WARNING: contains coarse language
I can't believe this. I'm pairing up humanity's strongest and cutest with a dead, unnamed OC. I should apologize to Levi. Sorry not sorry.
I'm not giving her a name because she's dead and I'm mean (and lazy and uncreative and out of ideas). She doesn't need a name.
Since this is a fic with an unnamed OC, this can also be LevixReader.
So the pairing is either LevixOC or LevixYou. Whichever you prefer.
Yay.
You can also insert your own OC.
Yay. \(^o^)/
OK, so.
Shingeki no Kyojin belongs to Hajime Isayama
Unnamed OC belongs to me
or
You belong to your parents or whoever you belong to
After she died, nothing much had changed for Levi.
He still had that same old emotionless look on his face. Thin straight eyebrows, cold steely orbs, lips that rarely curved up. All his feelings that he had locked away in a forgotten part of his heart had not changed either.
It was as if she never really died.
Even though he himself had been the only one to witness her pitiful death. How she stabbed her own heart, her heart that was supposed to be dedicated to the cause, as three 15-meter class titans cornered her. Her action was pusillanimous and it boiled his blood.
Why did she even choose to be in the Survey Corps? The Survey Corps is not a place for the weak.
She should have fought to the end. No matter how tiny her chance of survival was. Levi could have saved her if she fought just a little bit longer. She was practically in his line of sight. Just a couple of meters away. He just needed her to buy him three damn seconds.
"…Fuck…"
Levi threw himself face-first on his bed, not caring if his filth-covered uniform was tainting his new, fresh sheets. His face barely showed it, but he was drained both physically and mentally. He couldn't care less about the damn sheets.
It was another failed expedition with a lot of casualties. He was never going to admit this to anyone but he actually had nightmares after each expedition. Not of titans but of watching more of his comrades die. No matter how many times he watched his comrades die one after another, no matter how used to it he was, he still felt painfully hollow and there's nothing he can do about it.
With meager strength, he rolled around on his back and exhaled shakily. The moonlight peeked through the gaps between the curtains and fell on his slightly relaxed features. Levi kept his eyes opened to stare at nothing for a few more minutes before he let them slid shut and relaxed completely.
The image of her face contorted in blissful pain flashed in his eyes once again and Levi's eyebrow twitched by a tiny fraction before he fell asleep.
He saw more of his other subordinates die yet only her dying face bothered him this much. He wondered why. Probably because she's a stupid, weak, cowardly brat and he hated how she died for nothing. Or probably because he felt sorry that he couldn't save her in time.
Tch, shitty brat.
After she had become a ghost, she realized that nothing much had changed.
When she was still living and breathing, in the middle of the night she would lurk at the corridor, just pacing aimlessly trying to tire and bore herself to sleep. Even though daily training was pretty tiring, she still couldn't doze off. Occasionally, she would step outside to the balcony and climb up to sit on the roof and stare at the moon like the sentimental damsel she was.
Now that she's dead, she didn't need to sleep. Yet, she still did her night routine because she did not have many things to do.
As she was wandering, she pondered to herself about a lot of things that she never dared to think about while she was still living. She thought about death. Her death, her comrades' death, and her parents' death. She remembered a long time ago her mother once said that death is not a goodbye forever. At her deathbed, her mother promised that they would meet again in heaven and live happily ever after.
She sighed in frustration. So where is this heaven she promised?
Screw her younger self for stupidly believing what her mother said.
What exactly did she died for?
She waited so long just to meet her parents. She even thought of speeding up her death by joining the Survey Corps. She was even a tiny bit happy to die.
A tiny droplet of tear escaped her eye. She let it roll off on its own without wiping it. She can't feel the wetness on her cheek anyways.
Being dead was not like how she had imagined. She still felt the same boredom, the same loneliness, and the same sadness. It felt as torturing as being alive. It felt as if she never really died.
A door creaked open and she stopped dead, pun intended, in her tracks. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, someone's going to see her!
Still unmoving, she mentally trashed around in panic. Her head turned slowly, like a creeper, to the source of the noise to see who it was. She desperately hoped it was just some sleepwalking idiot.
On the other side of the corridor was Squad Leader Hanji. And she was definitely not sleepwalking. She had her uniform on and she was fully awake, her doe eyes looking through her goggles at the other side of the corridor where she was standing back to her, head turned almost 180 degrees to meet Hanji's stare.
Well, fuck.
Hanji's face remained stoic, probably because of shock, as she stepped towards her. The other female remained in her spot, thinking of a non-creepy greeting and explanation.
