Mikasa

Mikasa smoothed down the fabric of her dress. She was wearing a blue two-piece tunic slightly wrinkled at the waist. The sleeves were long and a little bit puffed at the shoulders, the tunic also had a large neckline.

She didn't have time to change, so she had to greet the Tyburs in this outfit.

When the unannounced guests entered the spacious living room, the girl's body tightened with nervousness. She saw a big group of men, all holding weapons. They refused to leave them at the entrance. The three men who were walking in front looked like the leaders. They were dressed in shirts and elegant trousers, and they all had modern hairstyles. The other men looked more ordinary, they were wearing the black jackets and t-shirts. Mikasa guessed that they were the bodyguards.

One of the newcomers stepped forward. He had to be Tybur's oldest son. The man had short, blond hair that was falling over a high forehead and a handsome face with a goatee. His bright eyes expressed the hostile intentions. He looked around the room.

"Who's in charge here?" He asked in a proud tone.

Mikasa budged a little. Pieck was standing on her left, while Zeke was leaning against the wall on her right. The rest of their men were standing close, including the Gaillard brothers, gripping their weapons, ready to attack. Kruger, Annie, Ymir and the rest went with Grisha and Eren. Mikasa saw that Zeke also moved a little. He apparently wanted to say something, but she was faster than him.

"I am" She replied confidently and took a step forward. "I was told you wanted to talk. So let's talk. Don't let the crimes of those who raised us decide of our own fate".

The man looked at her and raised an eyebrow. He looked very surprised, which made him silent for a while.

"Is this some kind of joke? You want me to talk to one of Grisha's slut?"

"I would mind your words, If I were you..." Pieck muttered, reaching for the weapon that was attached to her belt. Tybur's companions raised their guns.

Mikasa held up a hand.

"Please, let's calm down. I was raised by Grisha and now I'm making the decisions while he's not here".

She noticed that Zeke looked at her angrily. Tybur's son sighed.

"Alright. If you're so eager to talk, let's talk. But I want to talk to you in private. Unless you're scared".

Mikasa pointed to the Grisha's office door.

"Of course I'm not. Let's talk there".

Pieck gave her a worried look. Mikasa smiled slightly at the girl, then entered the office. Zeke just looked after her with a grim gaze on his face.

Tybur's son entered the room and closed the door behind him. Mikasa sat down at the long table, the man took a seat opposite her.

"Would you like something to drink?" She asked, pointing to the mini-bar behind her.

"I'd love to have a drink with you, but unfortunately I just happened to bury my father" The man replied, crossing his legs. "In such a situation, you're not in the mood for celebration. But what do you know about it".

"It is true. My parents died when I was eight. It's a little too early to drink when you're that age, so I can't relate".

The man raised his eyebrows slightly. Then he looked at her with a little more of curiosity. It took a moment for him to speak.

"You know… I look at you now and I feel a little sorry with the thought that I will have to kill you. I think we would like each other".

"That's the strangest compliment I've ever heard in my life. You're very confident... Whatever your name is".

"Klaus. Klaus Tybur".

"My name is Mikasa. Nice to meet you" The girl looked at the interlocutor with a fixed gaze. "Klaus, no one has to die today".

"You think I could just forget that someone killed my father? No way. Grisha has taken something from me, so I'll take something that belongs to him".

The man suddenly stand up and slipped across the table, gripping Mikasa in a firm, brutal embrace. He twisted her arms and pressed the girl's body against the table.

"It's nothing personal" He said, taking the gun from its holster and holding it against Mikasa's forehead.

The girl widened her eyes. It was strange because she felt no fear at all. She knew exactly what to do... and what would happen if she would fail.

She pulled one arm free, then pushed it back, her elbow hitting Tybur's throat. She risked a lot, but had no choice. The man gasped in surprise, but pulled the trigger. Mikasa felt something small scratched her cheek. Klaus let go of her for a second, but that was enough. He didn't expect any attack, and that had lost him.

She turned around to face him. First, she twisted his wrist, causing him to drop the gun. Then she kicked him between his legs with all her might, and when he doubled over in pain, she kicked him in the face. Then she reached for the gun lying on the floor and hit the man in the temple with it.

Tybur groaned in pain and fell to his knees. Mikasa aimed at him.

"Don't move" She murmured, staring into the eyes of the kneeling man.

