"Oh Christa-chan, where are you? Are we playing hiding and seek again? I told you I didn't like that game," a voice called out, a few yards away from the tree the said girl was frantically concealing herself. She cringed as she heard his voice, which sounded seemingly sweet, but she knew better than to fall for it. No, it's dangerous to fall for it, she thought, barely breathing because of the pure anticipation of being caught.

Armin hadn't always been like that. At least, he didn't show this side to her, because she had always thought of the blond boy as the sweetest and the smartest guy that any girl could wish for. But that wasn't really him; that was just a false persona he put on, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. But, Christa had learned this the hard way that a wolf can't hide in the sheep for too long.

This explains why Mikasa is so silent around him, Christa thought as she stiffened, pressing her back against the hard bark of the tree, hoping that the night would conceal her, and why Eren's eyes always look dead, despite his word's of hope.

"Christa, darling, can't you come out and play?" Armin called out, a deranged smile creeping it's way onto his face, causing Christa's breath to hitch. Sh started panicking, her body trembling so badly that it was a miracle that she was still standing up.

Armin, she thought, tears welling up in her eyes, Armin, you took all their hope away, didn't you?

Unable to bear with the thought of him catching her, heart pounding so hard against her chest, she let out a small pitiful cry and stepped on a lone twig that was near her, which were her fatal mistakes.

She heard a rustling noise from somewhere near her, then the sound of feet falling, then a near total and utter silence. Somehow, a little bit of hope creep it's way into her heart, planting itself long enough for her to imagine her way of escape. She could just run, run as far away as she could from him...

But her dreams of escaping were pitifully shattered once she felt a warm hand wrap around her smaller wrist. "Ah, Christa, I found you! That was a fun game, but you shouldn't really worry me like that. Okay, Christa-chan?" Armin asked in such a sweet tone and gripped on to her wrist, causing a slight bruise to form.

"Ow," Christa managed to breath out as she felt the tears pour out of those blue jewels of hers, stinging her eyes and making her cheeks wet. She was staring death right in the face; how could she not cry?

Her heart beat resonated from within her, pounding so hard against her petite being that she was sure that even Armin could hear it. Every fiber from within her told her to run as far away from the boy that was tightening his grip around her wrist, but she was helplessly immobilized from the pure horror raging within her.

I have to get away, Christa thought. But little did she know that they were no longer acting as two civilized humans; no, they were something else: the hunter and his prey. And the prey isn't called the prey if it could get away, just as the hunter is no called the hunter if he couldn't hunt.

"I said 'Okay, Christa-chan'!" Armin screamed as he tugged at her arm suddenly, causing a shock wave of burning pain to stab Christa in the shoulder. She stumbled right into his chest, another fatal mistake.

Armin caught her in his arms and brought his dear Christa close to his chest, running his hand through her blond locks. "Oh Christa, my darling, why do you keep playing games I don't like. If you don't understand, I guess I have no choice," Armin said, his voice mimicking that of a sweet boy at first, but then dropping off into a dark, quiet tone as he pulled a knife from his back pocket.

Hysteric, Christa kneed him in the abdomen quickly, causing the blond boy to groan and fall over, throwing the knife away from him before he hit the ground. Christa had already taken off running, not caring for the various leaves and twigs that found themselves entwined in her blond hair.

In the distance, she could see the light from the dining hall shine ever so brightly as a safe haven. Christa quickened her pace so she was running as fast as she could, the fastest she had ever ran, actually.

When she had turned around, she noticed that Armin was no where to be soon. She smiled and thought I'm in the clear! I'm safe! I'm safe!

But as the saying goes, it's better to not to count your chickens before they have hatched, because she didn't notice that the beloved strategist was just yards behind her, smiling his deranged smile and laughing the laugh of a maniac.

"Silly Christa-chan," he said, still laughing, "didn't you learn not to play games that I don't like?"


We meet again, dear readers! I've love to give a big shout out to the jewlpin (she's my fanfiction homie), Derekk the Aussie One (my odd relationship with him is probably what caused me to write about AruKuri) and Wykkyd970 (I love your fanfics by the way. I mean, the first chapter was inspired by you). I would also like to thank you three (and Princess Variares) for favoriting this story!

Anyways, Derekk, I still have to say thanks for writing that yandere Mikasa fic and I contemplated asking you to write a yandere Armin fic, but I decided to write my own. I know you don't necessarily write yandere Armin fics, but I hope you enjoy my work!

You guys please don't hate me for doing this and tell me what you think! I didn't really notice how in demand AruKuri was until reecently, so I guess I'll keep writing. Love you!