She turned around and opened her mouth to explain herself but stopped when Hanji went pass through her like she was just an invisible blob of smoke.
Huh?
Okay, so she was invisible to living people then? She nodded absent-mindedly and smiled in relief at the revelation. That made things easier.
Her smile broke into an ear-splitting grin in a second as a mischievous idea popped in her mind.
She's invisible. She could prank whomever she wanted and never get caught. She could point the blame to someone else too.
But then again, she never had a friend she wanted to prank or a person she had a grudge on. She had always been alone, during meals, training, and bath time. She had never established a relationship during her lifetime at all. Come to think of it, if she had made no ties to the world while she was living, did anyone notice that she died?
Squad Leader Hanji probably didn't even remember her face, name, or presence. She shouldn't even bother to explain herself if she was caught earlier.
A frown replaced her grin as she continued her steps down the corridor solemnly. Loneliness kicked in once again and she held back her depression.
There's really nothing she can do about it. Death is boring. How long will she have to keep on wandering aimlessly like this? It had been only 13 hours since her death and she's bored to death.
She wanted to disappear. Why can't she disappear for good?
Levi was forced to crack open his eyelids when sunlight began to seep into his room through the curtains and onto his face. He stayed still for a few seconds blinking away the remaining sleepiness until he realized that he was till in his uniform. The same uniform he had been wearing for the expedition yesterday.
His cleanliness OCD instantly kicked in and he shivered in disgust, jumped out of his bed and marched to his bathroom straight in mere three seconds. How could he sleep in that filth? He cursed himself along the way and turned on the water, preparing the tub for a long, intense, washing session.
He's sooo going to scrub non-stop till at least an hour or more. Till his skin turn raw and possibly bleed.
Okay, that last sentence was an exaggeration.
She had walked around the base multiple times and met several people who wasn't aware of her presence by the time the sun showed itself yet she was not tired at all.
It was because she's already dead. She blinked at her own deadpan humor.
She stopped walking and leaned on a wall. That was enough walking, she decided. Really, she needed to find another hobby. She can't just walk around the base forever. The base sure is huge but it grew duller and duller every time she repeated her tour.
Maybe she needed to find another place to haunt. Or she should just go berserk and haunt people instead.
She slapped herself back to sanity. No haunting people, she reprimanded herself.
Her eyes darted around and stopped at a door. A certain door that had her curiosity since she first entered the Survey Corps.
The door leading to Corporal Levi's room.
Well, she's invisible, right? The Corporal wouldn't even know, right?
With shaky, hesitant steps, she approached the tall wooden door. She stood there for a moment, tracing her fingertip against the bronze doorknob.
Should she enter normally or try passing through it?
Just to be safe, she chose to do the latter.
She held her breath although it was not necessary really, and pushed her airy body through the door.
Her breathing quickened, she didn't know it was possible for ghosts, and she darted her eyes around the room taking in the whole interior design and checking for the presence of the short man.
The Corporal was nowhere in the room but she could hear water splashing in the bathroom so she assumed he must be in there, taking a bath.
Naked. Wet. Lathered in soap.
And her mind went down the gutter.
She snickered at her own perverted thoughts and continued to inspect the Corporal's spotless clean room, restraining herself from touching anything in the room. Just to be safe. Who knew if the Corporal could sense something amiss if she touched anything?
Will the Corporal sense her presence if she stayed here while he changed? The thought was seriously tempting her. Don't judge her, okay? She died a virgin so she at least deserved to see a little of, um, you know, skin.
Eyes sharpened and lips pursed in determination, she made up her sick decision and plopped down to sit on the Corporal's bed, waiting for the free show.
She's not completely sick, you know! She promised that she would leave afterwards and never bother the Corporal again. Right, next victim will be Commander Erwin.
A snicker escaped her lips again. Commander Erwin must be hotter than Corporal Levi. He is taller after all. It's a secret but she had a thing for tall guys, because taller guys have, uh, that, uh…
Her train of dirty thoughts was abruptly dismissed as she heard the door clicked open. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation and her fingernails dug into the sides of her pants.
Oh. My.
Shoot. She can't. She just can't. The scene was too much for her virgin eyes. She should've put more thought and mental preparations for this. This is bad. This is just no good. She's going to—
"You… Why the flying fuck are you on my bed?"
The girl jumped at the Corporal's calm but sharp tone.
"H-huh? Uh…"
Crap.
Haha yea, I don't know why I had the strong urge to write this. It's just this had been on my mind since last year and I can't resist to write this down.
Should I continue?
What am I doing with my life I should be doing my assignment. orz