The space of time set between Eren's sitting down at one of the lunch tables and Sasha flying through the door was a small one. The brunette seemed to fly momentarily, her knees jutting out in front of her, and when she hit the ground, she actually skidded long enough to bump into Bertholdt and Reiner's table. Heads turned, but the onlookers quickly resumed their business; it was just normal Sasha, after all.
"Eren! Eren!" Sasha got onto her feet, a bright-red bruise in the middle of her forehead where she had smacked into the table.
"W-What is it? And Sasha, do you need that wound checked? It looks like it's bleeding."
"Never mind that right now! I need to ask you something about Mikasa!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Eren looked for his friend Armin, hoping the little blonde genius could give him a hand. Armin just shrugged. He couldn't figure out Sasha sometimes either.
"What is it?" Eren asked her.
"Umm..." Sasha's eyes darted all about as she tried to form the proper sentences, "I...I figured it was only right if I came to ask permission from Mikasa's only living family!"
"She and I aren't actually related, you know. My family just sort of adopted her when we were kids. Anyway, what is this about?"
"S-Still, you two act so close...! Um, Eren, would you...err, this is kind of hard to say, heh heh heh."
"Spit it out already."
"Would you object if I dated Mikasa?" Sasha bowed her head before the young man as she announced her request, just loud enough for everyone in the lunch hall to overhear. To say that what Eren felt in that moment was simply confusion would have been a major understatement. Sasha was a little terrified of Eren, because of his ability to turn into a raging giant, but she also held great respect for him...mostly for the same reason that she feared him. She would have willingly groveled at his feet if he so much asked for it.
Eren's brow furrowed with worry and revulsion. "You want...to date...Mikasa?"
"Who just said something about dating Mikasa?" Jean shouted from across the room.
"Mikasa is a lesbian?" Armin asked, "And so are you?" He was a little upset he didn't notice it first with his genius skills of observation.
"I...I really like her! I never thought I would at first, but I do! I really do! I want to try and make her happy, but I had to ask you first! Do I have your blessings, Eren? Please?"
Eren sighed again, taking a drink from his cup. "Sasha," he told her, "You don't need my permission or anything if you want to ask out Mikasa. I have nothing to do with that, and it's none of my business either. Do what you want."
"Eh? But...but Mikasa told me to ask...oh, never mind! Thank you so much! Thank you so much!"
"I didn't do anything." Eren waved Sasha away so he could return to his soup already.
"Thank you so much, brother-in-law!" Sasha embraced Eren with a hug that was matchable to a wrestler's vice grip, strong enough to practically cut off all circulation.
Eren sputtered, "B-Brother-in-law? You two have already gone that far already? What?"
"Don't worry, Eren, we should just ask Mikasa about it later." Armin reassured him. That proved fruitless, however, as any attempt at getting a straight answer out of the solemn, scarf-wearing woman ended in failure. It was mentally noted by Armin that Mikasa became especially defensive when they brought up Sasha, though. The only thing she denied was marriage, which was a relief for Eren, but it still left a magnitude of questions open about the two girls' true relationship.
Sasha had decided to help Mikasa undress after training one day.
"What do you think you're doing?" the Asian vixen's words, a sharp and wrathful tone of voice like rugged steel, did not go unnoticed by Sasha, yet she continued to unbutton Mikasa's shirt anyway.
"I...I just wanted to help you out, that's all. Your muscles are probably sore, so she shouldn't risk hurting yourself, even if it is just clothes." Sasha mumbled. Her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the buttons. More and more of Mikasa's bare cleavage, along with her black bra, became visible with every removed button. Sasha wanted to avoid making her stare obvious, but with Mikasa glowering at her in the same vein as a Titan, it was impossible to avoid being accused of lechery.
Sasha ran circles around her lips, to keep them wet. After a few more seconds of incessant busy work, she had finished undoing the very last button on Mikasa's shirt. The article of cloth dangled limply over Mikasa's marvelously fit body, like gates cracked open just enough to give a delicious glimpse at the treasures hidden behind them.
"I don't need your help, so stop it already." Mikasa chided her.
"But you didn't try to stop me while I unbuttoned your shirt," Sasha breathed. Her eyes were glued to Mikasa's body.
"Now that you started," Mikasa replied, "I can't really bother stopping you, can I? Do whatever you want, do you think I care?"
'Does she want it or not? I can't tell!' Sasha really hated how indecisive her lover could be, but only sometimes. Other times she found it bizarrely endearing, as she did with everything else about Mikasa. Maybe it was something about being talked down to that she liked, when the words came from a pretty woman.
