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"Nnn..." She croaked a murmur sleepily. "Stop...moving..."
Aside from her vision concealed with closed lids, she could still sense how impatient he was becoming as he fired an angry comeback. "I don't give a shit. I'm not going to be your pillow."
She brushes off his response and passively chuckles. Her ears caught a grunt before he starts to manoeuvre his arm to be free of her resting head.
She giggles. "Go away."
"Ackerman, stop this. Fucking let go."
She doesn't seem to give a care of response as she only starts to snore herself to her dreams. "..."
Her conscious did not completely leave her as she felt the way he poked the bridge of her nose, attempting to earn her attention by his contact. "Don't fucking sleep yet, idiot. You're on m—"
"Let me sleep!" The corners of her mouth shaped itself into a childish pout. He was beginning to annoy her. She disliked the way he was distracting her from her nice little nap.
"Tch. Like hell I would." He shots back fervently. "I won't shut up unless you take your shithead of yours off of me."
She hiccups, to purposely portray how she was careless of his situation if he disliked his position as her personal pillow. He was going to stay in that fucking position whether he disapproves of it or not. This was the most comfortable thing in the world. And not a single man can ever prevent her from doing this.
"Tch. That's it!"
After his uproar, there were constant violent shifts of movement with his arm and upper body;an obvious tactic to rid her off her current spot. The hell? Why can't he take the hint that she was not in the mood to welcome any disturbances? She had her eyes closed and she was talking as if she was ready for her winter hibernation. God, people these days. They just don't know how to show respect anymore.
She gave the man another three seconds to rethink his actions, but with no change of attitude of respecting her plan for her nap of the century—with his constant—disrespectful—movements, she forms a quick scheme for that rude, shameful being of a human. He deserved every bit of karma for what he was doing.
Just when he could say he was finally free, a hold on his right calve restrained him to rejoice his freedom. He frowned once again, knowing who stood before him and his 'independence.'
"You thought you could get away, huh?" She sluggishly teased. "Well, guess what? You didn't."
Oh, he was annoyed, all right.
"Don't play games while you're drunk, Ackerman." He sneers. "Never a good idea."
She laughs, passing off his threat like a walk on the beach. "Well, I'm not letting go, boss..."
"God..."
She pulls with all her might. Hm. That'll teach him not to screw around with her sleeping cycle.
It was the last tone her ears caught before she starts to feel contact on her mouth. It was as if something as delicate as her lips collided closely with them. Actually—the subject seemed like they were actual pair of lips. Wait... was she kissing him right now...?
Uh huh. Yeah right. That's nearly impossible. Instinctively, she attempts to clear up her vision. By the time she recalled adjusting to the sight, her energy runs out and she passes out. A final thud on the back of her head shuts her off completely from the world...
"Oh, god!"
She wakes with breath drawing out, as if she had just ran a ten kilometre marathon. What in the hell was that?! It was dawn, and all ready, her brows were vined all together, her breathing was cut by ten folds— not to mention, her chest was running like a wild beast. How many times had she dreamt of this? It would be an underestimation if she could say it was her first time. It definitely was not her first. Lately, she had been feeling this dream with literal sensation—as if it was actually real—as if she was really there, involved with the events.
No. That wouldn't be right.
As she recalled by her cluttered memoir, Levi nagged his way to his condo, with her, being the passenger of his shoulders. After that, she passed out. Done. None of the crap in her dream occurred. Right...? Right. Of course! Yeah, as if Levi would also let that happen. She would have been fired by now if she had managed to slide that through.
Wait, ew.
So, was she saying that she was okay if she had kissed him, and he, willingly forgiving her actions—just as long as she could still have her job? Oh, she might as well be Satan's bride in hell rather than admitting defeat to that overly, short cocky pig. God help her for thinking that. Disgusting.
Involuntarily, her lips released an awaited, distressful sigh. "Okay, that's enough, Mikasa. Bathe yourself in holy water and you are good to go!"
She continues to accompany herself all the way to the shower by her own, talkative voice. "Really... what has gotten into you to make you dream of that crap countless times? Ugh! Mikasa, you are driving me crazy! For real!"
As she finishes her morning shower routine in completion, she heads to the kitchen and buries herself in a bowl of oatmeal. She then burps her way to her closet to pick up her outfit of the day for yet another round with Levi in the office. Mikasa drew out a pale long sleeve, thin- material polo, which was paired with the usual skinny oyster jeans. She stayed with her usual three inches before closing off her door and climbing down to the parking lot. By the time her engine has warmed up, and herself prepped with a hue of dahlia gloss over her lips, she slams on the gears and leads the car to the route of her favourite place—where a loving boss was waiting for her.
Eight fifty-five.
The extra five minutes reassured her that she could prance to the office with no pressure on her back. After all, she had five minutes to spare. Mikasa calmly scans her belongings—her purse, the folders she took home, and her wallet, just in case her mere lunch did not satisfy her taste buds. After she confirms she was organized enough, she is out of her car and paces herself to where the elevator was. She looks back to her watch. Good. She still had four minutes. The ting sound of the elevator cued her to look straight and walk into it. Right when she got herself prepped inside, she jolts in surprise when a pair of hands appears in the middle of the closing doors, as if they were prepared to be sandwiched by them.
"Sorry!" Came a breathless plea.
With the doors about to completely fold close, her arm extended to dial the open button. Thankfully, the timing was enough to let the stranger on.
"Thank...you..." His voice managed to utter out in between heavy heaves of breaths. Suddenly, his voice broke. "Mi...kasa...?
Her gaze laid calmly on the stainless elevator door. She knew very well who this man was. And she couldn't pretend right away that his sudden appearance took her aback. It was too sudden. "Eren."
