Chapter 8
The two teens stared, horrified, at the man who just walked in.
"Are you two shitheads going to answer me?" Levi growled. Eren and Mikasa looked at each other, then back to Levi.
"She...stole my phone..." Eren said.
"Really?" Levi walked closer. "Is she hiding them in her undergarments?"
"No..."
"Then get your shitty hands out of my sisters pants!" Levi snapped. Eren and Mikasa leaped apart and fixed themselves.
"Listen Levi," Mikasa started. "This is a really long story, but just know this, this decision was mutual." Levi glared.
"Doesn't matter," Levi crossed his arms.
"I'm 18 years old, I think I'm capable of choosing this myself," Mikasa countered.
"Not in this house, if I ever hear you two or see you two do the nasty again, I'll make sure Eren can't perform at all," Levi vowed. Eren gulped nervously. Mikasa glared challenging at her brother. "And of course, he's not completely off the hook, because whether or not you like it, you're my little sister," the blackette said.
"What...what are you going to do?" Eren asked hesitantly. Levi smirked.
"You'll see..."
Eren stared, dumbfounded, at the buckets of soap water, rags, and the hose. Levi stood beside his mustang with his arms crossed.
"I don't want a speck of anything on this car," Levi demanded.
"You're...making me wash your car?" Eren asked. Levi simply stared at him, and Eren sighed. "You're making me wash your car..." he grumbled. Levi grunted and marched back into the house.
Accepting his fate, Eren grabbed the rag in the bucket and started to scrub. He suddenly heard yelling coming from inside. He tried to ignore it, but it was difficult. The front door opened and Mikasa appeared.
"Well, if you are going to make Eren wash it, then I should too, because all that was consensual!" she shouted into the house.
"Mikasa!" Levi yelled back.
"Screw you Levi! I don't need you to look out for me!" she slammed the front door shut and walked towards Eren. She placed her hands on her hips. "Got an extra rag?" Eren tossed the extra to her.
"You really know how to shove it back into his face," Eren commented, going back to washing the car. Mikasa shrugged.
"I've put up with him for almost 19 years, I've mastered in my ability to piss him off," she explained, wringing out the rag and walking around to the other side of the mustang.
"Well, thanks." Eren said. Mikasa smiled back at him in return.
That night, at about 10:30, Mikasa sat on her king-sized bed on her laptop, skyping her band.
"Your brother walked in on you?" Ymir asked.
"Well, we weren't completely naked or anything," Mikasa said.
"Did you talk to him about what you found out?" Historia asked delicately. Annie rolled her eyes.
"I appreciate the concern, Historia, but there really isn't anything for us to talk about, it's obvious he wanted Mikasa," Annie said.
"Yes, I did confront him, and it should't matter, he used you, and I made that clear," Mikasa assured.
"Well, Annie, I wouldn't worry about it," Ymir said.
"At what point was I worried?"
"I have a feeling you will find a man very soon..." Ymir explained. Annie's eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you know?"
"Does someone have a crush on Annie?" Historia asked.
"Understatement of the year..." the brunette commented.
"Who is it?" Mikasa asked.
"Not saying. I promised him I wouldn't give anything away." Ymir crossed her arms.
"Ymir, tell me, or I'm announcing who you like," Annie threatened.
"What are we in? Primary school? And you promised, Leonhart!" Ymir pointed at her computer screen.
"Don't be so ashamed, I liked him at one point," Annie said. Ymir turned and huffed out a breath.
"Anyway, I'm surprised you don't know who it is, it's painfully obvious," Ymir continued on.
"Well, you're obviously not going to tell me, so let's just drop it," Annie said.
"If anything, we should be worrying about the song," Historia piped up. "I talked to Mikasa and she;s agreed to allow us to stay at her place and work on it."
"Spend a night in a mansion? I'm in," Ymir said.
"It's not a mansion," Mikasa said.
"Honey, it's called the Ackerman Estate for a reason, people only dream of living there." Mikasa flushed and shook her head.
"So, how's tomorrow night?" Historia asked.
"Works for me..." Annie said. The other two nodded and the plans were set.
That night, Mikasa had the strangest dream. She couldn't really decipher it. All she heard was yelling and terrified screaming. But the one thing that really stood out to her was two distinct voices. One of which she recognized, the other not as much. When she heard them, her heart grew warm. Then she woke up.
She sat up in a cold sweat and with a racing heartbeat.
What the hell was that? Mikasa thought to herself. Glancing at her clock, she sighed and flopped back onto her bed. Getting more sleep would definitely feel better in the morning.
The next morning Mikasa woke to the smell of bacon and eggs. She didn't have classes until noon, so she was grateful for the sleep in. A knock on the door roused her from her dreary slumber. The door to her room opened.
