Sorry for the wait, readers. Here is the eleventh chapter of My Genius Sister~

I seriously thought I won't be able to finish this chapter by today, because I had a bit of a writer's block lately. Thank goodness it's finished!

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The little girl was lying on the bed unconscious.

Beside her sat Grisha Jaeger, who had just finished treating the little girl's wound. Carla and Eren were both watching with grim.

"Honey, is she going to be okay?" asked Carla.

"Don't worry, Carla, the cuts aren't deep. However, she is bothered mentally rather than physically." Grisha made a sigh.

Eren kept quiet the whole time. He was still haunted by the incident that occurred just now. The fact that Mikasa hurt herself and even made an attempt to hurt him, he still couldn't really accept it. They got along really well these past few months. Did she not think of him as someone important at all? Did she not think of him as a family?

She attacked him without hesitation.

He held out his arm and looked at his wounded wristwhich was used to defend himself from Mikasa's attack.

"Dad, how do we prevent her from rampaging again?" Eren asked after a long silence.

Grisha looked at Mikasa's wristor to be precise, the mark on her wristbefore saying, "We have to make sure she can't see that mark. As long as she is reminded of that tragic day, she would continue to suffer from personality disorder."

Eren gave a firm nod.

"Eren, we are her family now. We have to be the ones to protect her, okay?" Carla said to her son.

Once again, Eren gave a nod.

He was going to protect her at all costs.


Chap 11. Mark of the Orientals


That morning, Mikasa was frantic.

She stood before the machine, her hand clutching the red fabric. Should she throw it inside? Or should she not? She was torn between the two options.

Beads of sweat began forming on her forehead and trailed down her cheeks.

Occasionally, her trembling hand made a motion to throw the object inside, but then she quickly pulled back. Her mind was a mess, and she couldn't think straight.

What should she do?

"Are you going to wash the damn scarf or not!? We're gonna be late for school!" Eren yelled.

She gritted her teeth and clutched her eyelids.

Eren had his patience worn out and decided to grab the scarf from Mikasa, but to his surprise, Mikasa didn't let go and instead, made an attempt to pull it. Not wanting to lose, Eren tightened his grip around the fabric and began to pull as well.

"You're going to tear it, Eren!"

"Then, let go!"

Mikasa shook her head frantically.

And it happened.

The sound of threads being snapped off could be heard as the red scarf was slowly torn into two. Mikasa's eyes widened along with the last moment of her most precious possession.


The Student Council room was quiet, for the President was busying himself with the reports from the students about broken equipments and club funds. The other members of the Student Council weren't present at the moment.

Except for one person…

"Hey, Rivaille. Come on, are you still mad? I'm sorry… I mean, you spanked my ass enough to release your anger, right? Seriously, I'm still having problems sitting normally, you know?" Hanji said while rubbing her buttocks. She was standing on her knees beside Rivaille's desk, her chin resting on the edge of the desk.

Rivaille completely ignored her.

"Hey, Rivaille~" she called him again, waving a hand over his face. "That's right! I'm going to receive my payment today! Our vacuum cleaner is broken, right? I'm going to buy you a new one," she smiled.

Rivaille turned to her.

Hanji smiled.

In a split second, Rivaille had his fingers pulling both her cheeks as hard as he could muster.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! What theRivaille, it hurts! I mean, it hurts more than spankings! Seriously! Ouch, ouch! I give up, I give up!" Hanji screamed hysterically.

Stopping, Rivaille glared daggers at her. "Because of your unwise deed, I failed to inform Mikasa about my Father's plans. How are you going to take responsibility for this, eh, Hanji?"

Hanji tilted her head, "Eh? You're mad because of that?" then she rose from her position and pound her chest while wearing a smug smile. "I'm going to tell her in your stead, then!"

In a flash, Rivaille used his right hand to squeeze her face and lifted her from the ground, "This is a very serious matter, shitty glasses. If you anger me more than this I swear I'll kill your pets with my own two hands, you heard me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Hanji's voice was muffled in Rivaille's hand.

In that situation, someone opened the door. It was Petra and Auruo. However, once they had learned the situation in the room, they bowed and excused themselves.

"Nooo! Don't gooo! Help me!" Hanji's hand reached toward them but they were already long gone.


Mikasa looked up to the space, her eyes hollow and her expression indescribable.

The girls looked at her in concern, especially Christa. They noticed the absence of the red scarf which was well-known for being Mikasa's treasure and had assumed that her unusual behavior had something to do with it.

"Mi-Mikasa… You look down. Do you care to tell us what happened?" Christa asked nervously.

As though Christa's question just now was merely a blow of wind, Mikasa completely ignored it. She was watching the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Christa looked at Ymir sadly and Ymir sighed.

As she spaced out, Mikasa reminisced about her past. The first time she met Eren and the moment she received her most treasured scarf.

