Hello, Rizzie-chan here! This is a LevixOC fanfic.
I might actually try to work on this the most.
I was also thinking on editing this one fanfic of LevixHanji, not sure about that one yet...
Sorry if this turns into a Mary-Sue-like fanfic... but AOT... tragic things happen to almost all the characters... and she has to match up to Levi... idk... I'll just go along and see how this one works ^^
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Russo Leucisticor
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Prologue
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Running.
Light footsteps of a child, hands grasping a bundle.
The heavy loud breaths of the tired men following them.
Shouts of annoyed vendors.
Clinks of coins being passed from hand to hand, relief packets switching owners.
A baby wrapped in dirty cloth crying on an unresponsive individuals' doorstep.
Dark alleyways featuring the weak beaten up and stripped.
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This is the Underground.
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The wretched place where all the unwanted recede.
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Panting, she swerved a corner. A pack of nonperishable goods were strapped onto her back, along with several jackpot items like a diamond ring and smooth bullets. Her petite figure was covered by a cloak much too large for her. White tips of hair escaped the hood of her cloth, dancing in the murky darkness, a pure colour stained grey by the very atmosphere of the place. But one could see that these ends followed into a graduation of multiple shades of blue from light to dark. She slumped next to the corner she just turned, catching her breath.
"Hey!"
The sound of booted feet reached the girl's ears before a figure appeared in front if her. 'It' was large and heavyset, multiple weapons with sheaths and holsters strapped on its bulk. It stalked up to her seemingly tired figure and seized her up. Both beings panted, catching their breaths, but the girls' exhales sounded the same with each intake. Trained, even. The 'it' stared at its captured prisoner. Chuckling, it grabbed her by the collar, throwing her against the hard cement brick wall behind them. The girl could now see that the 'it' was a 'he'. She stared at him in mock terror.
"You," he declared under clenched teeth, "Have made my living complete shit. Do you expect me to let you off for that? Huh?" Quiet met his question. He pushed her into the wall even harder. The female's eyes were hidden underneath her white-blue-black bangs. Silence. "HUH?!"
The man, not liking the secretiveness, began to slash at the females small body with his meaty fists. Surprisingly, the girl showed no sign of pain. Or maybe not so surprising. This was the Underground, anyways.
It was a moment before noise escaped the captives lips. Her eyes were still shadowed. A maniac laughter slowly escaped the girls mouth.
"...ha...ahaha...hahaha...HAHAHAHA!" She chuckled, body curling in giggles.
The man stared at her in surprise before squinting his puny eyes in stupidity. Ripping off the satchel off the girls back, he threw her onto the ground. "Bitch," he hissed. He kicked at her head, a bruise gradually making its way to the surface of her forehead. His gaze traveled down to the unmoving body before connecting with her choice of clothing. The cloak looked like a regular one, except a small imprint at the corner of the material. His pupils dilated in horror as he stared at the symbol on her cape. A white serpent.
"Oh god," he whispered before backing away from his victim. "God no."
"God yes." She was getting up now. Her movements were graceful for a child, almost hypnotic. She stood in front of her prosecutor, eyes glowing an ice-blue, almost white.
"Wait... what's your name, pretty one?" He asked, trembling. He knew that if he managed to escape from this scenario, he would make millions, perhaps trillions of money just knowing her name and face. Assassins from this guild were wanted by the Military Police, afterall. She paused, as if pondering to tell him the facts.
"Young man," she started, although the man was not young and she not old. "Young man, if a child continuously steals from you and never gets caught, the situation should immediately ring alarm bells in your head. And if you have hired mercenaries to take care of this supposed kid, and yet they expire, should you not be worried? Because you could be dealing with the bad side of this area." she laughed. "Although all the sides are bad. What side could have been good down here? Tch, its a hectic survival of the fittest in this place." She took something out of her breast pocket, what the man thought was gum, and stuck it in her mouth.
"And if someone has been stealing from you for years and yet they are still alive - mark my words, they are hellishly skilled. So what do you do now? You wait until they stop. They might not even stop even after you're dead. That just means you have great loot. Congrats." She smirked at that and clapped her hands slowly, blowing a bubble obnoxiously. "The victim is supposed to let the prosecutor do their work. You should know that with your time here in this dingy area. Do you know why?"
He shook his head frantically. Her eyes slightly sharpened in distaste.
"Because NO ONE messes with the Russo Leucisticor, or any of us, for a matter of fact. Do you expect me to let you off?" She restated his words back to him. Her irises were slitted. The man, shaking, nodded his head in a negative motion again mechanically, walking backwards. She pushed her hood back. He could now see that her hair was originally midnight black, but turned blue and then at last white at the ends.
"And my name? It's a pathetic one. It holds no meaning. But if you really want to know..." she hesitated.
"My name...is Bina."
What? The man felt dizzy. He was hyperventilating hard now. Why... why had he just have the luck of stepping across the famed мута́ция? He opened his already foaming mouth and shrieked in the hopes that someone would save him. But who would? No one cared. "...M..mon-MONSTERRRR!"
She slowly padded up to him. Her nails had been painted white. It would look better and purer, like they were suited for an angel, if not for her angrily distorted darkened face. She raised her left hand. With two snaps of her fingers, the previously white phlanges flooded in blackness. There, she thought as the poisonous mix entered her digits. That felt better. Fit for a демон. A demon.
She was one foot in front if him now. Her fingers were at ready.
"You wish I was."
The last thing he felt was a numbing venom entering his body before black spots clouded his vision and tilted horizontally parallel to the floor, painted with slashes of his own drying blood.
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Um... please review. Idk how I think about this.
Miao,
~Rizzie-chan