They didn't see Jean for the rest of the night. Presumably, he was probably cleaning the bathroom with a toothbrush, as Levi had the tendency to force new recruits to do if they even put a hair out of line. Eren shuddered as he remembered the awful memory of scrubbing the entire castle down with tiny sanitary wipes the size of his palm. His arms had been sore for over a month.

Speaking of which, he would probably get worse this time as he watched the furious midget storm back into his room, slamming the door so hard it was a wonder it wasn't torn off its hinges. After waiting for about five minutes, the other cadets began to get restless.

"Come on Eren! It's been five minutes!" Connie grumbled, giving him a little shove towards the Captain's closed door. Light seeped through the crack, and it was at that moment Eren knew he was fucked.

"Guys-" The brown-haired boy gulped.

"Just get it over with," Reiner urged, and Ymir shooed him away with a hand.

He was sweating like a faucet as he turned towards the doorway, which at that moment looked much more like the gates of Hell than anything else. Oh fuck he's going to beat me up and ground me into horse feed…I'd rather get eaten by a Titan!

Sluggishly, he took one slow step at a time, drawing inevitably closer to his doom. His feet felt like cement as he stood gazing at the name plaque on the door, vivid images of brooms, rags, and dusters flashing across his mind. Eren stood there for what felt like an hour but was actually only a couple minutes, petrified with fear. Someone groaned from behind the corner, and a shoe hit him in the back of the head, thumping onto the floor. The sound echoed eerily down the silent hallway, and suddenly the pacing behind the closed door stopped.

The teenage boy could feel all the courage and testosterone inside his body shrivel up and die, much like he was about to. Goodbye cruel world.

The doorknob turned agonizingly slow, and the creaked open to show only a single, murderous, grey eye staring deep into his soul. It felt like Levi was prying open his brain to see all the embarrassing memories he had ever experienced in his entire life, like that one time when he was eight and his pants got caught on a tree branch as he was jumping down, ripping it and forcing him to sprint back home butt-naked for all the world to see. Or that other time he tripped and fell into the swamp, where he pissed himself while waiting for someone to find him. It wouldn't be far-fetched to assume that the short-tempered soldier fed off of the fear and tears of naughty children.

Despite the very visible height difference, it felt as though he towered over the terrified boy. Maybe Levi was being raised up by the sheer force of his anger and bitterness. They stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, and Eren nearly passed out right there and then. The rest of his friends watched in silence as they waited for the explosion sure to follow soon afterward. Meanwhile, the Commander and the Scientist were still eavesdropping on the situation outside.

Finally, Levi broke his gaze. "You have three seconds," the Captain whispered sinisterly, so softly that Eren could barely hear it.

He didn't waste a single second, running so fast that he was nothing but a brown blur. Eren let out a very unmanly shriek along the way, much like Jean.

"3….2…..1."

And Levi shot off like a rocket after him, hot on his trail, swearing up a storm just like before. It was enough to make even a sailor blush.

"Damn, I didn't know Eren could run like that," Connie guffawed once they were out of earshot.

Sasha was rolling around on the floor, for once her food forgotten. "I can't breathe!"

"Oh my God!"

"That was great!"

Like everyone within a one-mile radius, both Erwin and Hange had both heard whom they assumed to be Eren and were busy having near aneurysms as they tried to hold down their laughter.

Eren however, was not having such a great time. He swerved down the halls, completely randomly, as he could hear Levi's footsteps rapidly approaching. How the fuck was he so fast? He doesn't even need a horse at this rate!

"Captain Levi I swear I wasn't going to do anything! I was just passing by!" Eren lied futilely, as he continued to weave around the castle.

"Like Hell you were bitch! I could hear your little friends from miles away! Don't give me that bullshit!" Levi made a swipe at Eren's back, missing him only by a couple inches. Eren let out another terrified screech, which sounded more like a dying cat than a human.

The doors of the dining hall were thrown wide open, and the two charged in. Eren leaped over the tables the best he could, heading for the double windows at the end of the hall. Like Levi, he was wearing his ODM gear. A sudden chair crashed against the table, narrowly missing his legs and to his horror, he realized that the lithe man was tossing furniture at him. Somehow, he was able to make it across the entire massive room without being hit by anything that his superior hurled at him, which only enhanced Levi's frustration. When I get my hands on that fucking dumbass…

Oh, he could already imagine all the horrors that were in store for Eren. He chuckled evilly to himself, the sound not lost on Eren. He was so fucked.

