Alright I'm back with another long chapter for this fanfic. The Longest chapter so far!

Responses:

Remnisk, I'll try and respond to this as well as I can. That's a good idea, to be honest all you need to know are just the names of these assassins, luckily I already assured everyone in the introductions now. I know the smut could do better, and rest assure I won't redo it. I'm thinking of making another in a later chapter, maybe. Don't worry, Mikasa won't be TOO much of a problem in the later chapters. Yeah, those bold parenthesis are my way of separating from the here and now, and into flashbacks. I'm glad you enjoyed my first story, I'll make sure you'll enjoy this sequel too, and the upcoming third. Believe me, I'm not giving up this crossover.

Noteriety:

Wings of Freedom, by princess of the night 93

Cold hearts, by purple ninja cat 278

Hourglass, by aiikawarazu

Breathless, by august . sapphire

Chapter 6: One Betrayal Deserves Anohter

Walking through the corridors of the swampy castle, Eren thinks about the responsibilities of the rank of mentor, "Am I ready for this? I mean, I've been kidnapped twice, but… I don't know, I just hope I can handle myself now." Eren thinks to himself, making his way to Levi's location. Down the staircase to the meeting hall, Eren finds Levi, Petra, and Hanji surrounding a familiar assassin. Picking up his pace, his temper grows hot.

"Bertolt?" Eren says out loud to himself.

Eren finds the traitor tied up in a chair. Bertolt is more scared than a rickety puppy, but there's no sympathy from anyone around him. After what he did in Svyatoy, there's no forgiveness. Eren tries to quell his anger, but he can barely cork it down. Bertolt is covered in a lightly battered face of blood, and bruises. Not too much, but enough to see them.

"What are you doing here Bertolt?" Eren asks with as much steamed out anger he can muster.

"I…" Bertolt is stuttering, "I came to surrender, I want to join. For real this time! Now listen, listen. I get it! Your all pissed at me and Reiner, but I'm willing to join you gu-" Bertolt couldn't finish his plead with Petra's boot shoved in his mouth.

"After what you did to all those innocent people back there? There's no forgiveness anywhere." Petra presses her boot deeper in his mouth.

Eren withdraws Petra's boot, before he has the chance to seep out a little more anger. He isn't being sympathetic right now though. After Petra removes her dirty boot, from Bertolt's mouth, Eren grapples his neck, putting in all of his anger in his strong fingers.

"Give us a reason to believe you?" Eren whispers, squeezing his grip on Bertolt's neck much harder.

Eren doesn't let go of his captive's neck, not until he chokes out what's left of his soul. After Bertolt starts pleading with what little oxygen he has left inside his lungs, Eren slowly soothes out his muscles around his former assassin's neck.

Bertolt drinks in as much oxygen he can inhale in such little timing, "Okay…" Bertolt starts coughing out his innards, and goes back to swallowing more air, "We…we… we have Aveline, and Connor, as prisoners!" Those two names punch the sense of shock in every assassin's eyes. Two famous Assassins are still alive, they survived the destruction of Svyatoy? No one can hardly believe this, Bertolt is telling the truth right now, but his face says otherwise to Eren though.

Eren wipes away his shock of the possibility of Connor's survival, and comes back to his task at hand, "Alright Bertolt, let's say I believe you? Do the Templars know you're here?" Eren asks, sounding deliberately, and care free.

Their captive looks a bit shook up, but his face is still firm on the truth, "I fled." Bertolt kneels his head down, still catching up on his breathing, "They probably believe I'm here now." Bertolt grits his teeth, with concealed eye lids.

"Alright Bertolt," Levi joins in on this conversation, "Petra, Hanji? Could you leave me and Eren to our guest?"

"Sure." Petra is the first to take her leave, following her given orders.

"Don't take too long." Hanji requests, bumping up her glasses closer up to her nose. She closes the door behind her with her curiosity as high like a drug. Then again, Levi is asking the question Hanji already suspects him to ask.

"Bertolt, how did you find us?" Levi comes in closer to Bertolt's face, staring down for any sign of fear across their captive's face.

Bertolt begins jittering his teeth together. His nervous sensation gives Levi the nod for his solution. Levi swings a right cross punch in Bertolt's bruised up face. Knocking him down on the floor, still strapped to the seat, "TELL ME!" Levi yells, for once.

"Levi!" Eren quickly snatches Levi's arm from landing another blow to their prisoner. Eren nods to his friend, signaling Levi to take a small breather, and he calmly complies with another nod. Levi pardons himself, and steps away, so Eren can have a turn at this traitor. Who could possibly be a former traitor?

