I do NOT own Shingeki no Kyojin / SNK at all, however, the plot is owned by me.
(im posting review responses below because EYYY )
The Seraphim cried.
The Seraphim wept, and wept, because -
oh dear, the Seraphim's were vanishing, disappearing-
had the angel stayed in Hell for too long? Surviving this long without
a drop of sunlight so spare, the angel, the Seraphim-
was exhausted.
Constantly tired, and pondering,
singing,
dancing, praying to Eden, praying to Yggdrasil,
and now, it was praying to the boy in hopes he would not catch the
same illness it had.
Hanji Fang was playing with her dear titans when Levi and Eren had viciously attacked her door with a flurry of heavy, tormenting knocks and angered pleas telling her to open her door. As usual, she ignored them and only continued to toy with her sweet children, smiling with adoration as they drooled and grinned at the sight of the bloody, light blue arm she was holding. She giggled as one of they tried to bite her leg, her only motion to dodge this being a small hop backwards.
"No, no, Beanie~!" She singsonged, laughter evident in her light, playful tone as her eyes sparkled with amusement, "You don't eat momma!"
In response, the titan let out a small groan, its eyes widening as it looked at a figure behind Hanji, the figure small, yet devilishly strong.
It was not until then that Hanji turned around, just in time to dodge Levi's kick by a centimeter, and goodness, did Levi look angry, although clearly, he was trying to push his angered emotions back due to the tan skinned male which followed behind him in a bewildered fashion, looking somewhat unsurprised and disappointed to see Levi try to attack the russet haired female.
"Yeesh," Hanji began with a little frown as she fixed her eyeglasses, bringing herself up so that she could stand properly, "what's gotten you all riled up?" Hanji paused, thinking of all the possible things which could have gotten him this angry, "Ooh!" Hanji grinned and snapped her finger, as if she had had some kind of 'eureka' moment, "Aww, you little nasty, you tried to play dog with him on your first day-!" She blatantly shut up upon having Levi's strong fist land a number on her lungs, letting out a small groan of pain upon having felt the surge of ache throughout her body.
"Call a meeting," Levi seethed with pure rage, his silver eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, "round everyone up and tell them to meet in the drawing room," he ordered her before viciously shoving her away from him, his eyes softening upon meeting Eren's blandly disappointed look, "and Eren, please follow me. I shall escort you to the drawing room."
The nephilim continued to stare at him before rolling his eyes slightly, crossing his arms, "Fine, but I suggest that you don't pull me along with you, and allow me to walk by myself." Eren's request would have made Hanji snicker, and it did, but it came out nasally and unattractively.
Levi took this as a cue to head out the door, which was now in a state whereas it was in need of repair, and turned over to Eren with his thin eyebrows slightly furrowed, his silver eyes glinting under the harsh candlelight, "If we may, shall we go?"
"Then we shall," Eren responded in the same manner which Levi had used, walking towards Levi and out the door, enjoying the feeling of the cape fluttering around him.
After they had left the room, leaving only Hanji and her 'children' behind, Hanji let out an annoyed cry:
"That damn midget is gonna make my beautiful skin bruise!"
The gathering was- at first- silent, everyone in the room staring at one another as if expecting something extreme to happen. They were all seated in a round table, eyes flickering back and forth while Eren merely observed them with hushed interest. All Eren could do when Petra sent him a confused look was shrug, although he knew very well what was happening.
"I knew it!" Oluo snapped suddenly, causing everyone- with the exception of Levi- to flinch up at him, "The nephilim brat did something didn't he!?"
"What..?" Eren guffawed at the surprising, abrupt accusation, his face morphing from a concentrated look to an annoyed one within seconds, "No, I haven't done anything wrong!" Eren dismissed himself, feeling irritation build up. Was Oluo serious?
"No," Levi admitted, his eyes narrowing at the crowd before him as he began to speak, "Eren has done nothing wrong," Levi paused for a moment, "however, you all, excluding Eren, as a group have done something appallingly wrong." Now, this had caught their attention. "You, Hanji fucking Fang," Levi hissed as he stood up from the table, anger conquering his voice, "let a mutt friend in, did you not?"
The said Fang member looked at him for a moment as if inquiring him with a single look, however, that look disappeared as she let out a sound of realization, "Oh," she huffed, "how'd you know?" Was her somewhat worried response, and it was not until then that Eren realized that this was a serious topic.
Levi scowled deeply, standing up from the table with a slam of his hands pressing onto the table. He then, began to speculate the woman, walking over to her in a tortuously slow fashion, his steps progressively becoming more aggressive and authoritative as he pressed forward, "That little shit you brought in left a mark on my precious carpet," he answered her question darkly, "and I believe that you should know that those of the Fang clan, other than you, are unaccepted, and not allowed to visit my residence without my permission!"
"Oh, come on, Levi," Hanji chuckled lightheartedly and care-freely, as if nothing was wrong with this, "at least he didn't-!" She suppressed any further talking, for if she had spoken another word, the cold metal which had pressed as a serious threat to her throat would slice into her skin.
Petra stiffened at this action, a lump forming her in her throat as she felt that something bad would happen if she did not stop this, however, she had no power to, for Levi would do the same to her. Eren.. on the other hand..
Petra sent a desperate look to Eren, and Eren had caught it, but he was frozen in his seat.
There was no way Levi would hurt his friends, right?
"Do you understand what you've done, Hanji?" Levi questioned her with a small growl, "You have allowed our enemy into our home, you have allowed it to find any places to infiltrate through the mansion with its group, you have put this whole manor in danger!"
