Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan or the characters of Attack on Titan. But the idea and some of the characters are mine.

Pairing: Levi x Mikasa (I strongly ship them! Hope my readers are in the same boat as me~)

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Chapter 2: Right Match?


Mikasa awoke to the rays of light from her window. The sun had flashed its almighty aura through the curtains, forcing every being to bow to its greatness.

It seemed like her hangover was not as awful as she thought it would be, after popping two aspirins from her medical chest before she headed off to bed the night before.

What a hell of a night, she reminisced the blind date that went terribly wrong since the beginning.

Levi.

She tested his name on her tongue again, recalling how his half hooded eyes looked straight into her onyx orbs. Her heart pounded ferociously at the way his deep, low voice breathed her name. Almost sexually caressing her through the air that wrapped around them. And she was grateful the darkness of the street and subdued car light was able to shade her tingled pink cheeks.

Oh, how his touches and kisses would feel like. She thought secretly as she licked her lips in anticipation.

"MI-KA-SA!" yelled a voice from the entrance.

Feeling grumpy when her petty imagination was broken, Mikasa lazily combed her hair with her fingers, sent her blanket flying and grabbed a grey satin robe to cover the thin night gown around her body before tramping towards the door. She cursed lowly at the source of the voice that polluted her languid Sunday morning.

"Sasha, you are really-"

Before Mikasa could finished her sentence, Sasha bumped into her apartment by pushing her to the side of the door and slammed the door shut.

"Mikasa, ac-actually, I intended to inform you that yesterday's dinner was postponed because Eld Jinn had to fly to Seattle for an emergency business trip. By-by the way, he'll be back in three days' time and we'd rescheduled the dinner to next Saturday!" admitted the frightened reddish brown haired woman without looking into Mikasa's eyes.

The startled woman's eyes jumped all over the apartment, herself before finally landed on the fuming woman in front of her. Her breath accelerated and bit her bottom lip fretfully to freeze her quiver. She was like a threatened squirrel under Mikasa's hawk eyes, waiting to be slaughtered any minute.

"You should've updated me on the status yesterday. They have phones in the restaurant," Mikasa deadpanned, voice like subdued thunder.

"I-I wanted to. B-but, I got caught up with another matter. Then I…"

"Conveniently forgotten about it?"

Sasha yelped silently. Droplets of sweats started forming on her forehead and palms. "Er-Er…Mi-Mikasa, I'm sorry! I went on a date with Connie and I just recalled about you in the wee hours of the morning. I thought- I guessed- I believed that you should've gotten back home after a while, since you will never allow yourself to wait for more than twenty minutes…" Sasha rambled softly, her voice almost inaudible towards the end of her confession.

As Sasha scanned Mikasa's face for a reaction, the eerie silence hung in the air like the suspended moment. She expected to bear the burn of the raven haired woman's wrath. Instead, she observed a faint swift upward curve plastered on Mikasa's face in spilt seconds.

Sasha's eyes widened with jolt. It was like a discovery of a new paradise on earth to her.

This woman seldom smiled, or even displayed any signs of interest. Especially when Eren and Armin were away.

Her lips would normally either formed a thin straight line or curved downwards in discontentment. When it went up, something out of the blue must had happened!

She knew this marvelous woman in front of her was an illustrious lawyer in town despite her young age. Her gorgeous oriental features and astonishing abilities enslaved countless men – be it her male colleagues, bosses, clients and even strangers on the street. They presented her every kind of gifts, from bouquet of flowers, cars, jewelries, and even houses to seek her attention. Obviously, none of them succeeded since none could earn her recognition.

The pony tail haired woman went panic as she begun to wonder whether Mikasa would rather live and die alone than pick a man from the pool. She yelled and nagged and complained and forced her best friend to settle on a man. There was hell no way, not a chance she will leave Mikasa alone.

Sasha blinked in amazement, her lips curved into a sneaky smirk and approached the reticent woman. Her steps were as light as feather, voice like melting honey when she whispered into the shell of Mikasa's ear, "what happened yesterday? Did you met someone?"

