Hello, world! This is my first Shingeki no Kyojin fanfiction ever. I would appreciate some hardcore, honest reviews please! Depending on if the public like it, I might just turn it to be a full-blown story, so reviews, reviews, reviews pleaaaase.~
Shingeki No Kyojin and their characters do not belong to me (yet.)
"STOP FUCKING SUFFOACTING ME!"
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Bread slipped from the greedy grasp of Sasha after being an inch away from its untimely demise.
It ungracefully plummeted into Krista's soup, splattering the green juices on the blonde.
With an astonished gasp, she was about to protest but her mouth remained ajar and soundless, mirroring Sasha's current state.
Ymir snickered at the incident, but abruptly stopped, cocking a brow.
In unison, Annie and Reiner's narrowed eyes maneuvered towards the commotion curiously.
Marco, Bertholdt and Connie's laughter came to an immediate halt, their heads turning towards the scene.
Hazel eyes lazily trailed to see what was happening now, but widened in a stunned fashion. Jean was not expecting this.
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The entire dining quarters fell into dumbfounded silence.
Their attention was once again drawn to the Jaeger boy. His boyish features marred with a ferocious rage—it all showed in those penetrating hues of his. Turquoise irises reflected the image of an Oriental maiden.
Appalled, her eyes widened; a ghost of a frown touched her rose-colored lips. "Eren…" She guided her hand to cup his bruised cheek. In the midst of the motion, Eren scoffed. The gesture was nor appreciated or wanted. His brows furrowed even more.
"Don't you fucking touch me!" He growled, slapping her hand away as if it were venomous. "Just stay away from me! You're too freakin' clingy, Mikasa! You're always hovering over me like an eagle, watching every damn move I make! I'm not your brother and I'm sure as hell not your son, so FUCK OFF!"
Not a shred of emotion surfaced on her face at that moment. The assaulted hand was still in mid-air, paused of its intention. Ashen hues locked deeply into fierce pools of the boy, flickering with no remorse. "You're being childish." She concluded calmly, the hand falling limp to her side.
Irritation and impatience brewed an entirely new level of bile in the boy. Quivering digits curled into his callous palms. "What will it take?" He'd ask in a harsh whisper. Dead silence. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him eagerly, caught by the anxiousness. Mikasa frowned, she wasn't necessarily sure of what he meant.
"What will it take for you to leave?!" He elaborated in a loud voice that rung throughout the area. The girl remained silent. He knew the answer to that question: wherever he goes, she'll go. "The best thing for me right now is for you to be the farthest away from me as possible. Get out of my life!" He spat harshly.
Collected gasps scattered throughout the room and a heavy silence settled. The corner of her lips twitched; there was no response from Mikasa. The impact of his words were threatening blows to her heart. At this, the interjection of Armin brazenly took place. "Eren, please…you're being insensitive!" His chair scraped against the wooden floorboards as he stood up, a look of disappointment etched his expression. "You're just speaking out of anger, you shouldn't let your-
"I mean every word of it." The words escaped his throat harshly with a snarl.
Armin's cerulean hues widened with stunned disbelief at how scarily genuine Eren seemed to be.
"Stay out of my life." Eren emphasized his words towards the girl of his childhood; his gritted teeth muffling the roar of his voice.
Ignoring the eager eyes feasting on her, Mikasa watched Eren. The faintest hint of a wounded look settled as her expression, grasping the words she would never comply to. Just as intent as Eren was, a resolute stare took in the face of the boy who she adored with every passing moment since the day of her parents' death. She was way too involved with him to even consider his stinging words. "No." The emotion held in her voice alone was enough to send chills down one's spine.
The anger in Eren dissipated for a moment. Mikasa's strident eyes made him go rigid. Despite the feelings he cradled in this moment, he could not ignore the female's prominent emotional waves crashing into him. He quietly watched her and to his surprise, he noticed moisture forming at the corner of her eyes. A troubled look settled on his face. His features were still hinted in prominent anger, since they were so used to being masked in such a fashion.
The sound of a chair crashing backwards came from the back of the room; a flight of eyes darted in the direction only to catch the sight of a fuming Jean, standing with balled fists. He was infuriated. Amber eyes blazing with a raging inferno from having witnessed Mikasa disrespected. It made his heart wrench with uneasiness. Seething with wrath, he clenched his jaw in vain attempt to recollect his composure. "Bastard…" was the only word he could manage.
Precipitously, the door swung open violently, startling the recruits. Terrifyingly enough, there stood the full stature of Keith Shadis, menacing as ever. His intimidating presence only added to the already intense atmosphere. Everything and everyone went still.
"What the hell is going on here?" He demanded. Seemingly lid-less eyes swept the ghost faces of the scared recruits. He acknowledged Mikasa and Eren standing in the center of the room, studying them the longest. Neither of them even faced his way.
Taking note of the defiant silence, his face shifted to a true ghastly nature. "Someone care to enlighten me on why you fucking shits are making all of this racket for?" His voice was in a low and raspy tone with a bitter, deadened feel to it. A sea of frightened faces intently watched him. To his amazement, it still didn't trigger any response. No one wanted to snitch but the instructor's patience was running thin.
A humorless bitter laugh barked from him and his lips were parting to unleash whatever hell was to come until—
"SIR!"
The sudden outburst prompted a flooding of eyes to shift in the direction.
Standing in the traditional salute, a fist pressed over the heart and an arm folded on the back, Armin gallantly addressed the Instructor. His eyes directed towards the blond genius, boring his soulless orbs at him expectantly.
"Artlet." The bald man judiciously acknowledged him.
