Pairing: Levi x Feminine!OC/Reader
Warning: This story contains mature language, violence and character-deaths.
SPOILER ALERT!
Abbreviation:
(h/l) = hair length
(h/c) = hair colour
(f/n) = first name
(l/n) = last name
(e/c) = eye colour
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~Chapter 1 - Flashback~
-Flashback-
I was only 4 years old when I became homeless. My parents died from starvation and I was on the edge to end up just like them, dumped in the sewers. I would sit in an alley with rags covering my dirty body barely having any energy to raise my head to look at the people passing by me. Everyone was selfish, thinking about themselves.
But who was I to blame them, they also needed food to survive, and everyone that lived in the underground had barely food to survive themselves, why in the world would they give it to me? I was just one of those hundreds of kids who were starving. What made me so special to get to eat food?
But then one day, out of nowhere, a short boy with a dark-coloured cape walked down the alley. The shadows from the ruins surrounding us blocked his face and made him unrecognizable. The sound of his boots clanging to the stone tiles rang in my ears. I shut my eyes, too tired to keep them open.
Judging by the sound of the boy's boots, he had stopped right in front of me. I slowly lifted my head to see him. Saliva was quickly formed inside my mouth when I saw the warm bread that was held in his slim hand. Drool leaked out of the corners of my mouth and rolled down to my chin. My eyes widened, I knew what bread was, but the only kind of bread I got to eat was cold hard ones. This was freshly baked.
The boy went down on one knee and tangled his free hand into my (h/l), messy (h/c) locks. He tilted my head upwards for a better look of my face. While he studied my facial features, I tried my best to study his, but the shadow caused by the hood kept his face, still, a secret.
"Filthy…"
The boy mumbled to himself with a slightly disgusted voice. He then raised his voice and asked for my name.
"(f-f/n)"
I answered after swallowing the saliva that prevented me from speaking.
"Nice to meet you, (f/n). Do you want this bread?"
I nodded hastily. My body needed food; I can't survive another day without it. I was thirsty and hungry and desperate after food. I would have literally done anything to get even just a bite out of that bread.
"Then don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
He handed me the bread and before he even had the time to reconsider his move, I ripped the bread out of his hands and devoured it like a mad dog. I heard how the boy muttered how disgusting I was and wondered where my manners where under his breath. But I didn't care; I was too busy eating to think of getting offended by my saviour's words.
I froze when I suddenly felt the boy's arms wrapped around me. He picked me up bridal style and started walking down the dark alley. Which direction, I wasn't paying attention.
I was young at that time, only 4 years old, but I was smart enough to know that I was in trouble. Mom used to tell me to never talk to strangers. This was on a whole another level; this boy was carrying me, taking me away. But mom isn't here, is she?
I played different scenarios in my mind and started thinking of a way to escape.
The boy noticed.
"Like I said, you don't have to be afraid. I won't hurt you. Now don't make me repeat myself."
His voice was threatening; he really did hate repeating himself.
I nodded, but still didn't give up on thinking up an escape plan. My body was extremely weak at that time. I had been sitting in that alley for a few days in a row to keep in the body heat and to save my energy, so biting his hand to get a few seconds head start and then running away would be meaningless. This boy moved around smoothly and swiftly, which meant that he was in top shape. Another reason why running away would be a bad choice.
Or, I could just wait and see where he would bring me and judging by the situation then, I will think of a plan. If he had wanted to kill me he wouldn't have given me that freshly baked bread and he would most certainly not pick me up and carry me away since I was so filthy. Bread was very expensive and valuable here in the undergrounds, and judging by his reaction of my dirty face, he hated filthy things.
I wasn't surprised when my eyelids felt heavier and heavier. His smooth movements rocked me to sleep and his body heat felt like a warm blanket tightly wrapped around me. It was a feeling I've never remembered having.
My body felt odd. To begin with, I don't feel the usual emptiness and couldn't hear the recognizable growling noise coming from my stomach.
My back was resting on something cool and soft, and over my body laid a white blanket with laces on the sides that someone had put with care. Not a single crease was on the blanket.
I was in a room alone with sparkling clean furnishings. The wooden door was shut and on the navy blue couch, which was placed beside the door, was the same bistre coloured cloak and straps that the boy who saved me wore.
Speaking of the boy, the door opened. I was surprised with what I saw, on the other hand, I didn't know what to expect.
