Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin or its characters.
A/N: Hey there! It's RivaMika week! So I decided to do a little fic about them :) though i don't exactly ship them :\
Anyway, this fic is supposed to be a oneshot-ish idea, so I may or may not continue it depending on the level of response and time constraints etc etc.
Reviews are appreciated :)
Enjoy
The Benefits of Blackmail
In every school, there are always the popular kids. Everyone knows the popular kids. Those who excel in everything, from academics to home economics to sports. Those who are polite and perfect role models for the rest of the school to emulate. Those who always maintain their poise, never losing their cool in any situation.
Yet… being the popular kid was never easy.
This, Mikasa Ackerman knew firsthand.
Mikasa Ackerman was a born leader, and was born beautiful. And talented. This easily made her qualify as a stereotypical 'popular kid'. And it had always been that way throughout her entire life. Relatives showered her with praises, classmates adored her to no end, and teachers thought the best of her.
But really, that wasn't what she wanted. No, not even close.
All her life Mikasa Ackerman had wanted to be unpopular. She didn't care for fame or adoration. She just wished to be normal, and be able to do all sorts of crazy and fun things that nobody would ever think a popular kid would do… Such as eating spaghetti through her nose, or using pocky sticks as drumsticks, or participating in a game of paintball.
Not only that, it was difficult to maintain her constant cool and calm demeanour, especially when she just wanted to break out into roars of laughter at her brother, Eren's, antics. Instead, she had to settle with a mild, almost invisible smile. Tch.
Mikasa was also an excellent athlete. No matter what sport it was, if you had Mikasa on your team, you were sure to win. In fact, sometimes the opponents would surrender even before the match started.
The fun life she wanted was quite very out of reach for Mikasa.
Mikasa honestly couldn't stand it. When was the day when she could stop acting so aloof and distant, even from her friends? The growing desire inside of her rumbled every time she saw the opportunity to do something fun. But she controlled it, swallowed it, and kept it deep within herself. Because she simply couldn't tarnish her reputation.
Until one day her desires got the better of her.
It was a Monday. Mikasa was part of the school's track team, and as Captain, it was her duty to clear up the tracks and make sure nobody left anything behind. As such, she was always the last person to leave.
As per normal, she was checking the benches for any misplaced belongings, when she saw it.
Neatly folded on a bench were three sets of cheerleader uniforms; the cheerleaders were supposed to receive their uniforms that day, before they started practice. And right next to the uniforms were a few pom-poms…
The raven-haired girl swallowed hard. She had always wanted to try on another club's uniform for fun, and pretend she was in that club. Not to mention it was cheerleading, which Mikasa had never tried (or dared to try, rather) before. But… Mikasa did a quick 360. Nope. Nobody was around. It was just her, the sky and the track.
The decision was instantaneous.
Knowing that anyone could pop in anytime, Mikasa snatched one of the uniforms. Hurriedly she pulled the short top over her own track singlet, then slipped on the skirt over her shorts.
Excitement bubbled inside her. She was finally going to do something fun!
Holding the pom-poms out with her arms in an L-shaped position, Mikasa shouted, "Go Team!"
Her voice rang out in the empty area as a gentle breeze blew at her bangs and short hair. The feeling was wonderful...
And then she heard the sound of a camera's shutter.
Terrified, Mikasa spun around. But nobody was there. Flustered and confused, she ripped the top and skirt off and dumped the pom-poms in a corner. "Who's there?" She commanded, rather than asked.
"I'm standing right her."
"Where are you?" She wasn't hearing voices, right? She hoped she wasn't delusional.
That was when a small figure walked out from behind one of those taller spectator's stands.
Boy, was he small.
"Sorry I didn't see you." Mikasa apologized despite herself.
"Yeah, " The short kid agreed. "But I saw you."
Mikasa's breath hitched in her throat. No way… He hadn't…
The small teen walked out of the shadows, revealing that he was from their school, and the school tie signified that he was a prefect, too. But the worst thing was that the phone in his hand…
… Now displayed a picture of cheerleader Mikasa.