Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Attack on Titan.

Pairing

: Levi x Kagome or Eren x Kagome (There will be voting)

Summary

: The first time she saw the creatures, she fled and let mankind fight their battle. The second time she saw them she stayed to fight to make up for the death that stained her heart.

Macabre Dreams
Chapter Three: In Blood and Bruises We Pay

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The only thing for miles were Titans.

He didn't know which was worse - the shit they were about to head into or the shit they were about to leave behind.

With a scowl he turned toward the cart that would carry the dead, Your lives were not lost in vain.

He might not kill the Titans in this town but he would kill the ones that were bearing down upon the walls. He turned toward Erwin and nodded his head - from what intel they had, a mass of Titans was heading to the city and they had to turn back immediately and ensure that if there were any breaches to kill the Titans coming through.

He hoped they made it in time and that maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

Levi touched the mane of his horse and was about to mount it when the creature gave a furious neigh and began to trot in small, tight circles.

"I don't have time for this." he muttered to the oddly acting creature. He attempted to grab the harness but the horse dodged out of the way and turned to run.

"Sir?" called Petra, confusion coating her voice. "What's wrong with your horse?"

Lips pursed he made another grab for it and the creature bolted.

"What the hell?" he cursed. Turning to Petra, his gray eyes dark, he called, "Do we have an extra horse?"

"No sir - the extra horses are already headed back with the others. Take my horse and I will - "

Levi cut her off with a wave of his hand, "No, it's still dangerous. I'll chase the damn thing down and catch up. It will be just a minute or two."

"But sir, I - " he stopped her with a cool look and any protest down died down immediately. With a nod of her head, she began to trot after the others and Levi began to the task of chasing his horse, using his gear to fly through the city streets. Running could mean suicide after all.

It didn't take him long.

The horse was neighing outside a door to one of the houses in a smaller part of the district and using a hoof to scratch at it. Eyes narrowed, he set down next to the horse and stood looking at the door.

What could possibly make an animal act the way it was acting?

Scowling deeper, he pushed aside the animal and placed a hand on of his blades - just in case - and opened the door. The house had been ransacked and clearly had been abandoned like the rest of the town. He stopped in the doorway and saw a trail of blood illuminated from the light behind him.

Leaning down, he grabbed a handkerchief and scratched it along the blood and stopped.

It's fresh, he thought, standing up and looking around the living area. Was one of the unaccountable scouts possibly alive and hiding? Following the blood trail, he turned into a side bedroom and didn't see anything. Brows furrowed he followed the blood trail around the bed to the side and was surprised to see nothing.

Just a puddle of fresh blood and a bloody blanket stolen from the bed.

Curious, he stepped close and stopped abruptly. A light change in the air of the room alerted him to a second presence and eyes sharpening in concentration, the Scout Captain turned and made a move to grab whomever was behind him. Using momentum, he grasped an arm and yanked the person forward onto the bed in front of him and straddled the back of the person attempting to sneak up on him.

There was a yelp of pain and a feminine cry.

His hands tangled in wet locks as he pushed the head on the bed, an arm held behind their back in a painful position.

He waited for his eyes to adjust to the change in the dark room and his lips curled at the female below him.

And he was sure it was female - those curves couldn't belong to anything else.

"Why did you try and sneak up on me?" he questioned coolly. There was no response so he tightened his grip and the woman gave a gasp of pain.

"Y-you were armed!" she cried out.

He arched a brow, "Do you always sneak up on people without knowing whether they are friendly or not?"

There was a snort and another pain filed sound - but this time not because of anything he did, "No - only those who come to me armed to the teeth." she snapped angrily.

"I'm going to lift you up and lead you to the front room to get a good look at you, woman. Don't try anything or you'll lose your head faster than you can blink, understood?" he threatened. He felt her nod and he unstraddled her. He pulled her up by her arm and helped her get her footing before pushing her through the bedroom door and into the living area.

He heard the horse at the door neigh impatiently and he shot the creature a look before speaking to the woman, "I'm going to let you go. Turn around slowly."

A nod was his response and he released the arms in his hold and watched as the figure turned and slowly faced him giving him a chance to give her the once over.

When their eyes met, he gave one slow blink and tried to process what he was seeing.

The woman was black and blue all over - battered and bloody. Her face had not been spared and there was swelling on her left cheek. Her cheeks were somewhat sunken and her eyes were dark with bags under them. She was filthy from head to toe, covered in grime and muck, her hair had clearly not been brushed in a while and her clothing was ripped in several places. There were steadily bleeding wounds on her left arm - which made sense as to why she cried out when he applied pressure to said arm.

Looking her over he finally questioned, "How long have you been here?"

The woman turned her gaze downward and he could hear her swallow thickly as she spoke quietly, "A while."

