Mikasa looked in the mirror at herself, she had planned it, she was running away. She couldn't the ever-lasting war against the Titans any longer.
She looked at the scarlet-red scarf tied around her neck. She pulled it over her nose and took in a deep breath. Memories flooded into Mikasa's mind, like when Eren wrapped this scarf around her, and all the happy memories with her, Eren, and Armin. She felt a single tear flow down her cheek.
I thought I wouldn't mind dying, especially if it was for my brother.
Mikasa wiped away the tear and swung a long red cloak over her shoulder, clipping it in the front. The cloak covered her, arms, legs, clothes and all. All her clothes were black and white, which didn't matter since you couldn't see them anyways. Mikasa covered her shining black hair with the hood of the cloak and glanced quickly out the window.
It was pitch black, which was perfect for her to hide, other than the ground was covered in snow, that's why she was going to run away into the woods. She quickly slipped on her short black boots and opened the door carefully, slipped out, closed it behind her, and ran. Her cloak trailing behind her as she ran quietly, stealthily, and swiftly.
Weeks later, there was a cash reward if someone found Mikasa, dead or alive. Not just for treason, but that she was the best in the Survey Corps next to Captain Levi. Commander Erwin ordered that she was brought to him, and he preferred it alive. He was willing to give her a second chance, if she agreed to fight with them for the rest of her life once again. Mikasa stopped to rest at a tree and just leaned on it, she stayed standing in case she had to run again. Little did she know, there was a man dressed in all black with a black cloak and a black cloth-like mask that went from his chin to his nose, so that she couldn't see his mouth or nose, only his eyes and hair. He quietly moved behind her, then grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back into the tree. He quickly took the sword he carried in his hand up by her neck so she wouldn't try to move. The old sword had tattered white cloths tied onto it near the handle. He let go of Mikasa's shoulder and looked down into her grey eyes.
He's so familiar.
The man's eyes said everything for her, 'Come with me now, or let me kill you.'. Mikasa looked deeply into the man's. He took the sword from her neck and stood there in front of her, her back still to the tree. Mikasa reached up cautiously and pulled the black cloth from his nose down until it rested on his chin. It was Jean. Jean had been hunting her down. "J-Jean." she stuttered, would he really corner her like this for money? She tried to take a step forward but he stopped her by putting the sword to her neck again. He never spoke. Jean's eyes had a sad glint in them, but his face showed no expression. He took the sword from her neck and took off the black cloth from his chin, putting it over her mouth and giving her a small kiss. Jean slid the mask up over his mouth and rested it over his nose again. He put the sword up by her neck and cocked his head to one side, gesturing she go. Jean was going to let Mikasa free. For a while after that, Jean kept trailing Mikasa, watching her every move, without her knowledge, he was protecting her, sending every hunter off trail of her. Finally Jean came to her again, watching the black-haired girl and protecting her made him feel emotionally attached. He was dressed the same as the first day he trapped her. They walked together for a while, her hand slid into his as they walked cautiously.
"Everyone who lives here in cabins in this woods knows me as Little Red Riding Hood, the girl with the red cloak, that's what they call me when I ask for food." Mikasa murmured as the snow crunched beneath their feet.
"Do you keep your hood up?" Jean asked.
"Yes." Mikasa answered, throwing up her hood. They began to hear three voices behind them, two boys and one girl. She recognized the three voices of Hanji, Levi, and Erwin. "Run Mikasa, hide!" Jean warned before they were in sight of the three pursuers. Mikasa nodded and ran, her cloak trailing behind her footsteps.
"Kirschtein, have you seen her?" Erwin asked.
"Yes sir, I've been trailing her." Jean answered, Mikasa grabbed some pine and began sweeping the branch back and forth over the snow, sweeping away her tracks.
"Well, let's find the brat." Levi muttered impatiently. They began after the tracks until the tracks disappeared.
"Damn, she's good." Hanji commented. They looked around, it was getting dark.
"Let's head back and search again tomorrow." Erwin decided. Everyone agreed as they marched home through the deep snow. Jean looked behind him to see if he could see Mikasa, he could, she was in a low branch of a tree. Then tried to decide if he wanted to rat her out or not, he believed if he did, it'd keep her safe, if he didn't, it'd keep her happier than she would be if she was back in the military. Jean shook his head, he just couldn't decide.
Keep her happy, or keep her alive?