Remember the time Christa offered me that scrumptious bread after I had nearly died of starvation and fatigue?
A goddess! I had thought as she handed me the food, her cute face smiling and glowing.
This revelation was very similar to when I first saw Mikasa, who was beautiful in her own way- starved of affection, hungry for something, her emotionless expression and intense eyes devouring me with cynicism. A GODDESS! I screamed internally. And an appetizing one at that! She looks even more enjoyable than Christa's bread and much more filling…
I instantly became famished (hungrier than I usually am) and my mouth began to water, saliva running down the sides of my mouth. And yet, I felt strangely fulfilled, like my appetite had been satisfied for the first time. I had never seen such a fine assortment of tasty things. Black liquorices hair, rice-white skin, a body as toned yet as gentle and graceful as a deer's. But with the fury of a hunter, a predator who cut down her prey. My palate wanted a taste of her. Like that bread, I wanted to tear into her soft flesh and savor every morsel.
Even now, she makes me more and more ravenous every time I look at her. She is a rare beauty, a luxury- like real, genuine meat, which has become so scarce and desired within the walls, as over-population and food shortages (the horror!) have become abundant and widespread.
Oh, how I desire her! Much more than some steak or some ribs (though, I admit those do sound good). But she is so hard to capture. Just like that boar I killed for the cooking competition. Like her, it was a fighter. But I captured that boar! And I will capture her… because I am an excellent hunter. And just how she shows no mercy to her adversaries, I will show none to her body!
However, I will not make the same mistake I made with the boar's meat. I will not just indiscriminately cook her. No, I will take my time. I will add all of the proper ingredients… I will tenderize her, season her all over, and show her my home made cooking!
Because trust me, I know how to cook, especially my favorite food: potatoes. And, as strange as it may sound, Mikasa is like a potato. Rough and course on the outside. But once warmed up, it becomes even more delicious…. and soft… and warm… and malleable...
Ehe he he he heh.
HEHEHEHEHEHE!
Prepare for a feast, Mikasa!
I've got my bow and arrow ready!