Only now she realized that she heard gunshots and the sounds of fighting on the other side of the door. Did Tybur's gunshot alert his men?

The girl pulled the man towards the exit from the room. She made Klaus to walk in front of her, still holding the gun pointed at his back. She opened the door and looked outside. She spotted her people hidden behind the wall separating the hall from the living room, and also behind the wooden table top that was turned on its side. They were shooting at Klaus' men on the other side of the large room. There were fewer of them than before, apparently some of them had to escape as soon as the shooting began.

"Lower your weapons!" Mikasa called, pushing Klaus forward and aiming the gun at him. She did it in such a way that everyone could see she was holding him at gunpoint. Tybur's men hesitated.

"Do what she says!" Tybur shouted. The men who had come to the Yaeger mansion with Klaus had no choice. One by one, they put their guns on the floor, then raised their hands in surrender.

"Bind them" Mikasa instructed the group of the Titans. Grisha's men nodded. Porco and Marcel went straight to work. Pieck stared at Mikasa as if she saw her for the first time in her life. Mikasa noticed that the woman was bleeding from her arm. She must have been shot. The Gaillard brothers were injured too, but their wounds weren't that serious.

Zeke gave Mikasa a furious look. He had a cut lip, apparently he had to fight someone a moment ago. Yaeger walked over to the girl and looked at her from up close.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Why did you want to talk to him? It was known from the start how this will end, you stupid bitch!".

"I had to give him a chance!" Mikasa said, looking back at the taller man who only snorted in response.

When all the enemies were tied, Porco and Marcel walked back to Mikasa.

"What now?" Pieck asked. She was touching her arm, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Take them somewhere. Let them wait for Grisha. He will decide what to do with them" Mikasa replied after a moment. "Give them something to treat their wounds...".

Zeke laughed out loud.

"How can you be so stupid?" He asked, shaking his head. Then he looked at the Gaillards and Pieck. "Take them out to the backyard and line them up. We will deal with them one by one. They are of no use to us".

Porco, Marcel, and Pieck exchanged glances.

"Zeke... From what Grisha said, Mikasa makes the decisions in his absence" Porco said carefully, crossing his arms over his chest.

Yaeger looked at his shorter friend, narrowing his eyes menacingly.

"What did you say…?".

"Man… Zeke, relax. Your father will be back soon and he will take care of this mess" Pieck muttered, her fingers tightening on her bleeding arm. Her face grew more and more pale. "Now we do as Mikasa says...".

"So it would be nice if you didn't make it that difficult" The girl muttered, looking into Zeke's eyes without fear. "If you have any complaints, you can always tell on me to Grisha afterwards. You know, like you always did, since we were kids".

Zeke gritted his teeth, then lunged at Mikasa.

"You bitch!".

Marcel was faster, he grabbed Zeke by the shoulders and pressed him against the wall.

"Zeke, calm down, for fucks sake!".

"Get off me, goddamn it!".

Zeke broke free and moved away from Gaillard. He gave Mikasa one last furious look, then turned on his feet and walked away towards the stairs, cursing under his nose.

Pieck, Porco, and Marcel turned their eyes to Mikasa. The girl was silent for a moment. Then she looked at the older Gaillard.

"Thank you..." She said quietly, then looked at the brunette. "Pieck, you should sit down, you are so pale. Marcel, find something to bind her wound with".

The man nodded, took the dark-haired girl by the arm and led her to one of the armchairs. Mikasa looked at the younger Gaillard.

"Porco, I want you to contact Dr. Kirschtein. Ask him to come here and treat the wounded".

"No problem" The young man replied, and he was about to leave, but Mikasa grabbed him by his arm.

"Wait! I don't want you to drive him here by the force. Just ask him if he will have some time. Or, maybe…" Mikasa's eyes narrowed slightly. "You can tell him that it's me who is asking him to come here".

Porco nodded, then marched off. Mikasa stared after him, and only then reality hit her. All of the recent events flashed behind her eyes. She couldn't believe that it all really happened. She was nineteen but felt as if those few moments had aged her a decade. She looked down at her hands, which were still trembling.

An hour later she heard a knock on the door. She looked up from the crossed arms that she placed on the table. She was in the Grisha's office, she had to fall asleep.

The door swung open and Jean stood in it.