"Mikasa," Levi's deadpan voice called. The girl turned and gave him her attention. "There's a small blondie taking over out kitchen," he said. Mikasa sat up looking confused.
"Historia or Annie?"
"How the hell would I know?" Levi demanded. Mikasa rolled her eyes, but got up.
Hurrying downstairs, she turned into the kitchen and stopped dead. Her kitchen was spotless clean and a huge breakfast was laid on the kitchen table.
"Morning!" Historia said.
"Yeah, hi," Mikasa said.
"I wanted to set up in the dining room table, but it is just so big, I wanted to wait until there's more people," Historia explained.
"Right, Historia, why exactly are you in my kitchen?" Mikasa asked.
"Well, I thought that since songwriting isn't until noon, we could have breakfast and then go shopping," Historia suggested. Before Mikasa could reply, Eren appeared in the doorway, completely shirtless.
"Morning, something smells good," he said, making his way over to the coffee machine. Both girls watched him, and couldn't help but admire. Historia gave Mikasa a thumbs up, and Mikasa blushed.
"Hungry Eren?" Historia asked. Eren turned back with a steaming mug.
"Starving. Historia, right?" The blonde nodded, as Eren moved to stand beside Mikasa.
"Do you need a ride to campus?" Mikasa asked, stealing his coffee and taking a sip.
"Yeah, that would be great, saves me from asking your brother," Eren shuddered, and stole his coffee back. "Let me know when you girls are leaving," Eren said as he walked out.
"Damn, how do you stay in your own room at night?" Historia asked.
"An amazing amount of willpower," Mikasa said, her voice coated in sarcasm.
"No kidding, breakfast is just about done, go grab your brother," Historia said.
"Yes, Mom," Mikasa saluted as she left the kitchen.
Breakfast went by easy enough, luckily Historia was there to break the tension.
After the meal, Mikasa ran upstairs to shower, and Historia waited in her bedroom. The blonde wasn't at all surprised at Mikasa's luxurious room. She was used to it, but California mansions were so much more exotic then where she was from.
Her bed was against the far wall with black and gold duvet covers. 2 chairs and a coffee table stood to the left of the room. On the far side was a doorway, and a love seat and flat screen adorned it, as well as double french doors that led to her terrace. Her room was bright, but with dark furniture and covers.
The blackette came out of her bathroom suite wearing just a towel around her body.
"I love your room," Historia praised.
"Thanks," Mikasa said, as she walked over to her closet. "So, where are we going shopping?"
"Well, you know California better, where's your favorite place to shop?"
"I know a mall that has amazing stores and there's a delicious bakery, too," Mikasa explained.
"Alright, I'm sold."
By 9 AM, both girls and Eren were in the car and by quarter after they were stepping though the main entrance of the mall. Bustling crowds and brightly lit stores were taking over the massive building.
"So, where to first?" Historia asked.
"Follow me," Mikasa said, and started walking farther into the mall.
The two girls walked along the granite halls, peeking into stories and grabbing things along the way.
With a coffee in their hands, they stopped in front of a very feminine store. Pop music bumped out the entrance and a strong scent of perfume coated the air around it.
"Feminita's?" Historia questioned.
"It hold women's clothes for every style. Casual, formal, goth, edgy, spring, lingerie, all that jazz," Mikasa explained.
"Let's do it."
Girls from ages 14 to late 30's wandered the store with shopping bags, hangers, and clothes hanging along their arms. Mikasa automatically drifted towards the edgy section of the store, and Historia made her way to the spring section.
"Your Love Is My Drug" blew up the speakers while Mikasa waited in line for the dressing rooms.
"Oh wow," a voice said. Mikasa whirled around and saw Historia with clothes piled on her arms. "This place is amazing, it's places like this that make me grateful for rich parents," Historia said gleefully. Mikasa nodded.
"It can have some advantages."
"Hey, Acker-woman," a smooth voice sounded.
"Anka, good to see you," the blackette greeted.
"Get the catalog I sent you?" Anka asked.
"It's why I'm here." Anka grabbed both girls arms and led them into the dressing room section.
"VIP coming through!"
They were led to the back wall where two dressing rooms were vacant.
"Alright girls, tell me when you're done so I can see," the girl said.
"You got it, thanks Anka."
Outfit after outfit was tried on, until each girl found some that suited them.
"Mikasa whoever you are seeing when you wear that maroon lace will drop dead, and same to you Historia, you rock that pink strapless," Anka commented as she rang the clothes through.
"I'm wearing the dress for my boyfriend. He's moving here just after Christmas," Historia explained.
"That sounds great, what about you, Mikasa? Any boyfriends?" Anka asked. Mikasa grabbed her shopping bags.
"I have no idea," she said, and waved good bye, and Historia and herself exited the store.