Disclaimer: If I owned Shingeki no Kyojin, there would be a lot less Levi x Eren fans (ahaha, I don't mean anything to Levi x Eren fans, they are cute.)
Warning: Anything you want to expect from a M rated bit of scribbles. (I might put some sexual content later on)
Chapter 1 (Because I can't for the life of me find how to set a 'prologue' on this website)
She didn't owe anybody a single damn, fucking thing.
She was there because she wanted to be an older sister, maybe even a parental figure, even if nobody else understood, as long as she did, that was okay. Maybe at first, when they met as kids, she might have had a crush on him, but that was it. Romance was not a part of his system, neither was it a part of hers. People forget these feelings, especially if they have never even experienced them. It did not take long for that slight bit of childish attraction to turn into their everlasting bond, even she was not quite sure what it was. It was stronger than that little crush, and too overwhelming to be family, and not heart-pounding enough to be amour.
They were more than that.
Nobody was more important to her than Eren, that was simply the way it was. Even if everything was over, even if they all went separate ways at the end, made their own families, with their own spouses and children, she would still leave anybody and betray anything if it was for the good of Eren. Nobody else could be the same.
Sure, Eren did not understand her, then again, who did? She was sure that Armin had a general idea, but even the intelligent blond could not for the life of him guess the truth behind something that even Mikasa did not understand. Though at the very least, most of everybody that has seen her, even hopeless airheads like Sasha would understand that nobody comes between Mikasa and Eren, nobody.
So why did this short-ass bastard pretend that he could?
"Don't just stand there." The 'short-ass bastard' muttered. He was sitting down, one of his legs wrapped and gingerly placed on another chair, his right arm propped on the arm of the chair and he rested the left side of his face on his fist.
"Yes sir." She said quietly, but clearly, dark coal like eyes not betraying any emotions that she may have.
Along with himself and a few selected people, she has been ordered to be on standby instead of her previous relay duty… away from Eren, who would be with Commander Irvin.
"Why?" She uttered softly, though her tone was not that of a question, but of a command.
Rivaille shifted his glance from a spot on the wall to her dark, glassy orbs, and sighed.
"Because I lost my squad." Seeing that his explanation did not seem to relate to her actual unvoiced question, he continued in the same annoyed expression.
"We will still be protecting him. The titans, if Pixis is correct, will move in through the front." He waved his spare hand in a nonchalant way, "By staying in the centre, we will fall back and meet with Jaëger."
Having her own question answered, and not bothering with any other questions that rose in her mind, she nodded and sat down in the seat across from him.
After a few minutes of dead silence, Rivaille once again looked back to gaze at her complexion, "Is there anything you want to inform me of?"
She lowered her own eyes to look at him, "No, sir."
"… I see."
Neither wanted to break the silence any further, it was somewhat comfortable, mainly due to the fact that neither had anything to say, and both were too absorbed in their own worlds, but also completely aware of each other.
She wondered what he wanted to hear, that she was not happy with him? That she was not at all thankful to him for saving her? That since forever, she has always had the urge to hurt somebody… anybody…
Rivaille, deciding he has had enough of communicating with someone with as little words as Mikasa (the hypocrite…), decided that he was going to up to bed and have some sleep.
Thanks to the immediate medical attention, his leg seemed to be coping well, though Rivaille had thought that the person who was partially responsible for it, who sat across from him, would at least offer a word of help as he struggled out of his seat. Nevertheless, Mikasa did not even bother looking at her superior.
Kids today have no respect for the elderly he thought, not exactly annoyed, but not amused either.
"Am I to assume that the Lance Corporal is one of 'the elderly' then?" Rivaille swung around his neck to peer at her, an eyebrow arched slightly; he had voiced his comment without realizing it.
"Are you being cheeky, Ackerman?"
There was a loud scrape of chair and Mikasa stood up, her eyes unwavering as she stared at the space in front of her… which happened to be above Rivaille's head.
"No Sir! It was an honest question, Sir!"
Unimpressed by their difference in height, Rivaille cast one more disdainful look at her, wondering if she was amused, though he would be lying if he said he was annoyed. It was… light, and he would not mind having her company again.
As he walked and semi-limped to the door, he turned around, holding onto the frame for support, "and no, I would not assume myself to be elderly."
"Then, would you like some help, Sir?" She continued, her gaze still straight ahead, and equally dull. Though Rivaille could swear on his mother's grave they were perhaps a shade brighter than before.
He turned back around, "No, unless you want to take a shit with me."
(A/N) Any corrections and random errors you found especially regarding content that do not match would be awesome! Anything else would be awesome too!