Goddang, it's been too long since I've posted something. Somewhere around 3 months, I believe?

I probably should post a lot more... (._.")

Enjoy!

Bzzt.

Sasha was a few feet from the camera and she smiled cheekily. Christa was holding it, her thumb covering a third of the lens, dropping her pencil which softly landed on the carpet. Moving her homework to the side, she smiled and took a reporter air, whipping her hair to the side. Sasha snapped her fingers and leaned back. Connie was next to her, looking a bit excited yet scared, clasping his hands together.

"So…" Connie asked warily, "Where's the other one?"

Sasha put the back of her hand dramatically to her forehead, closing her eyes. Her hand slid on the tabletop, over the books and empty packages. Suddenly, her hand slid over the corner and under the coffee table. After a few moments of hesitation, Sasha pulled out a gun and blew the dust off of it.

The bald headed adolescent squinted. His finger was hovering above the gun. "I knew Mikasa was hardcore but..."

"This is not the only one though." Christa clarified.

"Her place is pretty small…How much more can you find?" Connie instantly regretted asking that question when both women in front of him grinned. He gulped down a ball of saliva and continued hesitantly."I-I mean there can't be that much right?"

"This is a mission for….Christa Lenz VS TITAN!" Christa stood up, whipping out a black mustache and plastering it under her nose. "Even if it's not about titans." She added, after a brief pause.

"Where did the mustache come from?"

"Follow me!" Christa strutted off, with somewhat long strides for her size.

The small blond girl just trumped ahead, scurrying around, aiming the camera in the corners and whatnot. Finally, her eyes lingered on a spot and she turned dramatically to the camera, her left hand under the kitchen sink. She scrunched her eyebrows together and stared at the cellphone, the lens zooming in on her face.

"Shotgun!" She whispered, pointing the gun taped to the back, "now for the next one!" She scampered off, although Sasha was leading her. The camera shook and vibrated by how they ran, until they came to a stop, through the hallway.

At this point, the video sped up 3 times faster and then slowed down when Sasha was pointing towards at a closet.

"So this is the 14th one, correct?" The girl behind the camera questioned Sasha.

"Affirmative." The brown hair girl nodded, sporting a bowl hat, opening the closet door with a clatter. "And the biggest one!" She added a few seconds later, with a wide grin.

She reached inside the dark closet, and rummaged around the fluffy coats and boots, ducking completely inside it. After a minute or two of searching, her movements stopped. "FOUND IT!" Her yelling was muted by the big amass of cloth.

"What is it?"

"THIS…!" Sasha grunted and came out practically leaping, holding a sword between her hands. It was decidedly, bigger than herself.

"Is that a broadsword? " Connie looked pale, like if he saw his life flash before his eyes.

"She can even lift it in one hand!" Sasha put the tip of the sword resting on the wall, careful not to implant it into it.

"The Mikasaestucasa is as strong as the legends have told." Christa acquiesced, nodding the cellphone, blurring the image for a second.

Again, Sasha lifted up the sword above her head with an hmph, hefting the heavy object with two hands.

And slipped backwards.

A small piece of carpet could be seen flying up in the bottom of the screen, as Connie reached out for the sword.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-" Connie yelled out in slow motion, his hand barely touching the hilt of the weapon.

SHUUNK. THUD. THUD.

"FUCK." A little dust came flying up and scattered everywhere, creating a thin layer of white powder on the floor. Someone was swearing from the other side of the wall.

"Shit." Christa muttered.

Then they heard the front door opening.

Bzzt.

Bzzt.

"…It's a whole other different beast than the Ymirisaliaris. In fact, it is rumored that the rage the Mikasaestucasa exhibits is far greater than any monsters in the wild out there. She can also provoke avalanches and kill dozen of incapacitated fools and apartments. " She spun the camera around so that it aimed to Sasha, who was lying on the couch, looking like if she just saw the devil.

"She almost killed mee…" Connie's voice was on the other couch, the top of his head appearing in the bottom left corner of the camera.

"At least she has a coat hanger now!"

"She almost killed meee…"

Sasha flailed her arms in the air and moaned loudly in response to that statement, which could be either that she agreed to that statement or she would be one of the victims in the avalanche and/or apartments.

Before Christa could continue what she was going to say, Mikasa's head then popped out from the top of the screen, a shadow looming above her.

"OH MY GO-"

Bzzt.

Mikasa plucked the phone out of Christa's hand, a rosy tint to her cheeks. She wore her red scarf, although it hanged crookedly on her neck. She examined it for a second and put it back in Christa's hand. "New cellphone?"

"You gave me a heart attack."

"It's nice." She commented, crossing her arms, staring at Connie crawling away with a neutral expression.

Clutching her chest, Christa leaned back and put her cellphone on the table delicately. "You don't look so mad about the sword implanted in your wall, Mikasa."

"It was bound to happen, that or a bullet hole in Marco's wall." She simply said, crouching down, peeling off the gun off the table with a single pull. "The sword makes for a pretty decoration."

Christa heard the door opening slowly and rapidly closing. It was probably Connie running away.

"I'll pay for the damages the sword caused.." The blond girl offered quietly, thinking about the thin walls.

Mikasa dumped the gun inside a box and looked at Christa dubiously."…Pay me when you get a job." She picked up the box. "For now, you can help me get rid of the guns."

"I want to help…." Sasha meekly put her hand up.

"No."