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Levi sat leisurely behind his desk, legs crossed tightly together, his porcelain tea cup in his hand, and his usual apathetic expression projecting on his face. This morning was particularly bothersome, considering the fact that his free time was spent lecturing and ordering his younger subordinates to clean every inch of the stables and mess hall. He has never been so disgusted in his life after seeing such filth covering every aspect of headquarters. Spring never felt so damn dirty.
"Let's see here... Strategy scored 4/10, Combat Skill scored 6/10, and Armament Aptitude scored 5/10.." He shuffled through the masses of files that recorded all of the soldiers' distinctive scores, from the very moment they were enrolled into the Survey Corps after graduation. It was exhausting having the duty to discipline all of the undeveloped soldiers to a certain degree. Especially when he was forced to train them from scratch and monitor their statistics throughout frequent training sessions. The new recruitments would just add to his limitless amount of stress.
"Did these brats even go to training camp?" A scowl appeared on his face in disbelief, as he dropped the documents on to the surface of the desk, letting out a defeated sigh. None of them were even worth a minute of his time. They were all weak, unexperienced, and their Survival Rate were mediocre. Pathetic. He outweighed every documented soldier in the manilla files by a large-scale. "104th Trainees Squad is the worst one yet." He muttered under his breath, his blue eyes slanted, and arms crossed over his chest. He slightly closed his eyes and leaned against the cushion of his chair that supported his stiff back. He wanted nothing more than to toss the useless files into a pit of fire.
'The weaker they are, the more deaths to occur.' A saying that remained in his conscience throughout all the years that he's been in the Scouting Legion. Countless deaths, remorse-filled letters sent to families, and another load of burdens to carry on his shoulders. It was a weight that constantly piled up, year after year. To his marvel, he was still affected by the numerous amount of deaths though, he would never admit it to anyone. He couldn't. To be Corporal meant to look ahead, to lead every squad forward, and to never falter in any circumstances. Sorrow was irrelevant to him. Death happened almost all the time that he's learned how to disregard it, no matter who it was. The moment he displays signs of weakness and vulnerability, every soldier behind him will lose the confidence to fight. Somehow, by following that very principle, everyone began giving him nicknames as, 'Humanity's Strongest Soldier,' or 'Humanity's Last Hope.' How absurd. Projecting him into a God just proved how desperate humanity has become. As long as he was able to slaughter Titans mercilessly, he didn't give a damn about anything else.
"Levi."
The Corporal flickered his slanted eyes towards the doorway of his office, noticing the polished Commander standing with his head poised gracefully. Commander Erwin Smith was the definition of prestige within the Scouting Legion. He was someone whom he owed a lifelong debt to. A debt he would repay, once he exterminated all the Titans that roamed Earth.
"To what do I owe for this sudden visit, Erwin?" Levi arched his eyebrow, grabbing the teapot from the tray and pouring the brewed, lemon-scented liquid into another cup.
"Ah, have you been reviewing the files already?" Erwin asked, gradually striding his way towards the Corporal's desk. Levi abruptly noticed his right hand tightly gripping a manilla folder, with no picture or name displaying on the front. This piqued his interest just slightly.
"None of them caught my interest." He paused, a dull expression surfacing on his face. "They're not capable of being outside the walls."
Erwin stared at him briefly before letting out a low chuckle. "And where does your basis come from?" He lifted the tea-cup to the parting of his lips, taking a small sip before glancing back down at the stoic captain.
Levi placed the stacks of manilla folders together, shoving them towards Erwin, gesturing his head at them with a nod. "One glance was all it took." He uttered, his tone dropping several notches.
Erwin stared down at the pile and sighed heavily, placing his cup back down on the desk. "Those statistics don't analyze everything Levi."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, you can evaluate a piece of paper and it'll tell you a soldier's shortcoming or what they lack but, you can never make a judgement without witnessing it at first hand." His blue eyes probed deeply into his own. "Every soldier fights for a different purpose."
"Tch. In this world, you need to abandon those purposes and kill on the spot. If a soldier can't do that much, then he's just digging his own grave." Levi narrowed his eyes, taking another sip of his brewed tea. He knew this from the very moment he joined the Scouting Legion. In the art of survival, you must relinquish any trivial thoughts and feelings that got in the way. The only reason that the Titan's have the advantage in this war is, because they don't have any conscience or any sense of humanity in them. That's right. They're just merciless creatures that killed whenever they wanted. In order to win, one must be willing to throw away their humanity and become creatures like them who only know how to slaughter.