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Seven years ago…

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Young Mikasa carefully stitched the white fabric, hoping that it would end up good for her first try. Her mother had taught her the way and she wanted to make her proud. This mark was the mark of her clan, after all. She had to do the embroidery carefully.

She smiled when she saw her right wrist. The mark of her clan had also been cut into her skin by her own mother. The ritual was undoubtedly painful but it was definitely worth it, for she could now proudly tell the world that she was a part of the Orientals. She brought her hand up and stared at her wrist again, fascinated by the mark.

"You seem excited, Mikasa. Doesn't your wrist hurt?"

Beside her, her Mother asked.

Mikasa shook her head, smiling. "This is the proof that I am your daughter, mom."

Her mother giggled and pinched her nose lightly, "You've been my daughter even before you have that mark, Mikasa." Then she reached for Mikasa's wrist before caressing it, "Once you have your own child, you have to make sure to give him or her this mark. You're the only one who can preserve the Oriental blood now, Mikasa…"

Mikasa nodded, but then she gave her mother an enigmatic look.

"How do you make a child, mom?" she asked almost too innocently.

Her mother, unable to find a word to say, turned to her father who was reading morning newspaper in the living room. "Mom doesn't really remember how. Do you care to explain everything to Mikasa, dear?" she asked the chuckling man.

"Dad?"

"Dad doesn't remember that much too, Mikasa. Come to think of it, Dr. Jaeger will pay a visit today, bringing his son along. You can ask him later."

"Hmm? Mom and dad seem to be avoiding my question."

Both parents suppressed a laugh at their daughter's smart retort. And not long after, they could hear the doorbell rang. Her dad went to answer the door and that second, she could feel her world turning upside down to the worst.

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The next thing she remembered was the fact that she was lying on a cold floor, her wrists tied and her mouth gagged. She remembered her kidnapper talking about not killing her mother on purpose, and something about selling her to rich people since she was a rare Oriental, even though she was only half-blood.

She tried to move her body but it felt numb. It reminded her that they injected something to her a while before. She didn't bother to find out what it was.

Her eyes began to close.

It didn't matter anymore.

Her mom and dad were gone, so there wasn't any single reason for her to continue living in this merciless world.

When she had completely given in to her fate, she heard someone opening the door. It all happened too fast she could barely keep up. In a matter of seconds, two of her kidnappers were down, lifeless and bloody. She held her breath, both shocked and amazed at the same time, at the fact that her savior was a small boy her age.

Who was him?

As she continued wondering, he had already made his way toward her, releasing her wrists from the hard ropes, exposing her clan mark in the process.

"I'm Eren, Dr. Jaeger's son. You're Mikasa, aren't you?" he asked gently despite having killed two grownups barely a minute ago.

So he was Dr. Jaeger's son.

But she couldn't care less. It didn't matter who he was. She didn't plan to take any step out of this place so he should get out of here instead of bothering himself with her. Even if she were to get out of here, there was no place she could return to. Suddenly, the thought of rotting here and die sounded pleasing.

However, it struck her. There were actually three kidnappers.

"There's supposed to be three of them…" she said in a hoarse whisper.

As if on cue, the third kidnapper entered the room soon after she finished her sentence. Eren quickly reached for the knife he had used to kill the two other kidnappers, but it was too late. The third kidnapper caught him in a death grip around his neck and started yelling. Mikasa didn't know what to do. She herself didn't plan to continue living, but the boy had to survive. The boy had put his life on the line to rescue her. She had to do something for him in return.

"Fight!" she heard the boy said.

Picking up the abandoned knife, Mikasa rose from her spot.

The boy encouraged her to do it, but she was still too afraid. She had never done anything like this before. Killing wasn't something a normal human being should do. But then again, those kidnappers killed her parents. Why should she take pity on them?

Kill.

Looking at the clan mark on her wrist, she started to feel her consciousness fading.

Kill. Kill them. Without mercy.

Next, the boy's word that encouraged her to fight made everything happen. Mikasa kicked the wooden floor and jumped toward the kidnapper.

With a single blow, she ended his heartbeat.

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After everything that happened, Dr. Jaeger agreed to adopt Mikasa into the family. That time, Mikasa found another reason to live. Could she start fresh again? Could she begin everything from zero again?

No, it was different. Her family was supposed to be only one.

Mikasa jumped when she felt something warm encircling her cold neck. She looked up at the person who gave her the warm fabric.

"You can have this…"

She gave him a puzzled look.

"It's warm, right?"

She blinked.

"What?" he asked her. Then she took her hand, "Come on, let's get going…" he gave her a firm look, "…to our home."

Her eyes widened. Slowly, hot tears began to form at the side of her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. She nodded,

"Home…"

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"Mikasa! Hey, Mikasa!"

"Oh shit, she's not responding!"

