Hello everyone! Here's moment four! one a little more to the Humor side I'd say. Thanks for the feedback, hope you enjoy it!
WARNING: Involves established fictional characters, which may or may not fit within the reader's preconception about said characters.
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4. Scarf – You can't ever have too many of those, right?
"Say whaaaaat? Why would I participate in something like that?"
The little blonde girl pouted and looked at her friend with confusion, "But Ymir, Mikasa's birthday is just around the corner!"
Ymir stared at the girl dully, "And I should care because?"
"Because we're friends! And that's what friends do for each other!" Sasha Braus said enthusiastically, bouncing in her bed.
Ymir sighed heavily and fell face down on her bed, if only to avoid the other girls. They were all in the room Christa, Sasha, Mikasa and herself shared for a while now, discussing what they could do about the upcoming raven-haired, genius' birthday. Why they did this on their only free day was beyond the older girl's comprehension.
Mikasa has been nowhere to be seen since that morning, probably off with those two fools, not that Ymir cared anyway. This gave the girls the perfect opportunity to plan the surprise party, plus gifts.
"Aw come on, Ymir! Don't be such a spoilsport!" Christa said getting on top of her and causing her to grunt.
"I agree on doing a party or whatever. I'm game if only for the drinks and food. But why the hell should I go out to find a gift for her? I mean, I can't even think of the last time we spoke—"
To Ymir's horror, she felt a second weight on her back, "Don't ask so many questions! Just come with us!" Sasha's loud voice sounded just next to Christa's.
"Get off!"
"Aww~ so Christa can but I can't? How unfair is that?"
"You weight like a million kilos! Now, get off!"
Sasha looked at Christa and they both smiled evilly, "Not until you agree to come with us."
Ymir tried to move both of them off but the other girls putted more pressure on her, making her only tire faster. It seemed she wasn't getting out of this one… so much for her free day.
"Fine! Whatever! Just get off!"
And that was how the three girls ended up in Trost District's busiest part, looking for a new scarf for their girl friend.
"I don't get it, why did I have to come but Annie and the others didn't?" Ymir asked Christa, still annoyed her free day was spent like this.
Sasha was off at a nearby bread stand complaining to the clerk about the high prices.
Christa grabbed a strand of her hair and looked at her patiently. "Well, we didn't find any of the others anywhere. As for Annie, I don't think she would have wanted to come. Mikasa and her are not really, err, friendly with each other."
Ymir looked at the petite girl with a dumbfounded expression and was about to retort that she wasn't Mikasa's best friend either when the blonde girl grabbed her hand and dragged her to a nearby stand, effectively cutting off whatever she was about to say.
"Let's go there! I see lots of pretty scarfs! Sasha, come on!"
For the next three hours, Christa and Sasha dragged an extremely pissed Ymir from shop to shop looking for the perfect scarf. After the tenth failed attempt, Ymir's patience just fell and died.
"Did you two fucking notice that we've spent three fucking hours here?! How fucking hard could find a fucking scarf be?! Fuck!" she all but yelled at the two girls.
"Ymir!" Christa said covering her mouth in surprise.
Sasha was just as surprised but burst out laughing at the older girl's reaction and this in turn, pissed her off more.
"Just decide on one already! Doesn't she always wear the same one anyway!? It won't even matter!"
Christa and Sasha looked at each other in surprise once more.
"Now that you mention it, she does, doesn't she? It's always that maroon scarf," Christa said with a pensive expression.
Sasha scratched her head, "Hmm, I'm sure I've seen her with a different one."
"No, I think she only—"
"DOES IT EVEN FRIGGING MATTER?!" Ymir yelled again, exasperated. She stomped to the nearest cloth stand with purpose, all but ripped a blue scarf from where it was hanging and glared at the clerk. She paid whatever it was worth and began her walk back to the institute, the other two girls barely keeping up with her.
When Mikasa's birthday came, the girls prepared a big cake for everyone to share and they all drank, ate and generally enjoyed the evening.
Finally when it was time to give their gift, Ymir watched Mikasa's reaction closely.
"It's… a scarf," she said softly with wide eyes. "Thank you." She then smiled and thanked all three of them. Ymir waved her off, even though she was the one who paid for the damn thing. The other two girls beamed and hugged the birthday girl, squealing all the while and making Ymir smile just a tiny little bit.
One year later and every single day Mikasa still wore the same scarf, which was, to Ymir's annoyance, not the one they picked for her.
She swore never to go gift hunting, EVER.