Armin gulped hard. The burden lied on him heavily. With an exhale, he closed his eyes and practically shouted from the adrenaline. "We were in the middle of a play, to merely amuse ourselves. The simplest of entertainment that we can muster in this tense environment is something we all would appreciate, sir!" He lied flawlessly; everyone gaped at him in awed disbelief.
The instructor was silent, considering his words. Armin remained erect in the saluting position, his gaze staring dead ahead at nothing at all. The poor boy was trembling, anticipating. Jean took the opportunity to take his seat silently, his anger shifting to concern of his own hide being mistaken to be associated with the absurd 'play' concept. Meanwhile, Eren's eyes glued on the ground while Mikasa merely stood, her expression dulled to an empty one.
"Entertainment," the military figure repeated in a stupefied manner. "Yes sir!" Armin reassured in the typical soldier remark. Connie was shaking his head; he was familiar with the term reckless and he felt as if the Commander would see through it all.
"…Commence with the play. I too would like to be entertained." He spoke casually, folding his arms at his back neatly.
Armin's eyes widened. His plan backfired. Eren scoffed softly at how despondent the situation was. Tentative murmurs dispersed. An obvious awkwardness lingered in the oh-so familiar silence that shortly followed. No one budged for a moment or two.
"Well?" boomed Shadis's impatient voice, making several people jump in their seats. Connie fell on his bum with a pained grunt, scurrying his ass back to his seat frantically.
Spontaneously, Sasha leapt up, running towards the center of the 'spotlight' stopping in between Eren and Mikasa. The instructor's brow spiked up in a questionable manner, observing the familiar brunette who frantically looked around at the peering eyes glued on her. A nervous smile lingered on face.
"Is she crazy? She's committing suicide." Hushed whispers went about. "She's not the Instructor's favorite person, you know."
The audacious female glanced at a shocked Armin, mouthing something about owing her his lunch tomorrow. Armin merely blinked at the girl flashing him two thumbs up. He found it a bit cynical to rely on Sasha Brauss.
Picking up a lock of her hair, she placed it above her upper lip to make somewhat of a mustache and puckered her lips so they could stay in place. A snort and a few silent giggles faintly sounded about before quickly dying off.
"What the hell…" Eren began softly.
"AND SO…" Sasha bellowed out in a horrible imitation of a man's baritone voice, "the wealthy man—which is me, obviously, /ahem/ marries this mmm, mighty fine lady!" She chimed. The girl proceeded to play the comical role of an interested man, clicking her tongue cockily and winking hard at a blank Mikasa. "Forget about that foreveralone loser, I can feed ya a whoooole platter of lovin'."
"Oh, dear god." Reiner muttered under his breath.
Mikasa arched a brow at this whilst an embarrassed Eren blinked furiously. "E-eh?" Blushing deeply, he cringed at the uncharacteristically amused chuckle he heard from Annie amongst the stifled laughter of recruits. "What'd you call me?" He hissed, his eyes pinned on Sasha.
"Furthermore," the girl continued, locking arms with Mikasa, "we proceed with my life-long dream of…harvesting a potato farm…endless supply of earthy potatoes…ripe…ready to be steamed…Ohhhsweetbutterbiscuits..." Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth, falling victim to the army of potatoes prancing in her sane(?) mind. Incoherent mumblings emerged from her lips.
"And they live happily ever after. The end!" yelped Connie, who had jumped from his seat and held out his arms in a glitzy fashion. A large phony smile spread on his face. As the snickers of his peers taunted his ears, a bead of sweat trickled down his face. He couldn't believe he acted out of impulse to aid the food whore.
The Instructor was utterly speechless, lips parted as he gawked at what he had allowed himself to witness. "I know that look…" muttered Sasha who had conveniently came back to Earth with a sturdy shake from Mikasa. Armin remained dutifully in his salute, trembling even more. People exchanged worried looks of anticipation. Did they pull through?
"If I could take back the last few moments of my life I would." Keith eventually spoke out in a deadpan tone. "You youths have a shitty outlook on entertainment. Stick to being Titan bait." He headed towards the door to depart, shooting one last glance particularly at Sasha. "You have issues." He confirmed. She flashed him the blithe smile that brought back a terrible nostalgic feeling.
Shaking his head, he turned around to take his leave. In the midst of closing the door, he warned them to keep it down. An exasperated sigh came from Armin, breaking from the formal position and wearily flashing a smile of gratitude to both Connie and Sasha. "Um yeah, so about that lunch..." Sasha beamed hopefully, but she was drowned out by the ring of dismissal. Ymir conveniently lifted from her seat and much to Armin's relief dragged her away, Krista falling behind the duo shortly.
"Waaaaait, I was serious!" She pouted tearfully, hands dramatically reaching out towards Armin, who sweatdropped.
People began to shift to retreat to their assigned barracks, speaking excitedly about the events that just occurred. Armin took this opportunity to approach his childhood friends, a bit concerned on both of their well-beings. Eren, still a bit tense, jerked his shoulder away from Armin's friendly grip and turned away to abruptly take his leave. Mikasa watched his retreating frame and frowned.
An exhausted sigh emerged from the pacifying lad and he turned his attention to the girl. "You do know Eren is just in a distressed state, right? He didn't mean it." Mikasa kept an unwavering gaze dead ahead. "Go tend to him, Armin."
The blond blinked. His innocent expression shifted to a serious facade. Understanding her request, he offered a nod after watching the female for a moment; he pooled in with the crowd of people seeking exit. Mikasa remained frozen in her place. The wet evidence still lingered at the corner of her eyes and she slowly brought her hand to erase the tears that never got away.
"A-Are you alright?"
Well that's chapter one, everybody. Who is that mystery person? o: ... I might just continue the story if I get enough requests. The fate of the story is in your hands. Nopressureahem.