Mikasa was jolted awake to the sound of gunshots and explosives. There were rarely moments in her life where she was caught off guard, but being shocked awake was something she could never get used to. She turned to find the tv still on, with some action movie playing. She sighed, looking back up at the ceiling. It was Saturday, but nothing came to mind on how she should spend it. Resigned to the boring day ahead of her, Mikasa stretched and slowly got up from the couch. One look at the clock showed 10am.
"Breakfast time," she mumbled, shuffling slowly to the fridge. Expecting to see at least one edible thing in the fridge, she was honestly shocked to find nothing. There was only one lonely bottle of water that wasn't even half full. Mikasa blinked, staring at the contents of the fridge, not believing that the water bottle was all there was left. Not giving up yet she immediately opened the freezer, only to be met with the same fate. There were only ice cubes in there.
Mikasa groaned. Grocery shopping wasn't exactly how she wanted to spend her day off, but the condition of the fridge was unacceptable. She usually put off grocery shopping as long as she could, until there was almost nothing left in the fridge. Turning her head to stare out the window, she had to remind herself that going outside was good for you. In fact, many people she knew managed to make going outside a daily part of their life.
"Grocery shopping it is."
...
Walking to the supermarket wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. It was a nice day, and the streets weren't crowded. Clouds in the sky provided a nice amount of shade, and there was a slight breeze. Coming up to the supermarket, she walked slowly through the doors. There was no rush. Besides, what was she rushing for? To get back to her apartment? That was a joke.
Walking through the aisles focused on searching for the items she needed, Mikasa was the only one in the area who didn't hear the crash. What happened next was too loud to ignore, and she ended up jumping a little in shock.
"What the hell man! Get your ass outta there and run!"
"Can't you see I'm stuck! I can't go anywhere!"
What the hell was that? Mikasa walked to the end of the aisle, and started to look carefully into the next one where the noise came from. Before she was two steps in, a figure came barreling into her. She ended up falling onto the floor, while the one who ran into her just stumbled a little.
"Oi! What the fu-" the person turned around to look at Mikasa, anger turning into recognition.
"Hey…you're burger girl." She stated, pointing a finger at Mikasa.
Fuck no. That was not going to be a new nickname or something. Mikasa quickly stood up, fully prepared to punch the girl who she now recognized as Ymir in the face.
"The name is Mikasa. And get your hand out of my face."
Ymir smirked, but listened. "So, nice to see you burger girl, but I do not want to have to clean up the mess back there so I should get going. With any luck, Sasha has already been blamed for everything."
With that, Ymir quickly walked off. Mikasa just stood there, until she decided to find out what Ymir was trying to get away from. Walking into the aisle that she ran out of, she almost turned back around in shock. Items that belonged on the shelves were now all over the floor. There was a shopping cart in the middle of the mess, but instead of objects in the cart, there was a person. And that person seemed very interested in the task of getting herself out of the cart she was stuck in.
"Sasha..." Mikasa said softly without thinking.
Sasha, hearing her name, paused at trying to get out of the cart and turned her head. Her face lit up the second she saw Mikasa. "Mikasa! Have you come to save me?"
"…Save you?"
"You see, I let Ymir drive."
Mikasa blinked, waiting for more of an explanation since none of what Sasha said made sense.
"You let Ymir drive?" she asked slowly, when it became clear that Sasha saw her explanation as a good one. She immediately regretted it when Sasha began to angrily rant about the incident.
"Yeah, when I was little I always rode in the cart whenever I had to go shopping. I still do since its fun, even though Ymir says I'm too old for it. When we came here to get some stuff Krista wanted I thought I would ride in the cart because I always do. Ymir always drives the cart since she likes to "accidentally" ram into other people with it as hard as she can. Today of course was no different and she drove as recklessly as always. This would be like the tenth time she's caused an accident, and as usual, she leaves me, the injured passenger, to die while she makes her getaway." Sasha finished the rant with a huff, and began to pout. "I'm never getting out of this thing."
The obvious cry for help reached Mikasa. However, actually helping was an entirely different story. She didn't want to help. This was the same person who stared at her weirdly simply because she handed her a bag of food. Now, she was stuck in a cart talking about it like she was just in a car accident.
