Hey! So sorry for waiting so long to continue my story! Thank you for those who still support me and waited too long. I am sorry to ask more from you guys, but I would really appreciate it if you stop by and leave a comment! And important question: is it time for me to bring in Levi's point of view? Well let me know, I want to get to know my readers! Hope you enjoy, Reminder: I do not own Attack on Titan.
Cristine's POV*
The rowdy bar grew silent as the atmosphere became dangerous. When I realized I wasn't in as much pain as I should be, I opened my eyes to find the beautiful eyes that belonged to the one and only Jean about one centimeter from my own. Not only were we so close that I felt his pale hair touch my forehead, and his lips were pressed onto mine. At first I was caught off guard feeling my face burn up (it was my first kiss) and wanted to kiss back, but reality struck me hard. Anger began to bubble through my veins. He merely fell, an accident (caused by Hanji who I will personally deal with later). What does it matter if we kiss he never showed any interest in me, it been five months of silence! I still live in his small apartment for Christ's sake! I mentally slapped myself and pushed Jean off me putting on an emotionless mask while I glaring at him merciless.
I am furious with him, but what do I feel so guilty. Why do his eyes seem to be so sad? Snap out of it, I'm his superior! I stood up and controlled the urge to kill Hanji where she stood smirking and professionally dragged her drunk ass out of the bar. An eruption of yelling and the sound of glass breaking emerged the second I left to Jea- my apartment. I sighed knowing it wasn't his fault rather the older woman I was dragging, but his disappearance to this day leave's me wondering what I did wrong. I shook my head and readjusted the sleeping woman to lean against me in a piggy back formation. I swear if this incident ruins my reputation she will pay. Amongst the dimly lit streets and empty cobblestone roads I weaved through alleyways and turned to the building where Jean and I stayed almost six months before. It seems like a lifetime ago. I opened the door to the one bedroom apartment and dumped Hanji onto the bed. She snored as she hugged my pillow drooling. The things I do for that woman, my train of thought suddenly moved to Levi who would say the same thing. If Levi were in my situation there would probably be casualties. I sighed at my amazing luck and walked out to the small balcony looking at the full mon and starry night. No matter how long I have been here I still am struck speechless when I see the animated night sky. So pretty, prettier than the polluted real one.
I found myself softly singing. I gradually closed my eyes as I pulled myself to the lyrics reflecting on what happened these past few months. After surviving my first training session that consisted of running for seven straight hours and two hours of embarrassing sparring I nearly died, but not once did Levi go easy on me and as time passed I could run miles before breaking a sweat and hold an entire sparring battle with him. My Japanese also gradually improved making it easier to understand his hostile remarks to fix my footing or creative insults. Nonetheless we grew closer (at least I think we did).
I remember the first time seeing him smile, it was when I finally perfected his spinning free fall of death while holding the blades downwards slicing the perfect amount from the neck of the wooden titan. It was small and lasted a second because after I tripped on a stick while running to hug him leading up to an evil laugh and an endless lecture on being more aware of my surroundings, and personal space. It still made me happy. He was refreshing to be around even if he didn't speak that much, due to the fact he never questioned my past and focused solely on the task of making me strong enough to survive. The exhausting training was followed by hours of questioning and instruction by a combination of Erwin and Hanji, and the occasional Armin. I learned to read and write and would describe the world I came from and the cultural differences. They nearly fainted when I described the outside world and could clearly explain each an every detail of their lives. I decided to keep the entire anime/manga concept under wraps. Imagine being told your entire existence is a work of fiction and all the people dying is to build suspense, these people already have too much to deal with. So I would stall by showing them a complicated math equation or burst out singing a song by Katy Perry (that usually shut them up). It constantly gets harder to keep the truth hidden every time I visit, but it's necessary to continue their purpose in life. Would they keep on killing Titans if I told them that their fate was fixed by a mangaka? There was no way I would let that happen, and for them to know of my pathetic past life would be a horrible mistake. It is all behind me now, the past is dead. I also changed my name to represent my dangerous new life, I always did like the name Cristine.