"How did you get outside of the walls?" he queried further, eyes darkening at the pathetic site she made but more interested in knowing how she survived in the Titan infested lands.

Her voice was hoarse when she responded, "The walls? What walls?"

Great, he thought. She's fucking crazy.

"How did you survive?"

There was silence.

"Answer me."

Carefully, the woman looked up at him and he caught a glimpse of blue before she tiredly murmured, "I fought." She gave a wan smile and she shakily took a seat on the wooden floor, headless to how Levi tensed at the action. "And to be honest..." her voice grew bitter. "I'm tired of fighting." this time her voice grew softer, almost a whisper. "I wanted to sleep..." she looked up at him and her eyes were unfocused. "But this time - this is my sin and I have to atone."

Levi observed her quietly and felt pity for mad woman - filthy and battered as she was.

But he had questions and he needed answers.

"That doesn't answer my question - how did you survive? You aren't apart of the Survey Corps and I don't see any gear. This town is infested with Titans and there is no way for you to have fought them." The woman pointed to a satchel to the right and he saw an odd looking bow and a few arrows. He gave a snort, "Primitive weaponry like that helped you survive?" she gave a nod and Levi brushed an impatient hand through his hair, eyes growing fierce. "Listen - you can either answer my questions now or you can wait for the creeps back in the city to interrogate you. Your choice."

There was a slight inflection of anger in her voice and the woman growled, "I just showed you. Bow and arrow! That's how I fought - that's how I survived!"

"Bows and arrows don't kill Titans." he growled back, eyes flashing in response. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?, he thought as he took a step forward.

"Well mine do!" she huffed and turned, leaving it at that and also leaving a bewildered Levi.

Without a word, he moved forward and grabbed the bag that she had previously pointed to and the bow and arrows. He slung them over his shoulder and then moved back to the woman, ignoring her cry of "hey!" and pulled her to her feet, grabbing an unbruised part of her arm.

"What are you doing?" she screeched out, his ears hurting at the close proximity.

He turned to her as he brought her out into the street, refraining from flinching because damn did she look worse in the light. His eyes met hers and he blinked again because her eyes were definitely blue and almond shaped and her hair as ragged as it was the darkest black he had ever seen.

Impatiently, he scowled and questioned, "You got a name, crazy?"

She looked affronted for a moment and responded, head tilted proudly, "Kagome. My name is Kagome."

Curiously this time he asked, "And what is your race?"

"Japanese."

Interesting, he thought as he nodded in her direction and began to pull her toward the horse who was trotting over happily. Instead of coming to him though, the stupid animal went to her and began to butt her with his head gently.

He turned to Kagome and tilted his head, "Why is my horse acting so damn weird around you?"

Kagome shot him a look and the smile on her face was small. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

He shot her a look at belied his displeasure and forcibly put her on the horse. He mounted the horse behind her and though she told him several times that she was being 'kidnapped' by him - he ignored her and pushed forward in the direction of the rest of Scouts.

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Kagome felt the tenseness of her body as it pressed against the hard planes of the male at her back but her mind was far more concentrated on the fact that the man had definitely threatened her with torture. Torture! Weren't there laws against those sort of things? He may have said interrogation but she knew what he really meant.

She shuddered and for a moment thought about bolting.

Just jumping off the horse and letting herself roll.

The fall wouldn't kill her.

She might get a few broken bones but nothing she couldn't really handle.

Torture though?

She did not want.

Something must have given her away for her companion leaned down and told her, "Don't even think about it."

She wondered if her was descended from youkai - he sure growled impressively.

Kagome gave a quiet sigh and decided to get comfortable against the male with the glaring gray eyes considering he seemed more experienced then she in combat and she wasn't really willing to even try and hurt him. She was so tired - she had been running and fighting for days - and the motions of the horse were soothing. She leaned her head against his shoulder as her eyes began to droop. She felt him tense but ignored it in favor of tuning her head to the side coming in rather close contact with his cheek - he wasn't that much taller than her after all, maybe an inch or so difference between them.

Careful not to yell in his year, she questioned, "What's your name?"

He looked at her through his peripherals, gave a quiet, self suffering sigh, and responded, "Levi."

Her eyes closed and she murmured, "Well... you're a jerk, Levi."

She missed his response because she was already falling asleep.

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'Gome Yuki:: Thanks so much for all the feedback guys~! I was amazed at how quickly you guys jumped at this chapter. As you can see this takes place around the time Eren is transforming. I will be doing a mix of anime and manga. I studied each of these characters religiously and am hopeful to get them down to pat. I have the mangas open with me as write and the anime at my finger tips just in case xD Please feel to continue voting. No matter who wins, I am definitely going to have hints of both. Leave me some reviews? (:

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