A/N: Hello! Since I've also fulfilled a bunch of RivaMika/LeviMika one-shot prompts on my Tumblr (fuku-shuu) in addition to the existing uploads in my FFnet profile, I figured I should probably publish these individually here as well. Please enjoy and review! :)
P.S. If you desire a continuation for any of these, just review or PM me. I cannot guarantee that sequels will manifest, but some of these ideas are definitely worth further exploration!
Originally Written: November 23rd, 2013
Prompt: Levi & Mikasa as rebel teens - Anon on Tumblr
"And? Who the fuck are you?"
The underclassman girl in Levi's line of vision barely flinched at his crude choice of words. Her posture was one of complete indifference, with her relaxed spine and bottom of one shoe leaning against the dingy alley wall, a single raised leg bent at a most acute angle. Besides the ripped dark grey t-shirt that shared the color of her eyes, she was dressed in denim so black it highlighted the paleness of her skin even more. Had it not been for the faint rosiness of her mouth and the crimson fabric encircling her neck, she would have embodied a palette of monotony, a daunting, greyscale figurehead in his prismatic world of petty crimes and misdemeanors.
She raised her arm at a lethargic pace, the frail end of her cigarette dangling between almost elegant fingers before reaching its destination. Those placid pupils glanced at him with accusation before shifting back to the ground, delivering an admonishing message within a nanosecond. You know who I am.
Indeed, he had lied. He knew exactly who she was and how the rumors of her reputation had already saturated the student body gossip channels since her first step unto the school grounds earlier in the day. Mikasa Ackerman, juvenile delinquent. Institutionalized at a tender age 9 for mysterious reasons surrounding some type of felony. Now, a mere freshman but already amongst the most feared.
"I want to join your crew." The smoke that drifted from between her lips blew back towards her defined profile, forming a makeshift mask of whitish wisps that embraced every plane and angle. "I hear that you and the other seniors are an intimidating bunch."
Face of an angel and heart of a devil. He had to hide his smirk. Well then, this is going to be an interesting school year.