All the private training kept me from meeting anyone new, which may seem like social deprivation to a sixteen year old girl but I didn't mind. I learned to keep an emotionless mask and would often wander through the busy streets ignoring the stares and whispers that would be said behind my back. I was usually in my soldier training outfit that acted as reason for locals to shun my existence or sometimes beg for me to quit the path to death. I usually refrained from talking and moved along unscathed. The cold attitude made it easy for me to ignore others, but one day when I saw a poor young girl being beat by a group of older men for money I snapped. The girl was weak like I once was and I ran up to the men almost beating each of them to death. I caused an uproar among the crowd who witnessed and who were too afraid to help the little girl. They didn't seem to mind that I was punching and kicking the until they became purple, but once they saw that I wasn't stopping they ran for help. I would have killed the ruthless men in my fit of rage, but Levi stopped me asking if I was ready to carry the burden of being responsible of another person's death. My face was covered in blood with tears cutting clean lines through my face that subconsciously fell, I began to sob and Levi hugged me. That was the only time in dared to show any weakness and I still beat myself down for being so stupid. I didn't talk for an entire week after that incident, and I earned the name feared by all the low life scum "The Silent Soldier". It turned out those men I crippled were part of a crime ring that led to many more incidents, but none of which I couldn't handle myself. Sometimes I found myself having fun hurting these thugs and making them beg for mercy, and I would have to stop myself and disappear. Is the strength obsession making me a monster? Am I proud with what I am doing? Who knows, and who really cares.
There are two months, a total of eight weeks until I go on my first expedition and experience the horror of the Titans first hand. My heart rate ran wild as I clenched onto the wooden railing of the tiny balcony. Will I die? Am I willing to die? I finally have some sort of purpose in life, will I fall short? Will anyone miss me if I die? Do I really lov- rustling in the tree besides me stopped my singing and interrupted the self interrogation. I switched to danger mode. Taking out the small dagger Levi gave me I pulled it out simultaneously while trowing another one to the source of the noise. In return a human figure landed onto my balcony, the moonlight bouncing off the exceptionally deadly Levi Ackerman. "I see you are putting my training to good use, but you missed and would have died already by lowering your guard like that. You need to be more cautious idiot, just because you moved up doesn't make you all high and mighty," scoffed the short killing machine wearing his famous eternal death grimace.
"Ah, decided to pay me a visit after you heard what happened? Word goes around faster than I thought," I sighed. "Hanji is in the second door to your right if you here to collect her."
"Like hell I'm here to pick up shit glasses. I'm here to get a full report from you about what happened."
"The titan freak got drunk and decided to push a guy against me and we k-..." I abruptly stopped and blushed like an idiot. What is this reaction?! I could easily explain fights that come close to killing my opponents, yet I get tongue tied over a guy who obviously doesn't like me?! I relieved what went down and felt Jean's lips against mine again. It felt so good, and that look in his golden eyes... Damn, "Anyway, can you please take Hanji to her house before I strangle her."
"You kissed Jean, the arrogant idiot always around the brat Eren didn't you?" He said slowly with a strange tone I've never heard him speak in before. It sounded slightly murderous. My heart nervously skipped a beat as I let an awkward laugh fill the silence (and the darkness hide my beet red face).
"You see it was an accident (caused by Hanji), but yes we technically kissed. I acted accordingly by removing him from myself. Strictly professional." I looked down to the permanent furrow in between Levi's forehead. His piercing glare seemed to loosen up a bit, but not significantly.
"I see. Mandatory meeting tomorrow at the conference room at dawn. Arrive late and I will kill you." With that bright note the man jumped off the forth story balcony and disappeared into the night. He really needs to teach me how he does that. And what was with that earlier expression...
Jean's POV*
I messed up, again. Once the doors of the bar closed all hell broke loose. Drunk men were screaming in shock and I sat on the floor where I was thrown by Cris- I mean Captain Davidson. The bastards even went as far as teasing me and trying to intimidate me by tossing their drinks to the floor, which only earned a severe beating from Reiner. I barely took notice and though back to the look in her eyes she gave me that sent cold shivers down my spine, that hard look and emotionless mask. It was colder than any I would have ever gotten from Mikasa herself the "Ice Queen". It was so strange when we kissed (technically) she had a completely different look in her green eyes. Longing? Sadness? Now she's out of my reach, again. I sat there sulking dripping wet from the spilled beer until Connie decided it was the perfect time enlighten me with his words of wisdom, "WHAT THE HELL KRISTEIN?! YOU LET HER GET AWAY?!" The men in the bar seemed to agree with him because there I was being lifted in the air and roughly placed onto where I was sitting earlier. They bombarded me with questions about how I knew her, what she tasted like, and more. Each stupid question only popped more of the veins on my head and before I could bash in Connie's head with my empty bear jug Reiner grabbed a hold of it.