"—Somebody, call the school nurse!"

"What? What happened?"

"Mikasa's not breathing!"

"Seriously!?"

When Mikasa woke up from her daydream and looked around, everyone in class 1-04 had started a ruckus. They were all surrounding her, even Shadis-sensei.

"Mikasaaaaa! You're alive!" Sasha cried happily as she threw herself to Mikasa and gave her a bear hug.

Eren was among her friends, looking at her with an annoyed look, "What the hell were you doing, Mikasa!? Youyou made me worried sick!" he shouted.

"Sorry…" she lowered her head. Her hand reached for the non-existent scarf around her neck but fell beside her again when she realized that the scarf was no longer present.

Eren then realized just how much the loss had affected her. Just what was so good about that old scarf anyway? He could always buy her a new one but she insisted on having that one.

Christa seemed to have sensed Mikasa's worries.

"Mikasa. If you really want that scarf only, why don't you sew it back?" she suggested.

Eren quickly opposed, "Hey, wait, you can't ask Mikasa to sew, she's going to"

"Fuck off, Eren, Christa's trying to help here." Ymir said.

"That's right, Eren! Can't you see how happy Mikasa is? Just look at her face!" Sasha pointed.

True, Mikasa's eyes were sparkling like a five year old who was just told that she could buy any toy she wanted. Had she forgotten about what happened the last time she tried to sew?

"But…" Mikasa looked down again, "…I can't sew…"

"It's alright! I'll teach you!" Christa puffed her chest proudly and Ymir started praising her.

"We have home economics class today and we're doing sewing, right? What a coincidence," Sasha put her finger under her chin.


The third period was home economics. Students rose from their respective seats and moved to the home economics room, bringing their necessary equipment with them. Mikasa excitedly brought her torn scarf along and the girls happily walked with her, silently noting on how cute she looked when she was excited.

On the other hand, Eren looked unusually bothered.

She remembered the last time Mikasa tried to sew and it ended up in disaster. What ended up disastrous wasn't the thing she sewn, instead, it was the whole house. From that point on, Eren's father had told him that sewing reminded Mikasa of that day; the most traumatic day of her life, and that she might suffer from trauma that would affect her psychologically whenever she did something that reminded her of that day. She managed to prevent herself from rampaging after seeing her clan mark, but still, she hadn't gotten over with her trauma in sewing.

But since Mikasa was so eager to do this, maybe she had gotten over with that trauma?

As Eren continued thinking, he didn't realize that he had sat on one of the tables in the home economics room. Sitting besides him was Mikasa and sitting in front of her was Christa. Eren had heard Rico-sensei instructing them about how to knit. Mikasa was listening carefully to every word Rico-sensei had uttered.

"Alright now, start knitting, students."

And everyone began.

Most boys had problem doing it except for Armin and Bertholdt. Jean and Connie had started cursing when they accidentally cut their fingers when holding the needles. Reiner was having his own problems inserting the thread into the needle with his huge fingers while Bertholdt just smiled at him.

And Eren was gaping at how fast Mikasa was knitting.

"Mi-Mikasa? I thought you said you can't sew?" Christa asked, stuttering.

"Hmm…" Mikasa nodded.

Christa and Ymir exchanged puzzled looks before turning back at Mikasa. Seriously, they didn't call her a genius for nothing. How could she do everything just by listening to a few words from the teacher?

"—Ouch!"

Mikasa turned to her side and saw Eren cut his finger when trying to cut the thread. Almost immediately, she abandoned her half-done work and retrieved a band-aid from her pocket. Christa and Ymir observed as Mikasa wiped the blood and carefully covered Eren's cut.

"Here, done."

"Thanks."

"Be careful next time," Mikasa nodded before going back to her work.

Both Christa and Ymir cried in awe, making Eren and Mikasa tilted their heads at them in puzzlement.

Christa clapped her hands and her eyes sparkled, "Eren and Mikasa are so close! Are you two dating?" she asked excitedly, they could see something in her eyes… expectation?

"Of course we're close. We're siblings. Right, Mikasa?" Eren said.

Mikasa nodded almost too desperately, excited at the word 'siblings'. Eren hadn't said that word for a while now.

"But, but! You are not blood-related, right?"

"That's true, but we're close! We sleep together, and even bathe together when we were little! Right, Mikasa?"

Mikasa nodded quickly again, overly-excited.

On the other hand, an ear-to-ear grin made its way to Christa's lips. She held her hands over her mouth in excitement and her eyes sparkled even more. Then she cleared her throat, seemingly trying to suppress a squeal.

"Have you ever thought of deepening your relation"

Before she could finish her sentence, Christa received a headbutt attack from Ymir who sat beside her.

"Auhh… What was that for, Ymir?" Christa whimpered while rubbing her head, a single tear forming at the corner of her eye.

