisfied curiosity would devour him from the inside.
So, when he stayed unmoving, Floch left by shutting the door closed behind him, and Yelena began.
*
eren baby u r on thin ice right now
hey guys, what should my next work be? college eren au? gojo? harry potter world? gimme ideas im open to anything! (it'd be so fun to do a college eren au tho)
sorry about the trauma i continuously cause on her. anyway, next chap will be pretty happy! (disclaimer, 54, 55, and 56 back to back is gonna be A LOT. pack some some popcorn, confetti, and some tissues, i guess?)