Sasha continued undressing Mikasa, the latter standing still and patient, not bringing up any further complaints. It was rare, but Mikasa was willing to comply for Sasha's sake. Sasha rolled Mikasa's shirt into a ball before throwing it off to the right. There would be no need for it again tonight. Sasha's hands worked more agile now, no longer with the clumsy awkwardness of before, and she undid Mikasa's belt in seconds. Sasha started gulping for air when her lover's panties finally revealed themselves. They were undoubtedly charming. Better still, it was the underwear Sasha had given her; with the tiny cartoon bread character in the center. It was incredibly stupid, even childish, yet Mikasa wore them anyway. If that wasn't the greatest expression of their love, then Sasha didn't know what was.
"Are you almost done?" Mikasa asked. Her face was redder than her scarf already.
"A...Almost..." Mikasa's impatience stung Sasha more than anything; she had hoped Mikasa would be able to revel in the light touch of her lover, but even with the heavy blush, she seemed more annoyed than being near orgasm. Mikasa's pants dropped, crumbling at her ankles.
Sasha had an idea. It was certainly the idea of a madwoman. Maybe she'd finally snapped or maybe she'd finally had enough of Mikasa's crap, but she was no longer under control, being driven by forces and desires that stretched so far beyond her human comprehension, she might as well have claimed aliens made her do it. She pushed Mikasa down onto the bed. The potato girl did not let a second pass; she hurried to work, but this time it was ensuring Mikasa couldn't fight back as she likely would.
"W-What are you doing, Sasha?" Mikasa cried; she was actually caught off-guard.
Sasha shook her head. "I honestly don't know."
"What?"
"Please, just give me a moment."
"I'm getting up-" Mikasa started, but she was surprised to find she couldn't move her arms. They were tied down, constricted by the bed sheets. Sasha had tied her onto the bed. Only someone who'd lived on hunting most of their life could make knots this strong.
"What the hell is this?" she shrieked.
"I'm about to do something...and I'm not sure if you're going to like it, but I have to do it, because if I don't, I might just go crazy." Sasha choked. She strapped down Mikasa's legs as well, leaving the young woman immobilized and in her underwear. Her abs shined and glistened with sweat, her cheeks were red as blood and she was completely at the mercy of her salivating captor.
Sasha straddled Mikasa, and the mischievous glint in her eyes told the hostage that tonight was going to be a long one for both of them.
"Sasha...what are you doing?" Mikasa asked one last time.
"I...I..."
"When I get out of here, you are going to PAY." Mikasa threatened her. Sasha nearly gave up right then and there because, she knew what sort of ways Mikasa made those who annoyed her 'pay'. However, for a girl who had lived most of her childhood through hunger, this was one of the greatest hungers she'd ever experienced. Sasha placed her trembling hands upon Mikasa's round, pillowy breasts. Even for someone so hard, her body wasn't completely devoid of softness.
"I know that's what's going to happen, but that's why, if I'm going to do this, I need to make it worth my life as a sacrifice...for both of us."
"Goddammit, Sasha, just get off of me and untie-"
Sasha brought her face in so close that the tip of her nose made contact with Mikasa's. She closed her eyes and kissed her.
'Let's get married...'
Mikasa ended up forgiving her after the act. One of a very few rare instances.
One night during dinner, Sasha accidentally farted for real.
This occurred only a few days after the infamous incident of Mikasa accusing Sasha of flatulence in the first place, and the young woman's reputation had been left hanging in tatters since then. Sasha dropped her precious loaf of bread where she held it, even though she'd only taken a few bites. She could have died, and maybe, that would have made her feel a little less humiliated. It was like time, motion and happiness itself hit a brick wall as the gaseous explosion burst forth from her rear. She had failed to keep it from slipping out before she had the chance to sneak off to a safe location. It was because she'd eaten so many potatoes beforehand, and her gluttony had finally stabbed her in the back.
All of the color in her face was drained away, like a tap left open. Her social life was officially dead.
"Eww! What's that smell? Somebody farted!"
"Ugh, that's rancid; who the hell cut one?"
"It was so loud too! Ha ha ha!"
Sasha's lower lip quivered; she knew what was going to happen next. They would all turn their eyes on her, and she would be the main accused. She was the 'gassy woman', as she'd become unfortunately known. This time, however, she would have no chance of excusing herself, because she was the real culprit.
'No...I can't just sit here and expect the worse!' she desperately told herself, yet her hopes dwindled the longer she mused, 'Maybe they won't suspect it was me! Maybe, by sheer luck and coincidence, they'll blame someone else as the culprit! Or maybe...I should just excuse myself and pretend I had to use the bathroom! Shit, but if I did that, then they'll totally think it was me! Argh, I'm stuck!'
Suddenly, Mikasa, who was sitting beside Sasha at the time, starting to raise her hand.