"Stop asking them questions, you're not going to finish yours on time," Ymir said, pointing at Christa's barely-existing knitting with her chin.

"Oh my, that's right. Let's talk about this later." Christa smiled.

Eren shrugged and Mikasa nodded.

While sewing, Eren accidentally caught a glimpse of the mark on Mikasa's right wrist. His eyes widened. She forgot to wear something to hide it. Probably because she was too startled about what happened to her scarf. Eren wanted to tell her to hide it but if she noticed that mark, something might happen.

Should he just dismiss it and hoped that Mikasa wouldn't notice until the end of the day?

He shook his head, it was too risky.

"Oi, Mikasa, what's that on your right wrist? A tattoo?" Connie pointed out.

Eren cursed under his breath as he saw Mikasa shifted her gaze to her wrist. Almost too quickly, Eren grabbed her wrist to hide the mark.

"…Eren?"

"Err… Mikasa, let's go to the restroom!" he made up an excuse. At least he could lend her his wristband or something once they got out of here.

But his plan backfired as he could hear the cry of awe from everyone in the class.

"Gyahaha! What are you going to do with Mikasa in the restroom, Eren?" Connie laughed.

"Oi, oi, don't get horny all of a sudden, Eren…" Reiner teased, ignoring his messed-up knitting completely.

"I knew it! I knew you never saw Mikasa as a sister!" Jean got up from his seat.

"Eren, I never thought…" Armin gasped.

"Not you too, Armin! Calm down guys, this isn't anything you're thinking about!" Eren defended himself.

As everyone started teasing Eren, Mikasa seemed to have realized what he was trying to do. She removed his hand from her wrist before smiling reassuringly and hid her wrist with her sleeve for the meantime. "Do you have something I can use?" she asked him.

Eren nodded.

He continued his knitting and Mikasa tilted her head.

"Wait until I'm done with it…" he murmured under his breath, slightly embarrassed.

Realization hit her, and faint blush crept up to Mikasa's cheeks. Eren was trying to knit a bracelet for her. The feeling of happiness spread inside her as she held her hand and covered her mouth to suppress a giggle.

"I'll be waiting…" she said with a smile.

"Al-alright… Don't blame me if it's not well-made…" Eren whispered.

Mikasa shook her head, "Everything you give me is the best thing I could have owned…"

The two looked as though they were inside their own world they didn't realize the awkward stares directed at them. Jean had started biting his thumb in heavy jealousy and Marco reassured him, while Christa looked as though she was trying to prevent herself from squealing again.


That afternoon, Mikasa was riding Rivaille's car to a studio.

She held out her arm and stared at the red knitted bracelet circling her right wrist. The bracelet wasn't the best bracelet she had seen, but it was filled with Eren's feelings. Smiling to herself, she examined the red bracelet carefully. She could still see a small part of her clan mark but it was okay. She wanted to be stronger. By getting over with her trauma, she could get stronger.

"Remove your hand from my sight, Mikasa. Are you going to take responsibility if we got into an incident?" Rivaille stated in monotone.

"Tch," Mikasa clicked her tongue and glared at the man beside her before pulling her hand back. "Annoying midget…" she murmured under her breath.

"Pardon?" Rivaille asked despite knowing well what she had just said.

"Nothing," Mikasa threw her face away.

"Be sure to hide that mark with make-up or something. It's not something you can display freely to public."

"I know," Mikasa rolled her eyes.


Annie made her way to her shoe locker to change her shoes into the outdoor ones. However, besides her shoes there was a piece of paper.

No, it was a white envelope.

She examined both sides of the paper but found nothing written. She immediately knew who the sender was. No, it was not like she knew who the actual sender was. But she had been receiving the same letter again and again ever since she enrolled to high school.

She put it inside her bag and resumed her activity.

Little did she know that someone was watching her from behind…

-TO BE CONTINUED-


Unfortunately, there won't be any quiz for this chapter either. But I will be giving you a sneak peek for the next chapter~

Here it is!

Chapter 12. Mysterious Letter

Reiner came in to give the class a notice.

"Guys, I believe you already know that mid-term exam starts the day after tomorrow. Study well and don't be disappointed because after the exam, we'll have our long-awaited culture festival!"

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Annie rubbed her eyes and yawned, "I seriously don't care."

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"What does Christa's dad do, anyway? He sure got a lot of connections."

"Maybe a mafia boss or something? Who cares?" Connie laughed heartily.

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"Did you decide to drink milk so that you can get taller, Annie?"

At that, Annie spurted her drink.

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"I opened it not long ago and I had the same reaction as you. Yesterday, I thought the content of the letter would be the same as usual so I didn't bother to open it. But… you know what it means, right?" Annie said, implying to the contents of the letter.

Bertholdt noddedtoo bewildered to talk as he read the contents of the letter.

Stay tuned, and see you next week! XD