"Levi!" Petra screamed, unable to stand the tension, "She hasn't done anything wrong!" She cried in protest before bursting out into a fit of coughs. Oluo stood up and gently ushered Petra to sit down, unable to refrain his glare from reaching Eren.
Eren met his eyes. Eren met their eyes, including Hanji's. They were expectant; they wanted Eren to do something. This was it, Eren's first test. Would Eren move to their wishes, or would Eren continue to sit there in fright.
"Quiet, Petra," Levi hushed the woman before returning his glare back over to Hanji, who glared back up at him with wide, amber-looking eyes.
"Get that fucking thing off my throat right now," Hanji spat dangerously, feeling the knife's blade move if possible, closer to her throat, and oh, Levi knew what he was doing. He knew Hanji hated the feeling of metal against her throat- it was all a cause of trauma. Trauma from her past, and shit, he was playing with this traumatic emotion for his use. "Get it off!" She screamed, uncaring if the blade had scraped a thin line onto her throat.
"Levi!" Eren snapped with a growl, "Let her go! She clearly wants to say something, so put that damned knife away!"
Levi glared over at Eren, and slowly, he put the knife a few centimeters away from her throat, then he retracted it completely, bringing it back under the table. That knife was always kept there for safety reasons, and it was ironic how it was used now.
From the corner of Eren's eye, he could have sworn he saw Erd send him a thankful smile before it had disappeared back into a frown to follow up with his look of mortification.
"Thank you," Hanji reluctantly thanked Eren as she began to hyperventilate slightly, taking in deep breathes to calm herself down as she forced her hands to stop shaking at the memory of seeing her siblings die before her. When she had calmed down to the point where she could speak properly, she looked up and glared at Levi's expectant silver eyes, "We.. were ambushed. Four packs of wolves attacked the gates.. and.. all of them where annihilated by Catherine," she bit her lip for a second, a look of woe flooding her eyes before quickly disappearing, "but one managed to sneak through, and it managed to run into the house before any of us could stop it. I-It was a small mistake however-!"
"Small yet fatal," Levi huffed, "so? What of the animal?"
Hanji almost flinched at Levi's cold words, and all she could do was respond with a matter-of-fact voice, "She died."
Eren could taste the bitter hint of sadness in her tone, and he really did not like it...
"Brilliant," Levi sighed in slight relief, moving away from Hanji, much to her comfort. He walked towards the fireplace before turning around within a swift motion, "Petra," he called out to the woman next to the demon, recovering from her small episode, "give Catherine a treat, I believe she deserves a treat for having done a job well done."
"Y-Yes, sir," Petra weakly replied, shuffling towards the feeling of Oluo patting her back lightly.
Eren looked over at Levi with a feeling of dampness on him. He felt his blood run cold. Had Levi felt nothing? No remorse, no, nothing? Yes, these wolves- the Fangs- were his enemies, however should he not feel the slightest bit of sadness?
As soon as Levi allowed everyone to leave, everyone began to walk out, excluding Eren and Hanji. The Demon of Lust, having almost left the room, swiveled around slightly, feeling the deadly demeanor he had created press onto his back, "Get back to work, Hanji.." he ordered the woman, giving one last look to Eren before leaving the room.
Quietly, Eren and Hanji sat, Eren observing Hanji with child-like curiosity as to what she was feeling at the moment. Hanji was slumped over, a hand clutching her head, elbow propped onto the table while her other arm, sat horizontally across the table. Hanji sighed and shifted her glasses, moving them up her forehead and onto her tresses, pushing them away as she kept a far away look in her eyes.
"She was pregnant."
Eren blinked twice at the sudden response, "What?"
"The wolf," Hanji bitterly began, "she was pregnant with pups.. I could just- I could remember her cursing at me, telling me that I was a traitor for leaving their clan while she died.. I still remember the feeling of her neck snap under my hands, I remember her whimper, and oh, if only I had noticed that she was pregnant earlier-!"
"It wasn't your fault," Eren managed to reply, the wheels in his mind whirring accordingly, registering the woe that she felt, "you had to do it.. you were only doing your job." His attempt to calm her down only made the situation worse.
"It was my fault," Hanji whimpered angrily, biting down on her lower lip so hard to the point where it bled, "it was my fault because I was doing my job!" She cried, slamming the hand which she had originally kept up to hold her head down to the table, causing Eren to flinch ever-so slightly. "It's because of the ruler, the King of Fangs.. he doesn't care- all he does is let them go, he doesn't care if they're pregnant, if they have children, if they have a family, he forces them to kill, kill, kill, and no, no, they don't want to kill, but they must to live, and those who don't get their heads slain off using the metal and post up onto a spear- as if it's some kind of sick joke, some kind of trophy that you just hang to prove your power-!" She continued to ramble, her sentences slowly turning into slurs.
Eren could only watch the former Fang member degrade herself further with an understanding feeling, and for a moment, Eren shut his eyes, listening to her repeat one word:
Metal.
"Hanji."
That broke her from her trance, "What?"
"It's okay, it's not your fault."
"Is it..?"
"Yes."
"Is it really?"
"Yes."
And for once in her life, Hanji let out a relieved laugh.
as you can see, Hanji isn't just a ball of cray-cray. Well not in this story anyway.
I'm trying to imply my understandings of certain characters in this story qq
plot thickens DUN DUN DUNUDNUdn bye
Rawrforoneandall:
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You're welcome, and likewise, thank you as well ;-;
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