'No! No no no no! Please, Mikasa! Oh God, please don't tell on me again! Why do you do these things to me? Please, please stop! I beg of you to have a benevolent soul for once...! Please!'
"I'm sorry," Mikasa announced, "But I was the one who farted."
Sasha's jaw dropped.
"Eh? It was Mikasa? Seriously?"
"W-Well...I guess...I guess that's okay!"
"Yeah, it's no big deal...everybody does it, right? Heh...heh heh..." everyone was terrified of getting on Mikasa's bad side, so everyone coincidentally agreed to drop the subject. Sasha started to literally weep over how touched she was by Mikasa's gesture.
'She...she's a Goddess, just like Krista...okay, more like a Goddess of War, but a Goddess nonetheless! Oh, I think I'm in love!'
Eren and Connie watched Sasha with some mild bewilderment. They couldn't believe that Mikasa of all people would actually fart in public, but Sasha's reaction was even stranger to them.
"Why's she crying like that?" Eren asked the other boy.
"I dunno; maybe it stinks that bad because she's sitting right next to Mikasa?"
"Hmph."
"Mikasa, wait!"
The young woman froze, her thumbs placed firmly over the triggers on her blades, her gear fully prepared to propel her off at any moment, to go investigate that roar heard deep inside the forest. Black eyes met brown. Mikasa stared at Sasha for some time, as if she was absorbing the girl's image into her memory, so she would never forget it. Sasha started blushing, despite herself. There was something odd about Mikasa at that moment, but to Sasha, she suddenly appeared so delicate, like a precious doll. It could have just been a trick of the light, but Sasha still felt that familiar tightening in her bosom return again. That feeling of love and desire that haunted her.
"What is it, Sasha?" Mikasa finally asked.
"You...you shouldn't go!" Sasha exclaimed, "You heard what I just told you, didn't you? That roar...from that Titan...it was-"
"Like the roar of a desperate animal, and whenever an animal is desperate, that's when it's most dangerous. I know." Mikasa finished for her.
"Then why are you going?"
"To protect Eren."
"You could be killed!" Sasha was shouting before she even knew it.
"I'm not going to die, but neither is Eren." Mikasa turned her gaze onto the forest depths, where the Titans had disappeared into.
Sasha lowered her head, her cheeks burning and her heart pounding. There were words that lingered on the tip of her tongue, words that she had been holding back for so long, and they were words that held direct ties to the feelings she had for her fellow soldier and fellow woman. With the unpredictable life expectancy of the Survey Corps, Sasha could die at any moment on any mission, and the same held for Mikasa as well. If she didn't say what she wanted to now, she could end up losing her only chance.
Taking Sasha's silence as begrudging compliance, Mikasa prepared to leave.
"I'm going, but I'll be back. I won't die."
The panic of a missed opportunity set in, and Sasha's head snapped up; she couldn't let Mikasa go, not without confessing first. She didn't want either of them to die without those important words being spoken. She had to be brave already. Telling someone you loved them should be a far easier deal compared to taking on a Titan.
"Mikasa, wait!"
"Why do you keep stopping me? Just say what you want to say, and stop fussing over it." Mikasa shook her head.
"B-Be careful!" At the last second, Sasha stopped those precious three words and swallowed them back down her throat. Sasha's heart sank along with them. She didn't know what it was that made her do it. This damn fear that would keep her from speaking the truth, even when she felt this much desperation. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.
"What else?" Mikasa suddenly asked.
"Huh?"
"I can see it in your eyes," Mikasa explained, and she was staring rather intensely at her partner, "You still want to tell me something else, don't you? Spit it out already. I can't waste time here for much longer. No matter what you say, I'm not changing my mind about going."
Sasha swallowed. "Mikasa...I...I lo-"
"Actually, no, you should hold on."
"...Eh?" Sasha's face fell, and she honestly wanted to tear her hair out, she was so frustrated.
"You're right about what you said. I don't intend to die any time soon, but who knows what could happen out here in the middle of Titan territory? My wishes and my intentions mean next to nothing to these monsters. There could be a large number of Titans waiting around here, and who knows how many are aberrant, intelligent enough to trick us? I just might actually die if I come across anything like that. That's why I think you should wait before you tell me, so that I can have time to respond properly if I come back. It wouldn't do much good if you told me something important and I end up dying, making it a huge waste."
"Mikasa..."
"So please, tell me whatever you wish, but only if or after we return safely from this mission. Alright, Sasha?"
Sasha nodded. There was nothing she could do but agree, even though it hurt her to have to wait even longer now.
"Thank you. I promise you I will do everything in my power to keep both myself and Eren alive."
Mikasa took flight, and Sasha watched after her, eyes focused on Mikasa's speedily shrinking back.
"...I love you."