(I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin. ouo)
The night sky was pitch black, save for the barely-discernible gleam of stars scattered across the vast space up above. In this city, it was a rare sight to be seen. Through the pollution and corrupt minds of both government and gang members, there was no time to be able to see what they were all ruining.
Every man for himself, that's how it was in this dreary place. The pavement shone in the darkness from unknown-preferably so-liquids reflecting dim and flickering streetlights. It was silent, to an extent, but this neighborhood was infamous for much more.
A dark, ominous figure lingered in the darkness of the place, for the light didn't seem to reach it. They sat upon a crate, stacked upon another, leaning against a brick wall. Their left leg dangled off, while the right was pulled up, nearly touching their chest. The most noticeable thing about them was the cigarette placed between invisible but undeniably thin, pale lips. A drag was taken every few moments, the end lighting up like the only fire that would stay true, before smoke was blown away, rising toward the heavens as it twisted and turned around itself before disappearing completely.
A gunshot was heard, but the figure didn't even jump. Instead, they merely chucked the butt of the cigarette on the ground, grinding it into the ground with a black heel, belonging to an immaculately-clean boot.
They stuffed their hands in the pockets of black skinny jeans, stepping out into the pale light as they stood in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up.
Black hair, parted in the middle with an undercut swished softly as the pale face turned to look at the distanced stars, gazing with silver eyes that were hardened through what they've seen.
The man sighed softly, to the point where the gush of air was nearly inaudible. He turned his head to look in one direction of the street, debating on whether to pull another cigarette out of the pocket of his black trench coat, a cliche but the only thing they offered that didn't look as tacky. On the sleeve, an insignia of black and white wings crossing over each other was apparent.
Currently, he was a little pissed off.
This man in particular was part of a strange gang, to say in the least. The Survey Corps. focused on doing some dirty work for the government, but for the more intelligent and less corrupted side.
Before he'd joined, the raven had no clue that any people of the sort existed like that.
They've been doing this for a while, he learned, and now, there was a major problem.
But only the gang leader knows about it. Erwin Smith, to be exact. The raven cursed under his breath, wondering what on earth the mysterious blond with a tacky toupee (or so he thinks) thought he was doing, deciding to send his men out to kill without a reason.
To be honest, he wasn't particularly fond of being on the blind side when he went about his business.
Business by orders, at that.
He was snapped out of his reverie of anger when his phone went off, vibration instead of noise because God forbid he get caught with a phone call when sneaking around.
Not that vibration helped much but it was worth something, he mused.
Pressing the answer button, he held the phone up to his ear, and let out a grunt instead of asking who it was.
"Levi, I need to talk to you." A female voice sounded, unusually urgent.
"You're talking to me now." Levi replied, in a smart- ssed tone.
"Not now, Levi. Don't tell Erwin about this, but I found out what's been putting him on the edge as of late."
"Enlighten me, then." He urged her to continue, and she took a deep breath.
"The Titan Recreation Project." Her voice was hard, and Levi stiffened.
"... Why on earth is that idiot getting himself involved with something of the sort?" Levi questioned angrily. He had not the slightest clue on what the details were, but the gist of it: it was dangerous and someone could get killed.
"He's not the only one involved, Levi."
"That's fan-f#cking-tastic. Who else is involved?"
"You know how I told you vague details about when I worked for Grisha?"
"Hn."
"Well, his last name was Jaeger. I left that part out."
"So... He's the one who caused this in the first place?" He hissed between his teeth, even more furious now than previously.
"Yeah. Even more, the last test subject, the perfected one that got away? That was his son."
"Sick b stard..." He murmured, "Why would anyone do that to their own child?"
"Grisha was never okay. Not mentally, that is. I guess he always thought work was more important."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Silver orbs observed their surroundings as he checked for anyone who might be listening.
"I thought it would be up and dealt with by now, but apparently, two years will never be enough. The fact that those pigs didn't find him by now is a surprise to me. While they were lazing around, anyone else could have found him first."
"That's not a good thing." he mused.
"I don't like your tone of voice," she responded, words laced with suspicion.
"Looks like someone else is going to get involved." She could almost hear the smirk when he spoke out his parting words to her.
"Wait, Levi, you can't-." He hung up, shoving his phone in the pocket.
"I haven't had fun in a while. Maybe it's time to indulge myself... and get revenge on the b stard who decided to leave his subordinate in the dark about the matter at hand." A challenging simper adorning his pale, handsome features.
"Bring it on."