Eren kneels down to meet one of his old friends, he's hoping he's serious about rejoining the brotherhood, but he can't take this lightly, "Now Bertolt." Eren grabs him by the hair, and forces his eyes open, "It's a simple question. How did you find us?" Eren looks deep in Bertolt's eyes. They're barely swollen, and black, but they shouldn't be too bad.

Bertolt is barely out of breath, but he's able to pant out a repetitive word, "Pack…pack…pack." Bertolt takes in a moment to rest. Any time he can just close his eyes is enough for anything.

"Levi, go check his things. Backpack to be specific." Eren orders while tening to his captive. Levi obeys the Creed's mentor, and takes his leave from the room. Leaving Eren with Bertolt, alone, is a moment of opportunity.

"Alright. One more question, and you're out of this chair." Eren brings assurance to his prisoner. He may think that Bertolt is telling the truth, but he's not out of the woods yet, Bertolt has a lot more to explain, "Next question is about Clarke." Eren hauls Bertolt up from the floor.

"It's about Clarke, and the Titans." Eren comes up to Bertolt's face, much closer than Levi did from before, "Clarke told me that the Templars goal for their cause is to unleash the Titans, and rebuild this world in their own image. Is that true?" Eren breaks away from Bertolt's personal space, so he can give his captive some thinking time.

Bertolt nod his head, "Yes." Breathing his words out from his mouth.

"What can you tell me about their plan?" Eren starts pacing around Bertolt, pulling out his hidden crossbow bolt for intimidation, "Are they close, are they on their way to winning? What can you tell me?" Eren retracts his bolt into his device, and comes closer again, "Bertolt!" Eren whispers a tad, "If you're serious about joining the Creed, then you need to tell me what you know about this. Right now!"

Bertolt is struggling to speak, either he's scared or still a bit honor bound.

"Speak!" Eren yells.

"W-we're…" Bertolt suddenly looks away from Eren, a tad, and back "I mean… They're… They're almost close to finding the key, but not the door."

"The door?" Eren bites off his curiosity.

"Yes, the old tombs to the all the titans, they're still looking for the key, but they're close. As for the door? We, I mean… They haven't even started on finding the tombs."

Eren is impressed, Eren knows that the Templars are more resourceful than the Assassins but they seem to be slacking on their goals. He's never seen that before, and he won't have this Intel be diminished. Still, something about Bertolt is off from all of this, "Tell me Bertolt, how is this not a trick?" Eren comes back to his prisoner's face.

Bertolt still shakes the nerves out of himself. He's at a loss for words.

So Eren speaks for him, "If this was a trick, wouldn't the Templars have shown themselves by now?" Eren is turning devious, and Bertolt's mouth is still frozen. Nodding his head is all he can answer Eren's question with.

"So you're completely alone? No one followed you?" Eren keeps piling the questions, pound by pound. "You're willing to surrender the realization of Templar influence for us?" Eren is still in Bertolt's face.

He nods his head one more time, completely surrendering his soul, and mind.

"Alright then, one more question." Eren retracts his face away from Bertolt, "Where's Connor and Aveline? If you tell me this, I'll believe you, and your welcome back into the creed." Eren offers up this question with total freedom.

Bertolt looks up to Eren, "Fort Casey… They're held captive at Fort Casey."

"Good. Now then." Eren assures Bertolt that his interrogation is over, not after popping out a bolt from his hidden crossbow blade, "Take a moment." Eren puts his bolt up to Bertolt's bruised up face, "Look how sharp it is." Eren digs the blade deeper to Bertolt's face, "If I hear, see, or smell any funny business around here? I will kill you with this, and don't you think I won't." Bertolt tucks himself deeper away from the knife's edge, but Eren pulls it away, and pops out the second bolt. Slicing away his bindings, Bertolt can finally wrap comfort around his wrists.

"C'mon up when you're able." Eren tells Bertolt.

Eren waits calmly outside the door, waiting for either Levi, or Bertolt. It's hard to trust him again, and he wants to trust Bertolt, but it's difficult right now. Eren hates to admit it, but then again? Levi was a born Templar, and now he's on the side of the Assassins. Or at least he was until we came hiding behind him.

(Let's go see how Levi and Petra are doing.)

Levi searches through Bertolt's inventory, trying to find any proof on how Bertolt found this castle, the home of his Wings of Freedom mercs, and himself.

"Levi?" Petra's worrying her radiant red head over an emotionless man.

"What?" Levi's voice is colorless of feeling, and that is just the way he likes it.

