I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence, a dream that lasts for eternity.
"Give me everything you have in that wallet of yours. Or else."
"You really think... that a broke college student like me is going to have money? Have at it."
She tossed her empty wallet at him. He gave an evil smile, turning his head as he pulled back the hammer of his revolver.
"You're gonna die for wasting my time you little shit!"
She rushed up to the man, slamming his hand against the alley wall as the sound of a gunshot echoed out. She tore the revolver from his grip, throwing it across the alley. She elbowed the side of his head, following up with a left hook into the opposite side. She pulled his head down, kneeing his jaw, then using her leverage to push her attacker into the floor, locking his arm out and slamming her boot into his kidney. He screamed in anguish as she dug her foot into her back, proceeding to snap his arm.
"I'm gonna die? You're funny." She said as she released his arm.
She pushed her dark-colored bangs out of her eye, the scar under her right eye becoming visible. She picked up the revolver, putting a bullet into his ankle and walking away from the scene, his loud scream heard through the town as she walked out into the street. She unloaded the gun, stuffing it into the pocket of her brown jeans as she continued her walk to her apartment.
"I definitely regret staying out later today." Mikasa said out loud to no one.
She turned the corner of the street, entering the hallway lined with doors. She walked up the steps to the third floor, unlocking the first door on her right. Her keys jingled in the lock as she pushed the door open to her modest two-bedroom apartment.
The dark hardwood floor was spotless, as usual. A black carpet lie in the center of the room, the black painted coffee table on top. Two grey couches lie adjacent, a flat-screen TV hung on the wall opposite. A lamp was in the corner between the two couches. To the right, a granite-topped kitchen, cabinets cleaned as if they were just purchased. No dirty dishes, either. She looked down the hallway to the left, both doors closed. She then looked back across the living room, finally noticing the balcony door open.
"You here, Levi?" Mikasa asked out loud, stepping outside to see if she could find him.
She saw her brother leaning over the porch, a cigarette in hand. His hooded leather jacket shone in the night, matching his unruly black hair. He wore dark grey jeans and a pair of black high-top Vans.
"Yeah, I'm here. Take your blood-stained shoes off. You're messing up the floor I just cleaned for the fourth time this week. What is up with you and doing that?" He said, taking another whiff of his cigarette and shooting a glare at her.
"My bad, I had an... issue I had to deal with. You clean way too much you idiot." She said.
She stood next to him, leaning over and taking a cigarette from his pack. She picked up her brother's lighter, lighting her cigarette before sticking it in her mouth.
"You really shouldn't smoke. Its already a bad habit of mine." He said, exhaling another small cloud.
"You didn't get held at gunpoint tonight. That might change though, knowing you." She gave him a knowing look, blowing out the smoke.
"Have anything else you're planning on doing later? You know what I mean by later."
He sighed. "Yeah, we're doing another operation tonight. You could always get back in, you know. The Scouts miss you a lot. Especially that one blonde haired kid, Armin I think?"
She gave him a sad look, inhaling her cigarette once more.
"You know I can't do that. Not after Eren. I can't bring up any more memories of him."
"Sometimes it takes a return to old ways to move on from things. Just like our parents in a way." He says, standing up from the rail and throwing his cigarette off the balcony.
"Too many people have died for you to just up and leave because of one."
"You can't just say that like I didn't see my boyfriend die in my arms because of your operations. Can't I just live a normal life for once?"
"But less would die if you were there. We're far from normal, Mikasa. Understand that... for once." He retorted. He walked back into the apartment.
"I'll be back by sunrise. Ponder it some more, Mikasa. Maybe you'll have a change of heart." He opened the front door, leaving the apartment.
She stuck her cigarette in the ashtray on the porch, walking down the hallway to her room. She went up to her closet on the right, taking her camouflage green jacket off. She had a tight black shirt underneath, taking that off before replacing it with a white one. She pulled the revolver out of her jean pocket, setting it on the nightstand along with the bullets.
"New gun, I guess. Huh." She thought.
She slipped her black boots and socks off, setting them on the floor next to the closet. She changed into her Adidas shorts, going into the bathroom to get ready to sleep. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Jet black hair down to her shoulders.
"Short, just like Eren liked it. Well, used to like it." She said in a sad tone.
Gunmetal blue eyes, the feature she got directly from her mother.
Slim pink lips, ones that she never smiled with.
And most of all, the memories from her life. The ones she wish she could strip away.
Mikasa Ackerman, ex-member of the scouts, former boyfriend of the now deceased Eren Yeager, second year college student. She was definitely discontent with her life.
I'm back again! Yeah!
I started watching Attack on Titan again. I kinda want to read the manga, but I feel like I enjoy the anime where it's at right now. I don't really know.
Well, anyway, I'll update this whenever, it's just an idea that popped in my head after I read a stupid good story. If I feel like it I'll keep with it. Not that I don't like doing this, just that I don't want to all the time. Maybe that'll change at some point.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and keep it real.
-Regalithy