The Night of the Fight

He was such a – such a— such a….she struggled for a good way to define how terrible Levi was. She had waited all afternoon to show him how many ants she had collected. More than any of her classmates! And he had gone right ahead and tossed them away - all her effort, all her aspirations of sharing it with him.

He was such a— a bad boy! Yes, that is what he was. Very bad.

He had made her cry and then he had dragged her home. Well, at least he hadn't walked off without her…

That was a weird thought. No! He had thrown her ants away.

Mikasa repeated that out loud, like a mantra, "Levi is bad. He took my ants. And threw them away."

She was sitting on her knees on the floor of her bedroom, playing with the bunny with long ears, still slightly pink but mostly a darkening grey… - hanging it by the ears and flopping it up and down. Repeating, singing, her chant, when it struck her that the bunny was also Levi's gift. From her last birthday.

She didn't want to play with it anymore. And she did not want to fight with Levi. But she was angry. And therefore, she reasoned she should play with it.

So, she continued. And that is how her father found her later that evening. Lying on her stomach, covering the lower half of the plush toy and drooling on one of it's ears, with a fist near her mouth and another hand in another fist grabbing onto the the ever-sliding bedsheet, Mikasa was asleep.

He picked her up and tucked her into her bed. Bunny and all in her arms.

A/N: One more piece to go. Here is one of the promised pieces - enjoy! I love these tiny babies.