"Is there something bothering you?" Petra's concerning look catches Levi's attention, driving him away from Bertolt's pack.

"What makes you think that?" Levi goes back to rifling through the bag.

"I don't know, it's just…" Petra is thinking of how to sugar coat her upcoming words, but she comes out slightly blunt, "ever since we saved those assassins, and seeing Farlan Church again, you've been a little-" Petra couldn't finish her statement, with Levi already on the job.

"Off edge?" Levi finishes Petra's sentence for her, and so he continues, "Yeah…" Levi surrenders to his friend, wiping away the uncomfortable itch from his nose.

"It's because of Farlan. It's because of him is why Isabel is dead."

(Alright, now we're going to dig around into Levi Welson's past. I hope you enjoy this.)

By the order of Mentor Desmond Miles, Levi Welson, Farlan Church, and Isabel Magnolia are tasked on liberating the lumber town of Legname.

On their arrival from after a long ride from a cheap, topless carriage, they've finally made it to one of the biggest lumber villages in all of Yggdrasil. The first noticeable thing that catches Levi's attention is something very off. Legname is peaceful, and quite, It's too peaceful, and quiet. According to the word around Svyatoy, Legname is supposed to be full of busy loggers, and blacksmiths, but there's nothing of such business around here. There's not even the whining sound of a log saw. Nothing at all, this tranquility is uncomfortable for Levi's taste.

"Be on your guard guys." Levi looks to his left, and then his right. The people are in complete order, as if there's no work to be done, but since when does that happen in a logging town, especially one of the big ones.

"Leave it to you to keep your suspicion's up and running." Farlan comments to his best friends caution.

Levi just rolls his eyes at his partner, and turns to Isabel. Looking at her in her green eyes, and red pigtails. She's carrying her determined, firm face, and gives Levi a good nod. Levi just nods his head back at her, afterwards, he gives the signal to move forward. Walking pass the merchants, and travelers, Levi notices a big church, for a logging town. Levi never thought a town like this would have a church at all, but it's best not to think of that kind of stuff in the Creed. He cracks a small smile behind in his cheeks. No one can tell, but Farlan, and Isabel can.

The three of them have been through thick and thin since they were children. They've been through more than a single army could handle. Every city they've lived in has been burned, pillaged, destroyed, or swept from existence. Before the Creed, the only loyalty they've ever known was to each other. After they became fed up with running, they've found the Creed, and they never left them. Because the Creed hasn't left the three of them.

Levi points his first orders of business to a good brawler, "Farlan, I want you to go check the tavern, and see what you can hear from the locals." He nods with a small bow in acceptance.

"Isabel?" Levi directs his attention points to a very athletic friend he can always trust to get a good view, "I want you to get up top, and see what you can find."

Isabel sticks out a big thumbs up, and a wink coloring up her face, "Gotcha!" She starts dashing up the crates that lead to side lanterns attached to the buildings. She swings her way up to the roof tops, and begins climbing her way up to their church tower.

From Levi, and Farlan's position from the ground, Isabel is like a monkey with hooks for fingers. She's climbing up every crack, and crease as if it were child's play. She finally makes it to the top, and takes in a moment to enjoy the view. She can see the whole valley from her height, and it's absolutely beautiful. The best part about this, is that she won't see this view again, because every time she climbs up this high, she'll be in a different town by then. About three or four stories high, Isabel can see Levi, and Farlan hauling a hay cart for her to jump in. They give her the sign that they're ready, she stands up from the tip top of her spot, and swan dives into the stack of hay. Swerving to her back, she lands in the hay with ease, and no broken bones.

Farlan never understands this concept, "I never really got how the leap of faith works." He doubts with his nodding.

Levi comforts his doubt with a hand to his shoulder, "Just have faith, that's all you need to get."

Farlan nods with a smile on his face now in agreement.

Isabel ruffles out of the hay bale, shaking away all the dirty, dry plantation off of her, "Alright, since I finished my job, may I go help Farlan?" Isabel asks for permission from Levi, with big green eyes.

All Levi does to show she has permission is just circle his finger to the air. Farlan, and Isabel take their leave to the tavern while Levi breaks away so he can begin working his own job. Passing all the food markets, Levi notices a couple of imperial soldiers.

It's the imperials that have always been doing the Templars dirty work, while they cower behind luxury. To them, the Imperials are nothing but expendable.