"Do you always cause this much trouble?" Mikasa hadn't meant to say it, but she was finding herself getting annoyed fast.
Sasha laughed nervously. "Well…it depends on how you define trouble."
Mikasa stared for a moment, finally deciding she couldn't just walk away. She wasn't that heartless. Walking to the side of the cart, she contemplated on how she could get Sasha out. However, that was decided in a second as Sasha held out her hand to be pulled out. Staring at the hand, Mikasa narrowed her eyes. She agreed to help, but that meant doing it her way.
She slowly lifted her leg and put her foot on the side of the cart. Sasha looked confused. "Wait…what are you doing?"
Mikasa started to tip the cart over. Sasha realized what was happening, and her eyes widened in disbelief. Before she could say anything, the cart fell to the side with a crash and she rolled out. The crash was louder than Mikasa expected, and for a brief moment she wondered if Sasha was okay. Wondering was pointless, as she got up a second later.
"Not the kind of help I expected, but I guess it worked." Sasha said, wincing at the pain. "You could have just taken my hand, but it's better than ditching like Ymir did, so tha—wait! Where are you going?"
Mikasa had already begun walking down the aisle. She helped, so there was absolutely no reason to talk to Sasha anymore. Before she could turn the corner, Sasha jumped in front of her, blocking her way.
"Wait, you never let me finish what I was…" for the second time in a row, Sasha stopped what she was saying. The look she was receiving was anything but friendly. Mikasa expected her to move out the way, like everyone else did when she looked at them like that. It not only didn't work, but Sasha seemed to be smiling now.
"Ha! You're gonna have to do better than that. I hang out with Ymir a lot you know." Sasha stated proudly.
Was that really something to be proud of? Also, why the hell didn't she move out of the way? For the first time ever, Mikasa failed to scare someone away. The kick out of the cart would have been the deciding factor for many, but Sasha apparently failed to dwell on the fact that she didn't simply grab her hand and pull her out. It didn't make any sense, people weren't this nice. Suspicion slowly started creeping in. Thinking harder about the situation, Mikasa didn't notice her glare escalate, when a loud shout from behind distracted her.
"Hey you! Did you do this?!"
Mikasa turned around. A worker was standing at the end of the aisle visibly angry about the huge mess. He started stomping angrily towards them. Hell no. She wasn't about to clean any of this shit up. Maybe now would be a good time to ditch Sasha. After all, it was her fault they were in this situation.
"Take responsibility and clean up the mess you made. I'm leaving." Mikasa turned back around and began walking to the entrance of the supermarket. Forget buying the food she needed, staying around this person any longer would be dangerous to her health.
She heard Sasha loudly wail in response to being left behind and forced to clean up. Two days. Two days in a row with those idiots, minus the short one.
Now outside, she made a mental note to put more effort into staying away from weird people who asked her name. If she hadn't told them her name, they wouldn't know her, and Sasha wouldn't have been able to drag her into this whole mess with the supermarket.
"Hey, burger girl. Is Sasha done cleaning up yet? I'm getting tired of waiting."
Mikasa turned around. Sitting in a pretty messed up looking car was Ymir. She was staring at Mikasa with the most bored expression she had ever seen. Instead of answering to the horrible nickname she was given, Mikasa glared at Ymir and began walking down the block.
Ymir leaned out the open window and shouted after her. "Oh c'mon french fries, don't be like that. It's called a joke."
Mikasa growled and walked faster. What kind of idiot named people after orders of food? Was this going to continue until she named her every damn thing they ordered off the menu? No, it wasn't, because she wasn't going to hang around these people long enough for that to happen. Stopping at the curb due to a green light, she waited impatiently for the cars to pass by.
Why was god so cruel? Was it something she did? Thankfully, that was when the light decided to turn red. Without a second thought, Mikasa walked across the street with unbelievable speed. Her home seemed liked heaven compared to the hell behind her. After turning the corner, she finally felt safe enough to slow down. Home never sounded so good.
...
