AN: So this is my first fic in a hella long time
it's probably going to be at least a little weird, so bear with me y'all
i've been wanting to do a divergent/snk crossover for a while now, so here it is
i'm posting this here to motivate myself to finish it, so any kind of constructive criticism is welcome!
also comments
commentsss
i dont care who you are if you're reading this then i love you and we are friends
anyway i think its time i stopped talking so
Chapter One
Mikasa, my sister, sits next to me, delicately picking at her food. She's pushed her loose gray sleeves up to her elbows, which rest on the table as she stares into her plate. Her long black hair is pinned back in a bun, and I know she would be considered beautiful if she were in any other faction – in Abnegation, you are taught to avoid drawing attention, to focus only on others, never on yourself. For the most part, Mikasa excels at this – just as she does with everything else. She is silent, eyes boring through her food and into the table. She's always been hard to read, but I'm willing to bet she's thinking about the Aptitude Test we'll be taking after this.
I don't eat lunch. I'm not sure if it's because I'm too nervous or too excited. It's probably a weird mix of both. The heavy feeling of dread - worry? Uncertainty? - has settled deep in my gut. Today's test will tell me where I belong – Abnegation, Amity, Candor, Dauntless, Erudite. Even I'm not sure where I belong or where I'll end up. It would be truly selfless of me to think only of my parents and stay with them in Abnegation, but I've never been a very selfless person to begin with. Once, my parents had caught me staring into the mirror hidden behind the panel in the wall of our house, watching as I contorted my face into various odd expressions and simply taking in the fact that the person I was seeing reflected in it was me. I'd received quite the scolding for that – well, it was more of a sense of disappointment from my parents and especially from Mikasa. She'd have no problem fitting in with Abnegation.
I'm too confrontational for Amity. I know the other kids talk about me behind my back – it's not just me, it's been all of us, recently, with those new Erudite reports being released – and I've never been one to turn the other cheek. My faction might consider it self absorption, but others just call me a troublemaker. Perhaps I'd fit in with Candor; I certainly had no problem speaking my mind.
Mikasa's hand on my arm startles me out of my thoughts. She turns her impassive eyes on me, then tilts her head toward the table we're supposed to be moving to.
Mikasa carefully removes her hand from me – touching was something generally not done in our faction, but I'd somehow managed to convince her that I'm her brother and don't actually care, though she still doesn't do it often – and begins to walk slowly to the doors, obviously waiting for me to catch up. She insists that we let others take their seats before we do, as she always does. I'm a little jealous of the way she is able to so easily forget about herself, how she is able to focus only on the needs of others, never on her own. I am jealous because she belongs in Abnegation and I'm still not sure if I belong anywhere. I'm not selfless like she is. I'm not smart, not really. I'm impulsive and blunt to the point of rudeness, but I'm not particularly honest either. I'm a jerk, really. The only faction I've even really considered so far has been Dauntless. Surely they'll accept a reckless idiot like me, but can I really leave my parents? Mikasa?