The teenager threw the windows open, not even pausing before flopping like a fish out into the air and randomly shooting out his hooks, hoping that it would catch onto something. Thankfully, there were trees nearby but even death would have been preferable to being caught by the alternate-universe Napoleon. A whoosh of air behind him followed by lots of swearing alerted him to the Captain's proximity, which was horribly close. He turned back to look, his brown hair blowing back into his face. In that moment Eren felt himself collide into something solid with a loud splat, jarring him so hard that he was unable to do anything except free fall backward, as graceful as a wet shit a bird just took in midflight.

"FUCK!" Levi swore loudly as he swerved sharply to dive for Eren, managing to catch him just before he hit the ground, where they ended up tumbling together in a heap of limbs. Levi made sure to let the boy take most of the fall since he would heal in no time flat either way. Good, because he would need it after Levi was done with him.

"Wake up you little bitch," Levi shook him roughly, but the only reaction Eren gave was mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "Titans". Of course.

Rolling his eyes, Levi yelled into his ear. "Jaeger! Incoming Titans!"

It was as if he had been released from a spell, immediately shooting up and drawing his blades, nearing hitting himself in the face with them overenthusiastically. "WHERE?! I'LL KILL THEM ALL!" He looked around frantically like a madman and Levi took a step back to avoid his swinging blades.

"Calm the fuck down brat! There's no Titans!"

"What? No Titans?" Eren looked around puzzled. "But-"

"You're going to wish there were by the time I'm through with you, you piece of shit."

The cadets from the 104th could later hear the sound of furious scrubbing coming from the bathroom for the rest of the night and continued to hear them for the rest of three months, every night at exactly 4:30 in the morning.

Though most of them were preoccupied with the rest of their chores.

Connie's turn came directly after Eren's, whose confidence seemed completely disappear after hearing his friend's hollering. They had witnessed the whole thing through the window and had watched as the clean freak dragged a kicking Eren back into the castle by the hair muttering a colorful array of words that would earn any regular person a mouth full of soap, but if one even attempted to shove a piece of soap in Levi's mouth they would find it up their ass the next morning accompanied by bad constipation and anal pain.

After nearly half an hour, he finally returned to his room, ready to claim his next victim. Connie wasn't even able to make it down the hall, where he stumbled on air and collapsed onto his face begging for mercy. To give him credit, Erwin had never met anyone who had the balls to outright tell Levi that he was "a handsome and kind guy that is basically the God of the human race" to try and get out of a punishment. Stable duty for two months.

Marco had gone up and knocked politely, not even bothering to run away. After seeing how fast Levi could run, he had just accepted his inevitable death. He was just too paralyzed by fear and stood there staring off into space a foot above Levi's head, which he didn't appreciate, judging by the hard kick in the shins he received, along with a month of cleaning all the dishes after dinner every night.

Bertholdt was able to make it a bit farther than Connie did, stopped by one of the older scouts accidentally opening the door hard right in front of his face, knocking him out cold. Olou, who had been brought out by the commotion, immediately disappeared back into his room when he saw Levi approaching, a look of murder painted across his face. Fortunately for the unconscious recruit, he was unable to see it, but would probably suffer a horrible headache for a couple of days.

Next came Reiner, who made it nearly as far as Eren did except for choosing the wrong hall and being cornered by a dead end. He did try to escape by jumping over the short corporal, who was tempted to jab him in the groin but fortunately didn't, and almost made it if Levi hadn't tripped him at the last moment. No one had ever heard him scream that loud. Hell, no one had ever heard him even scream before, as he always seemed so serious. For his stunt, he received a month of doing all of Survey Corps' laundry.

Armin was last of the boys. Tiptoeing to the door, he raised a shaking hand to knock, swaying dangerously on his feet. What's wrong with me? I've seen people get devoured by Titans! A sudden image of Levi soaring through the air and effortlessly slashing open two Titans at once flashed through his head, and that's when he realized why Captain Levi was still alive. Because he's scarier than Titans. Mustering every ounce of courage that his tiny body possessed, he gave one meek knock and shot off, not even turning to see whether or not Levi was giving chase. Apparently, he was getting sick of chasing after teenagers, because he had a heavy book in hand and was waiting for the next person to knock on his door so he could chuck it at them. And he did. Albeit a little bit to eagerly, hitting Armin so hard in the head that he landed on his face, blood gushing out of his nose upon contact with the floor. Luckily for Armin, it wasn't broken, and he was able to only get three weeks of window scrubbing in exchange for a bloody nose.

After the boys had all gone and some were off doing their chores, it was the girls' turns.

And no one was more eager than Mikasa.