Mikasa's dark orbs widened when she snapped at Sasha's queries. This woman smelt something fishy.

"Give me the time and venue for next Saturday's meet up," Mikasa shrugged and drove Sasha off her attention, baiting her to get rid of the topic she brought up.

Sasha narrowed her eyes, a vertical wrinkle was formed between her eyebrows. Her lips pursed slightly, undoubtedly cheesed off with the indifferent behaviour of Mikasa.

Before she blasted another follow up question, Mikasa's glares put her intentions into a standstill. She frowned and pouted reluctantly. Then, she flashed Mikasa's phone from her bag, "I'd forwarded the details to you. You should be meeting him tonight at the Il Vittoria Restaurant at seven o'clock sharp."

"No cancellations?"

"Confirm no!"

"Blue rose on the table?"

"No, pink rose this time. It was supposed to be red rose the last round but somehow... I think Hanji accidently arranged the same colour for two tables and somehow the waiters only reserved one table…" Sasha mumbled the last part of the sentence, only audible to herself.

Mikasa sighed lightly and nodded with a faint grin. Sasha smiled in awe and hugged her friend passionately, her voice was half way between a whisper and whimper, "again, I want you to be happy. You deserve to be."

"I will. You should stick to Connie as long as you can. He's a good chap," Mikasa replied. Her voice softened and fumbled Sasha's hair playfully, feeling blessed to have an understanding female friend.

Sasha gave her the brightest smile and responded favorably, "of course! Now, let's get you some suitable clothes and shoes."


"Mikasa, you will be at the La Gardenia Restaurant tonight at seven o'clock sharp. Find the table with a blue rose. I bet you will recognize that man right away since he looks very much like a Casanova," jabbered the reddish brown haired woman as she racked the raven haired lady's wardrobe for a suitable dating dress.

"Sasha, just get me a simple black dress," intoned Mikasa while she lay on her bed, playing some childish games on her phone, to kill time.

Sasha roared irascibly as she searched high and low for that sexy red dress which she gave to Mikasa on last Christmas, the perfect dress to wear to a date.

"You have a pair of glorious boobs, a pair of toned ass, a curvy body and a pair of never ending legs. Use them!" she hissed at the dark onyx orbs.

Mikasa rolled on her bed with a snort. "I'm not going there like a hooker. Just get me a decent dress."

"Ah. Finally! Wear this and those!" chortled Sasha as she tossed the red dress and a pair of four-inch high red open-toe stilettos to Mikasa.

Mikasa frowned at the article and shoes. Those were the last thing that she would put on her body. The dress would reveal half of her boobs and glimpses of her legs from the high slit. She was not going to impress some stranger in some fancy restaurant.

Just before she could reject, Sasha busted her and snatched her hand phone from her possession.

"Hey, Sasha-"

"Ah ah, you are NOT going to take a phone to the date since you will stick your face to that phone rather than focusing on the man in front of you. Those are the only things you are going to wear tonight or I will crash your phone right now," Sasha warned forcefully and she slipped out of Mikasa's room at the speed of the lightning.

"SASHA!"

"Have fun, Mikasa! I'll return your phone tomorrow morning! By the way, his name is Eld Jinn!" Sasha dashed out of the apartment and banged the door shut behind her after leaving the ridiculously mystified and raged woman.

The dark onyx orbs woman ran her fingers through her hair agitatedly, remorseful of agreeing to the blind date, yet, she was under the gun to comply.

She arrived at the restaurant in her pearl white Lexus IS250 fifteen minutes before the scheduled time. Once she parked her car, a chic black Lamborghini Aventador slipped into the parking lot next to hers. She ogled the dashing vehicle, her dream car to own, a prestigious status to display.

The car door cracked open, revealing its owner, an unexpectedly short but sophisticated man exited the car. The door was not the standard scissor doors, but was customized to the conventional ones. Perhaps his arms were too short to reach the scissor ones, Mikasa thought obscenely. To her resentment, the owner had negligently flung his door overly wide and it hit her cherished possession. She frowned, brows formed into a straight line in aggravation.

Swiftly, she walked out from her car and halted the man in his tracks.