The boy, a teenager, with short, straight black hair styled in an undercut and intensive grey eyes moved closer to me with confident steps. He had well-developed muscles all over his body. His expression was calm and in a slight frown. The teenager had a perfectly sized white shirt and a brown vest. His muscular legs were covered with a pair of slim dark grey pants.
"See that you are awake, how are you feeling?"
His voice was soothing. I cleared my throat and said as politely as I could.
"I am feeling great. Thank you, sir."
"Call me Levi."
"Ok, Levi-sir."
-Time skip (6 years later) -
"Levi! Please don't hurt me."
Levi smirked.
"If you want to be as good as me, you can't act like a brat!"
Levi launched forward towards me, I ducked and managed to get away from his extended arms. But he didn't stop there, with a swift kick from behind, he kicked me down to the gravel and then pinned me down, his smirk got wider.
We were located on an empty field with his friends Isabel and Farlan. Isabel and Farlan joined Levi's 'team' one year after me. But they were twice my age, which meant they could train with the 3DMG. Apparently, according to Levi, I was too young to use it.
"Brats like you don't need to have a broken bone at such a young age." he would say every time I ask him why I couldn't start my training.
Isabel and Farlan cheered, claiming that I've made process.
"(f/n)! That was awesome! You managed to dodge one of his punches! HOORAY!"
Surprisingly, that made me feel better. Levi was in spite of everything, a very strong person, no, thug. You wouldn't think otherwise if you knew that Levi was the leader of the Underground Criminal Organisation, shortened with UCO. Only a few people knew the latter fact.
Levi would receive letters from nobles or rich people about a job; usually it would be about assassinating someone or stealing something and according to his reward, he would either go through with it or use the paper as a cleaning appliance.
Since the day I moved in with Levi, he had given me special training. He started with my stamina. And just so that you know, my young age never stopped him from giving me punishments. In fact, it actually encouraged him. Some might see him as a sadistic, but I see him as a great 'teacher' that really wants me to learn, and punishments was his way on teaching.
Levi didn't only teach me combat, but also tactic and logical thinking, strategy in different situations, manners and, most importantly according to him, cleaning.
"How can you be a good fighter if you can't even mop the floor properly?"
To be honest, Levi has given me more cleaning and 'Grow-some-manners' lessons than combat lessons. Creepy fact, but that is what happens when your 'teacher' is a clean-freak and perfectionist.
At the age of ten, I started training my body physically. Every night, my whole body would be sore from all the exercise I've received. Muscles started to build on my lean figure and soon, I could categorise myself as fit.
2 years later, I started my 3DMG training, which was 3 years before planned. It was because of my height, I was tall for a 12 year old, and I was actually taller than Levi at that time. When Isabel confronted Levi about me, a 12 year old, being taller than him, a 28 year-old, he refused to talk to us for a whole week and cancelled all lessons.
Levi enjoyed being my teacher, though he never said he was proud of me directly, I knew he was. I know that by his conversation with Isabel.
"Levi, how's (f/n)'s training going?"
"Fine."
"Come on, more details. You know how much I want to see her training, but I have work to do so I can't. Tell me, is she improving, is she better than me?"
"It's going fine. Yes, she is improving. Honestly, she is better than any 12 year old I've ever met and probably the best 12 years old at this moment. If she keeps up, she'll have a chance to live a better life than I did and make changes to this disgusting world."
"Don't say that…."
"I don't need your pity. Now if you'd leave, I have letters to answer."
I've never understood what he meant with 'live a better life than I did and make changes to this disgusting world'.
I knew that we lived in a harsh world, living in the sewers wasn't something anyone'd call a 'good lifestyle'. But how was me having good combat skills going to change the fact I'm an underground criminal? Knowing how to fight is a good skill, especially if you live in the underground district like us. But how is it going to give me a better life? How much I train and sharpen my combat skills, I knew I would never be as good as Levi. So what did he mean?
"(f/n)."
I looked up to the oh-so-familiar voice.
"Yes, Levi?"
"Do you trust my judgements? This isn't some cheesy shit, you know what I mean. If I told you something was wrong, would you follow my judgements without questioning me?"
I thought for a while. He liked saying things that you would understand in the future. Sometimes, he himself doesn't even know why he asked the questions he asked in the past.
"Well, it really depends on the situation. Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering."
-End of Flashback -