"Then tell me Levi, what do you fight for?" Erwin asked, interrupting his deep train of thought. Levi flicked his eyes at him, the edges of his lips peeking up.
"To annihilate every last Titan on this planet." He clenched his fist tightly, narrowing his eyes at the wooden desk. He existed only for that sole purpose in this hate-filled life of his.
"Exactly. That gives you the power to fight Levi. The other soldiers in the Scouting Legion have different purposes like those, that give them the strength to fight as well." He smirked, placing the manilla folder on to the surface of the desk. "They don't need perfect scores to survive. If their resolve is ample enough, then it's all they need to lead them forward."
"Well aren't you a man with words." Levi scowled, crossing his arms over his chest, maintaining his calm and collected demeanor.
"Naturally." Erwin chuckled, sliding the folder towards his direction.
"What's this?" Levi asked, lifting the folder in his hands, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"Something that may catch your interest."
Levi flipped the manilla envelope open, glancing down at the photo that was pinned down from the upper left corner, noticing a young girl whose ethnicity was oriental. She had charcoal colored hair that curtained the edges of her jaw line, pink flushed lips that were tightly pressed together in a line, and what really caught his interest was the unveiled void in her eyes.
"Mikasa Ackerman?" Levi read her name out loud, flipping through her records to obtain information on her statistics. His eyebrows knitted together as he scanned the document line after line, using his forefinger to flip through the pages swiftly. He was beyond words at this point. Her scores were close to perfect, not a single word in her records about any flaws or weaknesses. She was the first graduate of the 104th Trainee's Squad, with impressive combat skills. Her survival rate score was equivalent to an elite soldier in the Scouting Legion. Levi felt the edges of his lips pull up, as he closed the manilla folder and placed it back down. He found the perfect monster. A worthy recruitment. One that could kill, disregarding any type of emotion during combat. He knew this because he carried the same void in his eyes like she did.
"She's a unique character I must say," Erwin placed his finger to his chin, glancing down at the folder. "I met her today, she has a strong line of duty, which I find admirable in a soldier."
"I don't see anything unique about her, she's just a brat whose slightly above the rest." Levi countered his remark, rolling his eyes, and exhaling out in exhaustion. Although, he couldn't deny the fact that she was refreshing in many ways than one. Maybe it was the onyx orbs that left traces of animosity, or the hardening of her facial features that showed the suffering that she endured. Whatever the reason may be, he was determined. Determined to monopolize this oriental girl and create her into a monster that's worth not just a hundred soldiers, but more than a thousand. He would demolish any fragment of humanity left in her and mend her into an opponent that was worthy of his own skills.
"Erwin." Levi glanced back at the Commander with a formidable look on his face. "When can I meet her?"
Erwin's eyes perked up in suspicion, noticing the atmosphere around the Corporal changing gradually.
"At any time. You have authority over her now."
"Indeed I do." Levi's eyes gleamed with a hint of beguilement, flickering across his onyx orbs.
The Commander stood up abruptly, gesturing his hand in the air that he was going to take his leave, and headed towards the doorway, glancing back at Levi with suspicion in his eyes. 'He's up to something...' He thought to himself, before exiting the office.
Levi reclined in his cushioned seat and tightly gripped the manila folder in his hands, noticing the photo descending from the envelope. He quickly grasped the photo in mid air, taking another glimpse at the young girl wearing the maroon colored scarf, and letting out a low chuckle before placing it back down on his tidy desk.
"Mikasa Ackerman." He let the name roll off the tip of his tongue, a smirk reappearing on his face. "I will definitely break you."
So I wanted to make like a small summary of Levi and Erwin before he recruited Mikasa and the thoughts he was having haha! It's suppose to be a One-Shot type of thing but I'm really tempted by the prompt, so who knows, I may or may not make it into another story! We'll see! Oh and sorry! it's not really good! I honestly think it's one of my worst ones yet -_- , maybe because it was in a rush when I typed it... anyways, thank you for reading this short story! :D