By the time it was 10pm, to say that Mikasa was starving was an understatement. Shuffling to the fridge and seeing the water bottle she expected did nothing to help. After staring at the ice cubes in the freezer, she finally opted for water with ice. Hell, at least the ice was something to bite on. While putting the ice cubes in a cup, a loud thud came from above. Mikasa looked up at the ceiling. More thuds soon followed, along with heavy footsteps. That was when she remembered how the apartment above her had been vacant. The last tenant moved out a month ago. Someone else must have moved in. She hoped that they would only be loud for the move.
"It's no big deal. Four hours of this max." She mumbled to herself, walking over to the couch and turning on the tv.
Seven hours later at 5 in the morning, the noise had only gotten worse. Mikasa had tried to get sleep, but it seemed that there was more than one person up there. Glaring at the ceiling, she wondered what the hell was going on. Was someone running back and forth? Was there a kid living there now? If there was she'd kill it next time she saw it. She was just about to resign herself to a sleepless night when there was a loud crash and the ceiling shook. That was it. No dumbass could make this amount of noise for seven hours over moving. Practically jumping off the couch in anger, Mikasa changed, rammed her feet into her sneakers, and stomped over to the door.
Walking up the stairs to the next floor, she had already envisioned exactly how she would deal with these people. She would kick the door a couple of times to get their attention – fuck knocking – and when they opened it, she would calmly tell them that if they didn't quiet the fuck down she'd rip their throats out. Couldn't get much nicer than that.
Finally reaching their door, she did exactly as she planned. She kicked the damn thing. The noises suddenly stopped. Good. She could only hope they were afraid.
A minute later she heard the turning of the lock, and the door slowly started to creek open. She couldn't see the person yet, on account of how slowly they were opening the door, and she got tired of waiting. Starting the rant now would be a good idea.
"Listen, I don't know what the fu-" It was at that moment Mikasa was cut short off her rant. Not because anyone had forcefully stopped her, but because of something far worse. She recognized the face of the person behind the door.
"Mikasa! Wow, I thought you were a serial killer or something, knocking at this time in the morning. What are you doing here? Better yet, how did you know I was here?"
No. no no no. This was a nightmare right? She was really just asleep on the couch right now right? Standing less than a foot in front of her was Sasha.
Mikasa opened her mouth to say something, anything really, but her voice was caught in her throat. Sasha's smile was replaced with a look of pure confusion. "Is something wrong? Do you need anything?" Sasha asked, trying to help Mikasa talk.
"No, I live downstairs and I heard a lot of noise so…" Mikasa replied weakly. She couldn't even finish her sentence, she was so thrown off.
Great. Instead of the rant she so carefully thought out, she was standing in the doorway staring at Sasha with wide eyes. Sasha was about to say something else when a loud noise from inside the apartment made them both look toward the source of it.
"These are getting way too annoying to hold, so I'm just gonna put them down here." Ymir came into view, and dropped the box she was holding onto the floor. Upon impact, the sound of something shattering could be heard. Ymir stared uncaring at the box. "Oops". She turned around to look at Sasha, and she grinned evilly when she saw Mikasa with her.
"If it isn't chicken nuggets, come to stalk us. I'm gonna leave now, I think I've done enough helping you move." Ymir grabbed her jacket and started toward the door. As she passed Mikasa, she smirked.
"Have fun with your new upstairs neighbor, big mac."
Neighbors? Sasha was now her neighbor? Mikasa looked back at Sasha, and finally found the strength to say something.
"You...live here now?"
Sasha nodded. "Yup. What are the odds huh? Looks like we'll be seeing each other a lot more often."
Mikasa blanched. This was a nightmare. Definitely a nightmare.
First, I want to say thanks for the reviews and reads. You guys are awesome for even giving this a look. I should probably mention a few things. Krista will most likely be ooc throughout the story, since I weirdly didn't pay much attention to her character in the anime and manga. Hope you still enjoy it though. And yes, Mikasa is not perfect nor does she excel at everything. I always wondered what an ordinary Mikasa would be like, and I like to think that she would have some anger issues. Have you seen her in the anime? Downright scary sometimes. Also, I imagine Sasha would be the one to answer the door at 5am even if she suspects its a serial killer. Sasha just doesn't care.
So, keep reading guys! Sorry about the wait, got into a huge amount of trouble about school and I had to refocus my attention to my studies. Sucks, but at least now I'm getting important work done.
