Levi searched frantically through his bed chambers, tossing objects around in a haste— his mind filled with turmoil, not quite grasping the events that took place the night before. It was frustrating— No, it was aggravating that his cravat was nowhere to be found and his memories were all in disarray.
"Where the hell is it." He growled from under his breath, irritation stirring within his body. He couldn't relax until he laid his hand on his prized possession again. It was something that he couldn't lose. No matter what.
He stood up, observing the clutter that was covering most of the floor and sighed heavily, inclining his body to pick up the mess that he made. His sanity was on the brink of shattering. His stiff body was physically worn out, his mind was clustered with collages of questions, and what remained with him since the very moment he woke up— the unbearable throbbing at the side of his head. He needed some air, or at least, something distracting to keep his mind off of his missing possession.
Levi dragged his feet towards the door of his room, adjusting his green hood over his collared shirt, and guiding his hand towards the hollow of his neck to fix his— Levi hesitated, grimacing at the vacant spot on his neck, where his cravat used to be situated at. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his blue orbs gleaming with a hint of feral. It was impossible for him to lose it. His keen intuition told him otherwise. In fact, the possibility of somebody stealing it seemed more hypothetical.
He squinted his eyes, overtaxing his brain to reflect on the last event that happened before he lost his memory. He needed to obtain as many clues as he can get, to figure out who the perpetrator behind his missing cravat was— and he'd be damned if he didn't give that bastard a little taste of hell.
"Springer! Get your ass over here and help yourself to a drink."
Levi knitted his eyebrows together, recalling Connie approaching him when he was still conscious of his behavior. The edges of his lips pulled up slightly as he let out a dark chuckle.
'That fucking brat...you better hope it wasn't you who stole my cravat, or I swear in the name of the Survey Corps that I'll shred you apart with my bare hands and shove you into a pile of horse shit Springer.' Levi began to crack his knuckles to the ominous thought and headed out of his room towards the mess hall.
Connie slammed his aching head against the surface of the table, his temples throbbing continuously as he groaned in pain. He knew he shouldn't have drank so much last night. Especially since he had a very low tolerance to alcohol. Somehow, he couldn't piece together how everyone came together and drank without a dispute occurring. It was strange enough when Corporal Levi asked him to drink— but who'd expect Eren and Jean to agree to it without clashing against each other. Either way, he was content with the moment he shared with the trio, though he paid the price with this major hangover.
"Connie?" Sasha appeared from behind, a puzzled look on her face.
Connie abruptly stood up, startled by her sudden appearance, unintentionally slamming his knee against the surface of the wooden table from beneath. He hissed in pain and slumped his body back down on to the bench.
"A-Ah Sasha! What are you doing here? Hahahaha." He breathed, attempting to mask the pained expression on his face.
"Are you okay?" She asked in concern, arching her eyebrow at the constipated expression on his face.
"Y-Y-YEAH! Pfft, why wouldn't I be?" Connie scratched his head, clearing his throat before continuing. "So, what did you need?"
Sasha glanced around, double checking to see if anybody was in the mess hall. "Oh... about that," She paused, gulping down in the process before continuing. "I just wanted to apologize for what I said during the experiment.. I wasn't really myself."
Connie glanced down, reflecting back at the memory of them together in the room, being subdued by the liquid that caused them to be in this awkward situation.
"Sasha... since we're in the room together, how about we..." Connie fidgeted with his fingers, a shade of crimson appearing on his cheeks.
"I rather not." Sasha stated out bluntly, scooting her body away from him.
"Come on, it won't be that—"
"I said no Connie!" Sasha hissed, furrowing her brows in frustration. "I'm tired of you acting like I'm a piece of meat! Boys are so perverted and don't even respect a girls' feelings for God's sake. Especially you, you're the same as all of them."
Connie gaped at her sudden outburst, a wave of melancholy washing over him. He slumped his body against the wall. "Hey.. you didn't have to go that far."
"Please. I have to go through great lengths, to get it through your thick skull, for you to understand that I'm not interested in you." She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest.
Connie scratched his head and glanced back up at Sasha with wavering eyes. "Oh.. about that, let's just forget it ever happened okay? We weren't ourselves." He suggested, trying to change the tense atmosphere between them.
Sasha smirked at his response— reaching into her jacket to pull out a potato, tearing less than half off, and handing him the short piece. "Here, you can have half for our friendship."
Connie cringed at the emphasized word at the end but shrugged off the feeling and began chewing on the warm potato.
"SPRINGER!" A booming voice erupted from the doors.
Connie abruptly spat out the bits of potato from his mouth, flinching at the sound of his voice. There was a hint of blood lust in his tone.
He got up on his two feet in shock and placed his right arm over his chest, his other arm behind his back. He held his head high and flickered his eyes towards the commanding officer with a tinge of fear, in the depths of his eyes. Sasha followed the same proceedure— though she used one of her hands to continue eating the potato.
Levi trudged his feet towards him, folding his arms over his chest, his slanted eyes meeting his. There was no signs of amusement in his expression. The atmosphere around him was eerie.
"Where is it Springer?" He swiftly grasped a handful of his shirt, pulling his body forward with force.
"W-W-Where's what sir?" Connie stuttered, a drop of sweat dripping down his forehead.
"My. Damn. Cravat." He demanded through gritted teeth.
Connie blinked in confusion, not understanding what the situation was.
"...You're what?"
"CRAVAT SPRINGER. WHERE IS IT?" Levi barked— this time, shoving his body into the large tables behind him.
"S-S-SIR I APOLOGIZE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT A CRAVAT IS!" Connie closed his eyes, using his shaky arms to guard him for any further abuse from the Corporal.
Levi knitted his eyebrows together and stared at the boy in frustration. "Did you even get any education, you damn brat? I was stupid to assume you stole my cravat."
"Cravat?" Sasha placed a finger to her chin, somehow remembering the sight of the cloth somewhere.
Levi flickered his eyes at Sasha and gradually approached her. "Braus." He demanded in a firm tone.
Sasha quickly straightened her body and diverted her eyes away from him. "Yes, sir!"
"Do you know where my cravat is?"
Sasha hesitated for a moment and glanced back at him. "N-No sir. I don't recall seeing your cravat anywhere."
"Tch." Levi clenched his fists and gazed back down at Connie. "Fix the damn tables and clean yourself up. You smell Springer."
Connie nodded and grabbed on to the edges of the table to support his body back up. "Yes, sir."
They both watched as he stormed out of the mess hall, glancing back at each other with a confused look on their face.
"What just happened?" They both blurted out in unison.
"I wonder how he's reacting right now..." Mikasa muttered under her breath, smirking inwardly to herself as she grasped the cravat in her hands. Revenge never tasted so sweet.
(To Be Continued...)
First off, I'm sorry that it took a bit longer than usual to update, I've been working a lot and I just started a new fanfic story! Of course, i'll be updating this one too, but not as fast as I use to update it. Anyways, I hoped you enjoy reading this! GO MIKASA! :D hahaha. Tune in next time for the next chapter! As always my lovely supporters, leave a review on your thoughts! Thanks!
