A.N.:
In this Chapter, Ymir swears a lot. I though about changing the rating, but I leave it like this for now.
So:
WARNING: LOTS OF SWEARING, SWEAR WORDS! Don't read if you are sensitive or if you don't like swearing, please don't read it.
Also, if there are any mistakes (spelling, grammar, etc.) that's just because Ymir doesn't care. At all. M'kay?
For other warnings, etc. have a look at authors note, Chapter One.
This is the last chapter.
Thanks, for checking it out! Enjoy! ^.^
Letters to Annie
Chapter Two: Ymir
Leonhart,
I think you're not gonna read this, so I can write whatever I want. WHATEVER I want. And if someone opens this letter -while it's none of their business- and finds „disrespectful"stuff in it about our superiors or something: I DON'T CARE. This is a personal letter, smartass, and you can't do anything about it. I've checked. I asked Arlert, and he told me there's nothing you can do if it isn't about the government. That means I can really write whatever I want. If he's wrong I'm going to kill him, and there goes your little strategy genius. I'm sure, he's not needed… not at all. So, please, go and suck on something.
Leonhart. If by any chance you read this after all, there are a few things I have to tell you:
Firstly: Write back to Hoover. Just write him back, OK? He's getting on my nerves, and that's saying something.
Secondly: I'm not writing this because I want to write this. I'm not your friend. I'm not your anybody. The only blue-eyed blond person I care about is Christa. Not you, not Arlert, not Smith, not anyone else. Just to make it clear. Oh, and I don't care about other non-blue-eyed non-blond people neither. I'm only doing this because I owed Hoover a favor. A BIG favor. He told me to write you about the banquet. Something about a 'girls point of view'. Well, if he expected a praise of the pretty little guys in their pretty little clothes, he came to the wrong person.
He did oblige me to write at least two pages. UGH. But… he forgot to tell me not to uncover his little plan, heh. There it goes, Hoover! I'm sooo sorry.
Fuck, He wrote a lot to you, didn't he? Way to tell your life story, Hoover. I know because I saw the letter. I'm telling you he's into you.
He was so flustered when he noticed me reading it behind his back, it was hilarious. He yelled at me something like this: „This is private!" and run off. I don't know what did it matter, as I took it from him when he was sleeping and read it, then I put it back, unnoticed. Because I'm that good. But I read it. Read it ALL.
That little bastard! „finally gathering up enough courage to ask Christa to dance with her". Well, try to be gay in a place like this, you asshole. Or just ask your friend, Braun and he'll clear it up for you. Walls… I honestly can't believe this guy.
OF COURSE I was pissed off that I had to wear a dress. I HATE dresses. Who the fuck thought it's a good idea to force us into these horribly uncomfortable, itchy rags? But Christa was amazing in it, so if that's the prize, I'm gonna pay it a thousand times.
„not in the same room of course, haha" - What a pervert! Liking you doesn't make him stop lusting over his girl comrades. YUK!
No, I didn't look when Christa was changing, thanks for asking. I never look when the girls are changing. I'm not that kind of person, thank you, and go fuck yourself for thinking it.
Hoover also swallowed a whole book. Who the fuck writes like that? „actually" „indeed" „apparently". He spends too much time with Arlert. His letter was so boring I almost dozed off... „When you looked up, it was like the sky at night, sprinkled with stars…" A real poet, this one. And he keeps writing words differently. Just a few. What's up with that? Get your shit together, Hoover.
Don't get too excited about the HQ's ballroom. I guess it was okay, but don't imagine something spectacular. We need that money to slain titans, after all. The bed sheet idea was Ral's, as I've heard. I give her credit, she is quite creative.
Hoover doesn't even know the basic term used to extreme cleanliness in the Scouting Legion. Pathetic. Everyone knows that! It's Levi-clean, not „real-right-clean", that doesn't even mean anything! Be more social or just fucking pay attention, Hoover, if you EVER want to fit in.
Ok, the boys in the tuxedos looked slightly more presentable than usual, I give them that. They were still themselves though, and that's not a positive thing. At all.
The girls looked good, especially Christa. I'm just grateful we didn't have to wear high heels, as they gave us black shoes with flat heels. They were comfortable, which was good because the others were really into dancing. Exept Ackerman… well, she warmed up a little with Smith, though, and then she got the chance of her lifetime to dance with Yeager. Lucky night for her. Uhh, that was awkward. Everything around them is awkward. Arlert is awkward, too.
It was less awkward when Levi smooched Smith in front of everybody. I guess me and Braun aren't the only gay people in the Scouting Legion, after all. Well, good for them. I hope they had a good fuck.
The kiss was unexpected, but I think it only happened because Levi was drunk as shit at that moment. I know, I watched him. His eyes were glued on Smith the whole time. He was the sculpture of jealousy, heh.
But, Smith was the star of the night, after all. There's no doubt. The girls were all read like tomatoes, when dancing with him. He looked good, I admit. He even got me consider to like men instead of women… just joking, heh. That's impossible, you dumbass.
When I came back from smoking (yes, Hoover, I was smoking, not in the bathroom, surprise!) Christa was dancing with Braun. I swear I'm going to kill that guy one day! He's not even into girls, yet he stalks Christa just to piss me off. It's quite hard to guess if Christa's into guys too, or just terribly nice, so Braun fucks everything up! I'm going to kill him one day, so Leonhart, better warn him with a letter. Or Hoover, and he will pass the message. Just do it, OK? I'm not asking much. Two lines.