Levi takes refuge in the crowds, invisible to any suspicion of the guards. Keeping his eyes and ears on the two guards, they leave their post, giving him the nod to leave his own post around the people. Sneaking around, with the crowds of people like a cloak of camouflage, and his green hood darkening his face from the light, Levi begins tailing the two guards. Sneaking closer, to the two imperials, Levi hears them beginning to start a conversation, and it's something Levi can't resist to eavesdrop on.

"So, did you hear any news about the treaty going on?" Says the guard with a blade in his hands. The guards are currently crossing a wooden bridge, and luckily, so is another crowd of people. Levi exchanges his current crowd with another, before he's caught in the open.

"You mean the one tonight?" Says the guard with a musket.

"Shush shh! Not so loud." The other guards screeches.

Levi smiles, to the good news on that, but he needs to know where this meeting is.

"Whatever. Yeah, with that agreement signed, Governor Clarke will be in control of this town."

"Yeah, hey how many lumber towns does he own?"
"I think he owns about half of them."

"Damn, I wonder what he's going to do with all of them?"

"We'll find out soon."

Levi watches the guards split their ways, and with the fact of a Templar meeting somewhere, tonight. Levi needs to more information. The one with the musket goes into an alley.

"Idiot." Levi thinks to himself. Making his way to the same alleyway, Levi treads lightly to the back of this rifleman. Keeping his boots under a light touch, Levi is practically a hair away from this guy.

Levi snatches this musket wielder's voice away from his mouth with his grip. He then knee's this guy in the ribs, crippling his legs, and stunning him everywhere else around him. Swinging his head to the nearest wall, he slams his face into the wooden building. Levi can now begin his interrogation.

"Where is the treaty being signed tonight?" Levi frightens his grip on the guard. In the moment, the guard just panics. In the moment, the guard just panics. So Levi pops out his hidden blade and taps it on his cheeks.

"Where!" Levi discreetly growls to the guard. He begins scraping a piece of his neck, to make him bleed.

"Ugh ugh uggghh, in the forest, about a mile north. P-p-please! I have a family!" The anxiety of this man's fright is speaking the truth.

"Good boy." Levi slithers in this guards ears, before knocking him out by slamming his face back into the wood. He hides the man's unconscious body next to a barrel, and with an empty bottle to make it look like he's drunk.

Levi makes his way to the tavern, and meets his friends eating a meal. They leave a full plate just for him.

"So what did you find?" Farlan nibbles on a green apple while talking.

"There's a treaty tonight in the woods a mile north from here. We'll head over there in a couple of hours, and wait for the ceremony to begin. Governor Clarke will be there personally." Levi explains briefly.

"Good. Bout time we gave this guy a blade to the neck!" Farlan slams his fist down on the table.

(Later that night.)

Levi, Isabel, and Farlan await in the numerous crowds at the edge of town for their nod to start tailing the treaty. At the corner of Levi's eyes, a carriage is spotted leaving towards the outskirts of town. In all of Levi's time as a Templar, he can do more than tell that the Templar's are waiting in there. Tailing the fancy looking carriage out of sight by treading through the trees. About a mile of undetection, and stalking in the high ground, the carriage stops.

"We must've made it to the destination." Levi agrees with himself, jumping down in the tall brush of bushes.

Isabel dives into a pile of branches and leaves, while Farlan stays upward to keep a birds eye view of the place.

A real strange predicament about all of this is that there's no escort, and no one has come out of the carriage, "Isabel, go check the carriage." Levi commands.

"Gotcha!" Isabel sneaks around the back of the carriage with a small sword in her hand. She was just about to open the carriage, before it bashed open in her face. The next thing Levi notices is the sand of a flintlock, and the iron scent of gun powder. After that, Isabel falls to the ground, with a hole and blood all over her face.

"ISABEL!" Levi yells to her, and to the face that this whole thing was a trap.

Levi didn't have enough time to react to this sudden loss due to a sudden sleep dart drowning away his consciousness.

(Back to the here and now, we'll go back to Levi's past some other time.)

"Oh. My. God!" Petra has been shot in the heart by Levi's story.

"Yeah, and that's just half of what happened." Levi finally finds his required papers on how Bertolt found this place. Turns out he kept a few reports from Desmond and Levi's agreements on contracts and deals. He could feel a warm hand around his neck all of a sudden.

"Listen Levi." Petra mournfully speaks, "I'm sure you have more than a reason to be who you are, but just know. I'm always here for you." Petra assures to her crush.

Levi touches her hand wrapping around his neck with his own, "I lost everyone I care about, all but you. Thanks."

"It's okay. I'm always here for you"

Alright, we have about half of Levi's past in a nutshell, I hope you enjoyed it. Or maybe this is one-third of Levi's Past, not sure yet.

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