"Hey, you owe me a compensation for that."

The man turned his head slackly towards Mikasa's direction. His sharp eyes followed her tapping fingers towards the door of the front passenger seat. A scratch had been formed and the paint of the car had came off. Mikasa leaned against her car, hands crossed beneath her chest, and fixed her glares at the short man, inaudibly forcing the man to respond.

She was expecting a formal and placid apology from the polished looking man. Conversely, the man rolled his eyes and retorted mockingly, "you should be able to repair that kind of insignificant scratch on your own. Go to any stores and get something called 'car scratch remover' and you can restore it in no time."

The man then continued his journey into the restaurant, leaving the woman in a struck dumb state.

Mikasa quickly restored from the shock, she got tremendously hot under the collar and stormed into the restaurant. She casted an eye over the restaurant and found the insolent man, soundlessly seated, hands occupied with the menu.

With further ado, she ignored the trembled waitress and flounced towards Levi's table. Her hefty steps created fire trails as she slammed her fists onto the table, causing the cutlery to wobble.

Levi's brows twitched in displeasure while his eyes shot piercing glares towards the seething woman.

"What else do you want? Payment for the lotion?" Levi asked monotonously, his face remained dull and emotionless.

"I demand a proper apology from you," Mikasa blasted hard rock bullets at the man.

Levi ignored the woman and checked the time on his stylish wrist watch, growling lowly as he stared into the empty seat across his table.

Mikasa caught his stares and her eyes netted the blue rose on the table. She literally screamed out loud in her breath to realising that this man was her blind date.

"Shit," she blabbered.

The atmosphere turned ice cold as Levi watched Mikasa took her seat across him. Her dead orbs darted from the blue rose to him as an inaudible answer to his forthcoming question.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," Levi goaded, his face went paler every second. He let out an abysmal sigh and leaned back onto his seat, hands rested on the sides of his arm chair.

"Nice to meet you, shorty."

"Nice to meet you, brat."

That was the kickoff of their inferno's anthem.


"You better come out with a fucking good reason to explain yourself before I throw you off the window from my fifty-first floor office tomorrow," snarled the man. His expression was surprisingly calm, despite the vulgar use of words. They were at an outdoor café located at downtown New York. He had to meet her on such luminous Sunday morning to retrieve his phone, although he would rather stay in his shell.

The woman still managed to ignore his growing temper and joked openly, "I'm sorry, Levi! Petra had a last minute meeting that dragged till midnight. Well, since I'd confiscated your phone and I had no other ways to contact you and I forgotten that I could just call up the restaurant, so I decided to just let you have your dinner there and go home after that."

"Seriously? Leave me hanging there without an update? I really should crack open that nuisance head of yours to check its content. I bet most of them are nothing but rotten dead cells."

"You probably figured the woman will not be showing up anymore after thirty minutes of wait. I had to peel my face off to get a reservation in that restaurant! I believed that you owe me a thank you instead. How's the food? They had one of the best wines in the city too," rambled Hanji and her topic drove off the initial purpose of her meeting Levi that afternoon.

Levi frowned and barked in annoyance to grab her attention, "you mentioned that the dinner will be rescheduled. When? Can I dismiss her? I don't feel like meeting another woman again."

Hanji's pupils enlarged in shock, her eyeballs were amplified behind her glasses, causing Levi to take a little step back from her avid look. He cursed inwardly for slipping an unwanted information to the lunatic.

"Levi, I want you to be honest."

"I am honest."

"You met someone, didn't you?"

"No."

"You're lying!"

"Shut up. Just give me the details."

Just before Hanji could fire back at the man, her phone rung and Levi accidently stole a glimpse at the caller ID. Eld Jinn.

Hanji answered the phone and begun her long winded chatters. Levi sipped his tea graciously as he fixed his eyes on the walkway that was filled with numerous people of different fashion and appearance. He stared lazily into the distance while waiting for Hanji to finish her phone call.

