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It was early morning, Reiner and Bertholdt stood at opposite sides of the room, backs turned to one another as they changed into their uniforms.
"Military Police around, it's pretty unsettling" Reiner finally spoke, fastening the buckle at his chest.
Bertholdt sat on the edge of his bed, pulling on his boots. "Yeah..." he hummed, staring at the second boot. "The evidence available to them points more towards someone else though..."
Reiner looked over to him in a small, but quick jolt of his head. He looked down, clenching his fist. "Those lazy bastards will want to get it over with as quickly as possible. They don't care."
Bertholdt looked up with a concerned gaze, pulling the second boot up his leg. "Would you say that's such a good thing?"
Reiner caught his gaze and frowned. Knowing they both felt guilt for the pain they were causing their so called friends. "Not for them at all... Whatever happens, will just happen. We can't fail, Bertl. You know what we have to do."
Bertholdt nodded slowly, swallowing the guilt.
"We've gotten this far, there's no turning back now..." Reiner added, voice hinting at reluctance.
"There was never any turning back to begin with, I know that..."
Reiner walked over, placing a firm hand onto his old friends' shoulder, a simple symbol of male to male comfort.
...
Armin woke up, the sun had just risen through the window panes. His blue eyes were still filled with sleep as the light was blocked by a mass of short black hair. He knew the scent, it was like a unique blend of mimosa and the fir. He felt inclined to move closer and inhale the inimitable aroma, but stopped as he heard a distinct exhale of breath beside him. His head tweaked back and he pushed it into the pillow, reducing his debauched breathing. His lungs reduced speed, and he turned to look away from her, pulling the covers close to his face. He felt uneasy, unsteady, bothered. He forced the feelings away, it was just Mikasa, it was just Mikasa. Just? He shook his head, in attempt to disregard the thoughts that came to mind.
A warm hand pet his arm under the covers, his entire body jolted and then stiffened. He moved closer the the wall his front side faced, and the hand fell to his back. His mind rolled back, should he wake her? Should he sneak out? What would be the best option in the current situation; trapped between a wall and a sleeping, creeping Mikasa.
She moved closer, pressing against his back as the hand from before wrapped around his torso, seeking out the warmth omitting from him.
He squirmed a bit, but was held tighter as a result. He turned his head to look back at her, side glancing past his messy blonde hair to see a humbly resting Mikasa. Her nose twitched as a blonde lock tickled it. He inhaled sharply, and shook his head a little, moving more of his hair into her hair. Her sleeping face wrinkled and pulled away from him, but her grasp on his didn't cease.
He let out a childlike growl, and pushed his head back, repeating the action.
She moaned, releasing her hold and rubbing her itching face. "Wh-what...?" She barely breathed.
Her fingers caught in a tugged lock of blonde hair, causing him to give a sharp yelp.
Her eyes opened, meeting his the back of his head, they widened. "Armin?" She moved backwards, creating some space between them. Her hand rested on the pillow. She blushed "morning..."
"M-morning" he turned onto his back, giving a weak toothy grin.
"I'm sorry, this is becoming a habit..." she rubbed her nose again, closing her eyes to avoid awkward contact with his.
He looked away at the wall "it's okay... I know you need the company." He gave a light giggle "but maybe from now on, I should sleep in the other bed..."
She lifted her upper body up, staring at him "from now on?"
He blushed, pulling his hand over his head "uh... I...umm..."
She smiled gently and rested her head back onto the pillow "alright then..."
He glanced over, seeing her smile. It was warm, not lively or energetic, it was like a warm fire on a cold evening.
"Did I say something wrong?" She sounded with buried the lower half of her face under the covers.
"N-no, you just surprised me" his mouth curled up nervously "I just I haven't seen you smile like that in a while..."
"Oh..." she let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. Her eyelids drifted down for a minute, then she spoke "I should get ready."
She pulled the covers off of her, and got up out of the bed. The cold air of the room hit her, she held herself a moment then moved to the wardrobe, bringing out her uniform. She looked back to Armin, he was watching her intently half hidden under the covers. "Armin, do you mind..."
"Oh, yeah! Of course." He got up, shaking at the cold.
He opened the door, peeking out to check the hallway. All clear. "See you later, Mikasa"
She gave a little wave as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
...
Mikasa opened the door to her units' private 'meeting' room. Her squad looked up to her a moment, Petra waved "goodmorning, Mikasa."
"Morning" she nodded, closing the door behind her.
"Why is it, that women tend to become instantly more sociable to other women?" Auruo questioned rhetorically.
She sat down at the empty space next to Gunther, picking up a piece of bread from a plate in the middle of the table. "I thought you and Petra talk a lot" she said as if it were a simple observation, half of her intended the insulting joke. She took a bite, not bothering to look up to see if it registered.
Petra let out a quiet giggle, along with Erd. Gunther held back the laugh and looked to Auruo, he wasn't happy to say the least. His face smeared with frustration and annoyance "you little..."
She took another bite, her eyes closed.
"You seem cheerier today, Mikasa? Good sleep?" Petra asked, putting a piece of bread in front of Auruos' face while she leaned over the table toward Mikasa.
Mikasa looked up, putting her bread back down. She looked critically at her, but nodded, taking another bite with a light hum.
A knock at the door echoed through the room, then turned to the abrupt noise. The door opened, revealing a handful of men with the Military Police badges at their chests.
"Mikasa Ackerman?" The man in front questioned.
Mikasa nodded, everyone looked to her, her squad looked back to the men, a couple armed with guns on their backs.
"We would like you to come with us."
"You're interrupting an important meeting." Levi spoke, unmoving on his couch. He flashed a warning glance towards the intruders, but kept still and relaxed in his seat.
"We have been requested to take Ackerman in for questioning in regards to what happened with the two Titans that were captured."
"You're arresting her?" Petra called over, worried for her friend.
"Yes." The man replied "now, if you would come quietly."
Mikasa stood, raising a brow. She knew she didn't do anything, but knew that now wasn't the time to question her situation. They were going to question her, she would explain then, to the cowards that looked at her with lazy and begrudging stares. She walked over to them, and they closed the door behind them without a word of apology or further explanation.
"Corporal!" Petra begged.
"There's nothing I can do, they were brought in to investigate the killings. If Mikasa is innocent, then she has nothing to worry about. If she is guilty, then those dogs will finally leave."
She frowned, settling uncomfortably in her seat.
They were struck silent by the event which had just taken place, never guessing that Mikasa of all people would be arrested and taken in for questioning.
Levi sighed inwardly. Teenagers... That damned Ackerman...