"Mikasa...?" He asked, eyes widening at the sight of her. "Are you okay?".

The man approached her. He was holding a bag with medical equipment. He put it on the table, then looked at the girl.

"You're hurt" He said, pointing to the wound on her cheek. It had to be the trace of a bullet from Tybur's gun that miraculously only scratched her a little.

Jean opened the bag and took out the necessary items. He cleaned the wound, then applied a small dressing. The girl was silent all the time, her gaze was a little absent.

"You're lucky that the wound isn't deeper. It's just a scratch" The man said with a soft voice. Then he stepped back to put everything back in the bag.

"Did you help the rest?" Mikasa finally asked. She got up and stood next to the man.

"Yes, I helped everyone except you... If I had known you were here, I'd come here first" Jean replied, turning to face her. Their eyes met. "What happened? Who are these people?".

The girl shook her head.

"Too much to tell... Grisha went for a meeting and left me with this mess".

Jean didn't take his eyes off her. His face showed genuine concern.

"This is not a place for you" He whispered, reaching out and gently taking her by the hand.

Mikasa looked to the side, but returned the gesture, moving her fingers. She felt the warmth and the softness of the man's hand. She almost felt safe for a few seconds. It was something completely different to her.

After a while, she also met his eyes.

"You do like me, don't you?" She asked suddenly.

The man widened his eyelids very slowly. He looked like he really expected everything, just not this question.

"What?" Jean was staring at Mikasa in complete surprise, not knowing what to say. "Um, I... I just... I can't stand the thought that someone like you is being trapped in this place. But... Well, yes. To be honest, I think you're really beautiful. And if I could, I'd like to get to know you better".

"Are you married?" Mikasa asked another question, taking a step towards him and closing the distance between their faces.

"What? Of course not! I just finished my studies, I didn't have time to look for a wife..."

"Good".

Mikasa suddenly walked to the door. However, she didn't open them, on the contrary. She turned the key, locking them so no one could enter the room. Then she turned and walked back to the same place, standing right in front of Jean and looking back to his surprised eyes.

"I'd like to make love to you, right now" Mikasa confessed, coming even closer to the man. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist. "If you want it too, of course".

The man opened his mouth in mute amazement. He looked as if every sentence Mikasa said surprised him even more than the previous ones.

"What? What are you talking about? We... We shouldn't…".

"Please" The girl whispered, then leaned over and kissed the taller man.

Jean hesitated for a moment longer, but finally his body relaxed. Mikasa felt strong arms embracing her tightly. The man kissed her tenderly. He felt her heart beating faster with every moment.

After a few seconds, Jean hugged her even tighter and lifted her up, so she could seat on the table. Mikasa wrapped her legs around the man, still kissing him. She could hear the man's rapid breathing, she felt the smell of his deodorant and aftershave, the mixture made her almost dizzy. Then, at the same moment, they ended the kiss and looked into each other's eyes.

"Are you sure?" Jean wanted to know. He run his fingers through Mikasa's dark hair. The girl nodded.

"I'm sure".

The man kissed her again, then moved his lips to her neck. Mikasa sighed softly. Then she slid her hands down, reaching for the man's trousers. As she expected, he was already very aroused, she felt his hard erection through the material. This time it was Jean who sighed with pleasure. Mikasa widened her eyes a little. She couldn't believe that she caused this sound, this delight on the man's face. She touched him again, her fingers tightening around the bulge.

"Oh, shit..." Jean sighed after a moment, meeting her gaze. He was breathing faster. Mikasa, without taking her eyes off the man, unbuttoned his pants, then slipped them off along with his underwear. She touched the heated skin, wrapping her hand around the throbbing penis.

Jean pulled her closer and kissed her, moaning softly in her mouth. The girl didn't stop moving her hand, she wanted this sensation to last as long as possible. She wanted to hear these sighs for a moment longer. Finally, however, the man grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes.

"Wait" He whispered quietly. Then he kissed her on the lips again, immediately deepening the kiss. Their tongues joined in a passionate dance, and their breaths mingled together. Mikasa suddenly sighed louder as she felt the man rolled her tunic up. She opened her eyes to see Jean was leaning in to kiss her breasts. She put her arms around his neck, feeling the flush on her cheeks. She felt a little ashamed, but the desire was much stronger.