"I wouldn't add anything more to your bill, if I were you." He said almost pityingly as he slid my bill to me. I took a quick glance and my jaw dropped.
"100 gold coins?!" I yelled grabbing Reiner's collar. How the hell is it that much?! I didn't even finish my one drink?!
"Hanji Zoe left and since you seemed sooo close to the new captain who dragged her away your responsible for what she drank." I looked to where the older woman was sitting besides me and saw at least ten empty jugs. How the hell did she drink so much?! She was only here for a minute?! Damn that old hag! I cursed under my breath and took out all the money I had on me. I was on a budget too... That cost an entire day of food, looks like tomorrow I will be hungry. Reiner gave me a forced smile as he plucked my food money from my fingers and politely kicked me out of the bar for causing "all the trouble".
"Damn you hag and Connie," I mumbled under my breath while walking out of the uncomfortable bar into the cool night. I looked up admiring the bright night and was a thankful I could walk back to my place in peace. I began to walk my mind drifting off back to the wonderful feeling of my new captain's soft lips. I felt my face grow hot and I ran straight into light post. Ouch... Dammit, why do I get so hung up about her?! I angrily stood up from falling on my ass and looked around to make sure no one saw that embarrassing scene. As I took in my surrounding a chord of familiarity struck within me and I realized I was standing in front of the building where I used to stay in my old apartment. I wonder if... There no way she is still staying there, I must be an idiot to think she would stay at that cramped place. Further thought was interrupted when a soft sad medley cut through the air. I couldn't understand what language it was being sung it but it carried extreme loneliness, misery, and tone that sounded similar to one making a prayer. I looked around for the origin of such a painful lovely tune, but the singer was not in my line of view. I closed my eyes and let the sound of the woman's voice lead me to who ever it was, holding out my hands to make sure I didn't run into another lamppost.
After a few minutes of blind searching I finally heard the voice much clearer and felt the source to be closer. I slowly opened my eyes to be frozen with shock a second time that evening. Before me was the one and only Cristine Davidson singing while thoughtfully staring above her. The moonlight glistened illuminating her bronze hair and the facial expression she wore was of pure loneliness. I had the urge to call out her name and hug her, but I reached my senses hiding behind a near by tree. Wow I feel like a true stalker, but I couldn't help watching her sing and lean against the balcony railing. Her expression seemed to harden against the barrister as she continued singing the melody becoming faster and more raw. I can't believe she stayed in my old place. Why didn't she leave? It has been months since I last stopped by. I felt guilt wash over me as I thought back to the reason I had cut all ties with her. It was because I fell in love with her.
I fell helplessly in love her, even though I was ordered specifically not to. Memories of the stern faced Erwin a few days after I took her into my home clearly played out in my mind to haunt me again.
**5 months ago**
"Kristein may I have a word with you?" The blonde superior asked strictly, yet quietly. I stopped in my tracks on my way to picky up a few necessities for dinner. This weird, I rarely speak to Erwin unless I am summoned to his office, especially not in a public square.
"Sir?" I asked questioningly confused with the sudden meeting and the serious look in his piercing eyes.
"Listen carefully. You are to cut any social ties with the girl you are harboring at your residence. I have prepared a new place closer to HQ to stay at permanently." My heart stopped beating as the commander continued with the details of the how everything was to be carried out. I want to scream, no I want stay with Cristine. I held my breath and quietly asked the one question I had on my mind.
"Why?" The older man rose his eyebrows for questioning his orders, but thankfully let it slide responding more serious than before.
"Illicit relationships with a potential threat are forbidden."
**present**
The singing came to end as a rustling of the branches from the tree I was hiding behind revealed the infamous Levi Ackerman. He jumped onto the balcony and began to speak with the beautiful woman I couldn't reach. I couldn't hear the conversation they were having, but I didn't need to. Jealously grew in the pit of my stomach as I turned around and began to watch to my own apartment. Why is it that he can visit and casually talk to Cristine, while I am forbidden too?my luck with women is a damn tragedy isn't it. It doesn't matter anymore. I give up... "I'm going to make you mine."