Hanji darted her attention from her cup of coffee to the flock of people. She noticed that there were a number of women of different looks– refined, petite, stunning, decent, cute, peeped at the handsome man in front her, as usual. They were either stammering, lips punched, head bowed, making themselves as special as they could to catch the man's attention. To their disheartenment, Levi never lay an eye on any of them.

His coolness, attractiveness and lavishness were his bullets to shoot down his prey. He also had endless wealth in his pocket with the achievements of his company. But unfortunately, this man was never the one to initiate a move. He would bury himself with work rather than wasting time on a woman. He was basically married to his job.

He owned a renowned telecommunication company; a penthouse in one of the most prestigious condominiums in the city; a collection of chic super sports cars; shelves of ancient yet luxury tea leaves; a cabinet of sophisticated watches, but he had been alone for a very, very long time.

Which was why, as close friends of his, Hanji and her partner Erwin Smith had been trying dead hard to create opportunities for their friend to settle down with a woman, worthy for him, since he will be marching into forties in a few years' time.

"Ah, Eld. Pink rose, ok? I repeat, PINK ROSE! Don't go to the wrong table, ok? For God's sake, I should be kicking Levi's ass for sending you off to Seattle!"

Levi arched a brow at the raged woman at the mentioned of his name.

"This Saturday, Il Vittoria Restaurant at seven o'clock sharp, got it? I'll text you the details again. Good luck with your work, bye!"

Levi scowled in his breath. This Saturday. Eld.

I'm supposed to meet Eld Jinn tonight.

A sweet voice rung gallingly in his brain. His lips twitched, but he maintained his façade and sipped his tea serenely with his unusual cup holding posture – fingers laced around the mouth of the cup instead of its elflike ear.

Eld will be meeting Mikasa, for real, this time. She might fall in love with him since he was a fine gentleman and feminist. The night might end later than expected and Eld might even steal a kiss from the beauty. She did not hit him as a woman that would release her armor to a man whom she just met, but who knows what would happen along the way? Knowing his subordinate well, Levi knew that Eld was a man of his word.

A pang of jealousy washed over him. Levi's fingers curled tightly around his cup, white knuckles from clenching his fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent.

"Levi? Hello? Knock knock? Anybody at home?"

He raised his half lidded eyes from his cup to look at the concerned woman in polka dots blouse and ripped jeans. Swallowing back all his wrath, he replied monotonously, "what?"

Hanji adjusted her glasses and let out a sigh, she frowned at the man in white polo shirt and jeans. "I'd rescheduled with Petra. Your date will be on this Saturday at the Il Vittoria Restaurant at seven o'clock sharp, find the table with a blue rose."

Levi blinked faintly and muttered his query aloud, "I thought you arranged Eld to meet someone in that restaurant, same date and time too?"

Hanji giggled softly and chirped, "I've got special discounts for securing two tables. Erwin knew the owner of the restaurant. It would be easier for us to pass down the messages directly to his employees."

"Don't screw me up this round," Levi warned in a stern temper.

"Never!"

"Fine. I will be on time."

"Great! I'm such a spectacular love cupid for arranging the meeting of four people with different personalities. Ah, I'm not sure about the other girl though since she's my co-worker's best friend. At least, I did a great favour by arranging her to meet one of the finest men in town," babbled the pony tailed woman proudly. She folded her arms around her chest and shot a victorious wink towards the man across the table.

Levi rolled his eyes and snorted lowly. Mikasa was never the type of woman he would consider as a partner. She was everything he hated - arrogant, haughty, obstinate, insolent. Ironically, she was his mirror, his shadow, a reflection of himself. All his past partners were obedient, malleable and ladylike and they certainly under no circumstances dared to challenge his leverage.

Yet, here he was forlornly drawn to a woman who would snobbishly reign his dictatorship and egoism. And he would even allow it unflinchingly.

That thought snapped Levi alertly. He was fearful of that unfamiliar feeling, the feeling of wanting to succumb to a woman, someone whom he barely knew. Before he drowned himself, Levi erased the thought from his brain and stood from his seat, straightened his shirt and patted his jeans, then he took the bill from the table and headed towards the counter, after leaving a final note.

"See you tomorrow at work."


Chapter 2 end