After a while, the man put his hands under her skirt. He looked into her eyes as if to make sure she is okay with that. As he met her dreamy gaze, he gently slipped a finger inside of her. Mikasa groaned softly, trembling with pleasure. She felt Jean's kisses on her neck and breasts, she felt his breath against her skin. She felt the man's fingers caress her between her legs. After a long moment, Jean straightened, then hugged her tenderly, stroking her hair. Mikasa wrapped her arms around him and widened her legs.

When she finally felt the man moving inside her, she moaned louder. Her fingers tightened on Jean's shoulders, but the pain quickly disappeared and turned into the pleasure. The man's movements were slow, gentle. He kept looking at her face every now and then, wanting to make sure she was enjoying it.

Only when she whispered in his ear to go faster, he speeded up his movements a little. Still, he tried to express tenderness with his every gesture. He stroked her back, kissed her cheeks, whispered that she was beautiful. All this made the girl feel something strange at one point, something she had never experienced in her life. As the orgasm shook her body, she felt as if she died and was born again. The man came too. He heard her moans, he felt her body tremble, and it all led him to climax.

After the sensation was over, they were still hugging each other and breathing rapidly. Mikasa felt the man's body so close to her that she could felt his heartbeat. She was the first to move and slightly pulled away. Jean looked at her. Blond strands were sticking to his forehead.

"Gosh…" He blurted out in a hoarse, quiet voice. He reached out and stroked Mikasa's cheek, then kissed her tenderly. The girl kissed him back.

After a while they stood up and fixed themselves up. Jean buttoned up his pants, Mikasa straightened her tunic and smoothed her hair with her fingers. When they both looked quite ordinary, the man reached out and took the girl by her hand, then looked in her eyes.

"You know... I just want you to know I don't usually do things like this. I mean, I don't have sex with someone I hardly know".

"That's okay. I understand, I have the same". Mikasa squeezed his hand lightly. "Actually, it was my first time".

The man widened his eyes very slowly. His face turned pale.

"What…?".

Mikasa smiled, then hugged Jean.

"Please, don't panic. If you knew, you probably wouldn't agree to this, would you?" She asked, hugging him tightly. She felt his heart beating fast. "Thank you. Thank you for being so close to me".

"I..." Jean was speechless again. Only after a while he managed to put his thoughts into the right words. "What I said a moment ago... I meant that you are special. Ever since I saw you, I can't stop thinking about you".

Mikasa stroked his cheek and smiled.

"So I was right about that… Who would have thought".

"Hey, I mean it. I can't leave you here. I'll try to help you, okay? Maybe somehow I could get you out of here... You could hide in the back seat in my car... Or maybe...".

The girl put a finger to the man's mouth.

"The walls have ears. It's enough for today, you have to go".

Jean widened his eyes.

"But...".

"You can't help me. I'm sorry" The girl confessed, her gray-blue eyes suddenly turned sad. The same feeling appeared in Jean's gaze. The man shook his head, then squeezed his eyes shut.

"I can't allow it...".

"You can't do anything. Grisha could hurt you if you tried to do something behind his back" Mikasa said, then straightened up. "You should go now, someone might start to suspect something".

"Sure..." Jean reached for his bag, though his eyes was still thoughtful, as if he didn't quite understand what was going on around him. He looked at Mikasa again. "Are you sure you're okay? Didn't I hurt you in any way...?".

The girl shook her head. She walked over to the taller man and placed another tender kiss on his lips, then looked into his eyes.

"You gave me a wonderful memory. Thank you".

Jean nodded. He stroked her cheek gently, then headed for the door, the equipment bag clasped in his hand. He opened the door and gave Mikasa one last, caring look, then left the room.

The girl watched him go, fighting with the feeling that overwhelmed her. She wanted so badly to run after Jean, to ask him not to leave her here and to take her away with him, as far away from this place as possible... But she knew it was impossible. She couldn't bring the man in danger. Nor could she leave Eren and Armin alone.

All she could do was to remember this wonderful moment, in case there was no tomorrow.

She gently touched the dressing on her cheek. She hissed softly, feeling a twinge of pain. This brought her back to reality.

She moved toward the door. There was still a lot of work to do. She also had one very important matter to deal with. She had to talk to Grisha.

For some reason, she believed she had the strenght to do it.