I can't blame Braun though, because when I could finally dance with Christa, it was very enjoyable. And I'm not going to tell more about dancing with her. Don't even dream about it.
The food was okay. I drank alcohol, not too much because I wanted to remember Christa in that dress. That was the whole point of the banquet for me.
Shadis was okay „indeed". What he said to Blouse („which made Ymir smirk and Christa giggle") was „How is our potato girl?". It never gets old. She couldn't answer him, partly because her mouth was stuffed with food (she looked so ridiculous and disgusting, it was kinda cute), and partly of embarassment. Speaking of which, as stoic as Ackerman is, you gotta give her credit for another great joke on Blouse. We didn't forget about that one, either. You know which one I'm talking about, heh.
At the beginning of the night, Shadis went off to ask Nanaba for a dance, when Smith begun to dance with Zoe. I don't know much about either of these women, but Zoe looked so different than usual. Her hair was in a bun and she wore a VERY RED, very pretty dress. Nanaba was wearing a deep green one. Both were sexy.
Speaking of sexy, oh my god, Petra Ral. I mean, that girl isn't extremely stunning when she is in her uniform, but now I see, why the men are so excited around her. Especially that Bossard guy. It seemed like he's gonna faint, heh. She wore a light purple dress made from a thin material, and she looked more than great.
Oh, that reminds me, when I was out smoking, I found Bossard there, as he just lit up his cigarette. He acknowledged me with a glance, and I was relieved that I don't have to get in an awkward conversation, then he started to whine about how badly he wants to ask Ral to dance. I got pissed off because I sure as hell didn't need to hear that, while I was struggling with the same situation, just much worse. He was a man, and he was asking a woman to dance. Traditional. Safe. Nothing to be surprised about, nothing to be frown upon, nothing to stare at. So I must have told him something really rude, like: „Then why the fuck don't you ask her?!", because I saw that he became indignant, and was about to pull rank on me, but I shrugged, and told him that he should just go and ask her, instead of pining over it… I believe I said that like this: „Don't be a whiny bitch, just get your ass back there, and do it!"
He was stunned and stared at me for a while, then he finally seemed to decide that dancing with Ral is more important to him than putting me in my place, so he left and I could finally have my smoke.
I would've asked Ral to dance myself if she weren't one of the most popular dancing partners of the night. Also, when she wasn't dancing, she was talking vehemently with Bossard. Pity.
Not that I would go off with someone else than Christa, of course. But looking and dancing isn't a sin, now, is it?
For a bunch of soldiers, everyone danced pretty good, especially our superiors. I don't know where did they learn it. When I was dancing with Christa… nevermind. I've said I'm not gonna say anything about it.
Hoover, nobody wants to read about your sweating. Better get that idea out of your head. You're disgusting.
It was hilarious when he danced with Zoe. You know that Hoover's fucking tall, and Zoe was leading him and it looked so funny. I'm glad he at least enjoyed the dance because all night he was standing alone like a loser, watching out of his head. Thinking about you, probably. Again, pathetic.
At least I talked to people. OK, I talked with Christa. But she likes talking with me, and if I can talk to her, why would I want to talk to others?
Hoover got a thing for the blond waitress. It's confirmed. Maybe she reminded him of you, somehow. I can't blame him. But it seemed she wanted Kirschtein. Good luck with that asshole.
Yeah, we went to see where those two idiots disappeared. Blouse and Springer, now that's a pair, Walls. It was Christa's idea of course. She was worried about them. Worried! They weren't gone for ten minutes! Well, Christa's not perfect. Close, but still not perfect. Honestly, I didn't give a fuck about those two, but if it meant that I could be with Christa alone, it was definitely worth it. I'm not going to talk about that, either. Shit, because nothing happened, that's why!
We found them in the kitchen, how surprising, and instead of making out (I hoped that if we arrived when they were doing it, maybe Christa will want to try something out as well. Yeah, great plan, Ymir, as if there were anything arousing about Blouse and Springer.), these two morons were asleep. Asleep! They were sleeping at the kitchen table, half-eaten food around them. I couldn't believe it! I'm surrounded by idiots.
So, we woke them up, and got back just when Zacharius announced the end of the night (for us, graduates). I suspect it had something to do with almost every one of us being drunk, and the fact that Kirschtein and Yaeger bumped into each other. I didn't mind that the night ended because when we got back to our quarters, Christa and I talked through the whole time until dawn.
I'm sure Christa only asked about you because she's nice. Don't get any ideas.
The banquet could've been worse, so I'm not gonna bitch about it.
That's it. It's four pages. Happy now, Hoover? If not, suck it. We are even.
I miss you too, Leonhart... Nope. You just stay there with your MP buddies, while we are dying over here. Don't mind us.
I hope I never have to write to you again. I guess Christa sends her regards. I don't.
See you never,
Ymir
P.S. : Hoover's P.S. is a lie, as I've said.
P.S. S. : Just write him back.
End of Chapter Two
THE END
Letters to Annie
5 july 2014
A.N.:
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There are multiple reasons, but I won't publish the letter what Annie wrote back to Bertholdt. But if you are interested, I can send it to you, in a private message, you just need to ask.
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Anais