~ Sam's P.O.V. ~
Shit! Me and my big mouth. The two men look at me with smug smirks on their faces. „Oh. Is that so?", says the man named Jack while walking towards me and crouches down so we are face to face. My hands are clenched into fists and my entire body starts to shake. I'm such an idiot! Why do I never think bevore I say something. The man in front of me lifts his arm. Expecting a punch in the face, I shut my eyes. But all I feel is a hand on my head. With a soft laugh the soldier ruffles my hair. „Well, squirt...", he says and stands up again. Sighing in releive I open my eyes. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see, that my sister is still pretty tense. As I turn back to the soldier who was in front of me, I feel my breath catching in my throat. The man has his arm drawn back, ready to throw a powerful punch to my jaw. „I don't give a single shit about the people there!", he screams. His fist coming closer.
Everything happens like in slow motion. The fist is coming closer and then...nothing. No pain. No throbbing. Nothing. The fist has stopped right before my nose. I breath really fast and tears have formed in my eyes without me even noticing. By taking a closer look at the two men, I can see that both their faces are masked with pure shock, while their eyes are glued to a knife which is stuck in the wall right beside of the guy who just wanted to punch me. „Here.", my sister starts to speak and throws the extra sack of bread to the soldiers feet. „Take the sack and let us pass. Or do you want your superiors to find out, that you attacked two little children even after they gave you what you wanted?" The man in front of me swallows hard, but gets a grip of himself a few seconds later. „Come on, Tom. Let's just open the gate for these little shits." They take the sack and walk away to let us pass and suddenly I feel a soft touch on my shoulder. I turn around and see that it's Leah. She looks into my eyes with an indefinable emotion and motions for me to mount Cookie, my horse. Without another word I do what she wants. Dammit! She's probably disappointed in me. Why do I always have to get involved.
~ Leah's P.O.V. ~
I pull my knife, which I threw at the jackass a moments ago, out of the wall and put it back into my belt loop. After that I mount Argro and ride at walking speed through the gate of wall Rose. A look over my shoulder tells me, that my brother is following. His head is bowed down and his face slightly hidden by his hair. I'll have to have a heart to heart with him later. Wow. Now I really sound like mother. She always had to scold him back then too. He has always been that kind of person that listens to their heart instead of their head. That's what makes him Sam. And that is also one of the things I hate of him. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, he's the only family I have left. But he never thinks about the consequences of his actions. That more than often leads us into hairy situations like the one we just had. Even if he technically is a few minutes older it has always been me who protects him.
Most would think that this is embarrasing to him, like it is to his best friend Eren Jaeger who has a similar relationship with his adopted sister and my good friend Mikasa Ackermann, but on the contrary. Sam knows that he acts too rashly and isn't very strong. But unlike Eren, he admits it. This sometimes makes me question how those two can be such good friends. Of course: They're both stubborn as hell, but their personalities couldn't be more different. All of sudden I realize that we're already in Dauper. Dauper is a small huntsmen village, which is located on the south border of wall Rose. Sam and I dismount our horses and let them graze in front of the village. Each of us takes one sack of bread. „I'll take the left side, you'll take the right.", I say to my brother who is still sulking and walks towards the first house. This makes me sigh and like him I begin to hand out the rations.
~ Sam's P.O.V. ~
Still feeling down, because of the recent events, I walk from house to house and hand out the monthly rations. For people from Sina or the richer districts of Rose this wouldn't even be enough for breakfast, but for poor people who have known this kind of life since their birth it's more than enough and can even be used up to three months if stored correctly. As I think about different things I nearly don't notice how the sound of fast aproaching steps is getting lounder. Right as I want to turn around and see what this is all about, I'm being jumped by someone. „FOOD!", a girls voice screams, before my back meets the cold, hard ground. After a few moments I realize I'm looking into a pair of olive-colored eyes...very beautiful, olive-colored eyes...And shiny brown hair, which reminds me of the delicious crust of coarse bread. The girl who is leaning over me right now stares at me with sparkling eyes. „Are you one of those bakers from Maria? The ones who hand out the monthly rations?", she asks and I can't help but to notice her cute little accent. „Sh-Shinganshina, a-actualy.", is all I manage to stutter, as my face gets really warm. Am I blushing!? Before I can say another word the girl stands up and holds out her hand, which I gladly take to get back on my feet.
„My name is Sasha Blouse. What's yours?", she asks. „S-Sam. Sam Jones" Why can't I stop stuttering, I make myself look like an idiot! Sasha's eyes are glued to the sack of bread instead of me, so I'm not sure if she even listened or is interested in my answer for that matter. And if I'm not mistaken, there's some drool at the corners of her mouth. That's...kind of cute. I never thought that I'd ever meet another girl as pretty as Mikasa, if not prettier. And this one is actually talking to me! I grab two loaves of bread out of the sack and hold them out to Sasha. Her eyes seem to turn into stars as she sees the loaves in my hands. „Two? For...ME!?", she exclaimes impressed. I give a slight nod and she takes the loaves, holding them to her chest like two infants. „ThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU SAM!", she chants and gives me a hug, which makes my face turn a deep shade of red. Somehow I still manage to hug her back. „No problem.", I tell her. „I'll bring those home right away. Bye Sam! I hope we'll see each other again soon!", Sasha calls out over her shoulder after we ending our hug and sprinting down the village. All I can do is stare at her until I can't see her anymore. After a few more seconds of standing there like a moron I take the sack of bread and hurry with handing out the rations left, before Leah has one more reason to scold me today.