It seemed like her response, all though vague, sparked chances in the boy, by the way his voice raised in decibel. A reply from her meant everything. "How—how are you?"
"Fine."
"That's...good to hear!" He doesn't speak for a second, and when he starts again, his voice turns low. "Uhm... Mikasa, look..."
When she didn't bat any response, he took the silence to proceed, swallowing a thick sheet of saliva down his esophagus. "L—look, all this time, I've been looking forward to any chance I get to have a one on one with you. And finally—the chance is right in front of me. So please—listen to me...I... I'm really, really sorry. In the back of my mind, I all ready know—even if I say a thousand apologies or send you every kind of roses, it—it wouldn't be enough. It just wouldn't do. I–know."
He paused, and deep inside of her, she wanted for him to endure on.
"I'll explain everything. If you want, I will start at the very, very beginning."
What...what the hell was she thinking?!
'Stop him, Mikasa. You know he's consisted of lies. All lies! He can't—he shouldn't give you anymore crap. He has done enough!'
"You... you see about Annie... It—it was like this. That...one time when—"
"—Eren." She overlaps him, and his face crumbles into anguish. That expression was not going to work. It won't affect her anymore. They were through decades ago. His excuses were nothing but useless dust to her. What was the point of her listening through his desperate allegations? "This isn't the time to make up for what you have done. I said it clearly that night. It's over—we are over. There's nothing to go back for. It's done. Please stop, all ready. It's been over a month."
He retorts shortly after. "Exactly! It had been only a month! I want you back, Mikasa! Can't you see? I am trying my hardest, I'm enduring everything. Slap me right now if you want! Take it all out! Just please, come back to me!" At this, he seizes her arm, struggling to gain her response to his request. Hell, he could even take a kick. He just wanted her back. He seeked for any type of comeback Mikasa would likely respond with, but as he trailed his eyes down she was struggling to free his hold.
"Stop it, Eren!" She didn't hesitate to give him the most wrenching squeeze she could pull off. Anything to rid those hands off of her!
He endures the tedious hold by burying his eyebrows together. "Mikasa, please!"
"I said stop!" She tramples on his steady foot, all the while attempting to grasp free of his clenching grip. "Eren, stop it!"
"Listen to me, Mikasa!" His hand voluntarily hardens its grasp, imposing a dominance of strength. A means to emphasize his desperation.
"Eren, stop it, all ready! You're hurting me!"
"Give me a chance, Mikasa...!"
""Stop it! There are cameras on this elevator, Eren. If you keep this up, they'll—"
"—I don't care!"
His clutch wouldn't budge. No matter how much strength she exerts on him, he just wouldn't let go! Soon, she halts any attempts. It... was plain useless. He was a man, after all. He will always have the advantage over her when it came to strength ability.
She brings her hands back to the side of her hips, her eyes gazing sideways.
"Mikasa..." His hold begins to soften. "Do you still love me...?"
That's... right. Did she still love him? Did she still hold those fluttering feelings for him? Did she really still...? Even after the heart break he had put her through?—NO. That's not right. Everything's not right anymore! She... didn't...! She doesn't...! She has no more...
"Mikasa..."
Eren's calling brought her back to her senses. She looks down on her pair of feet, avoiding any intense glare coming from him. What was she becoming? This was not the time to be weak and all remorseful of the past! For fucking out loud! Had she forgotten her own promise? No more bullshit from this guy. No more. He didn't have any right to explain. He fucked things up for good. That was all she needed as proof to move on. Realizing his hold became a weak, vulnerable grasp, she took this as an opening to break free. Vigorously as she could, she bents her elbows up to her forearms and violently shakes him off like a virus. She successfully lets loose.
Not wanting to be in the same position again,she steps aside a couple feet to the behind.
"Tell me the truth, Mikasa. Please..."
"Fine. Do you really want to find out?" She begins with an overpowering tone. "NO, Eren. I don't love you anymore."
"That's... that's a lie! That is obviously a lie!"
Her brow furrows. "You don't make sense, at all. I thought you wanted to know what I really thought?"
"Mikasa..." He softly starts again. "L–listen...That night... I... I...was going to propose to you. Our future—it would have been—"
"—You know?" He is interrupted. Really, this guy and his nonsense. His crap. His bullshit. "I was glad I found out, Eren. Because of that, it made me realize how rotten the world has become. Even people you thought loved you the most became the most twist beings you could ever—"
"–How dould you say that you were happy about that? Mikasa, I broke your heart! You didn't deserve any of that!"
"That's good that you know—"
"—Do you really mean those words, Mikasa?"
"I do." She spat.
Eren pushed a broad, scorching breath. "Then...Is... that why you were with the vice president?"
"E–Excuse me?" Why the hell is he bringing up the damned midget?
"You..." He took her elbow. "You were with him at his place, right?"
What? How does he know that?!
"I'm right, aren't—"
"—Where did you hear that from?" She intervenes, her expression souring.
He passes by her question and pressed even more. "What happened—Oh, god!" He advances a couple of steps towards Mikasa. "Did he do something to you?" He questioned her, all the while trapping her shoulder blades with his grip.
"Er—"
"—Did he force you to do anything?!"
Her throat was constricted by the way she was struggling under his hold. "Stop it! Let—me—go!"
"Mikasa!"
With all her might—not giving a damn if she had wrecked her polo shirt from all the violent movement—Mikasa broke free of his forceful clutch and wasted no more than a second to hurl a penetrating slap on his cheek. He jerked sideways from the unexpected, unwelcomed blow, and drew his head as low as he could get. What the hell was he doing? Wasn't he ashamed of himself?! He was hurting her. Did he even realize how strong he gripped her arm? Why was he continuing to bombard her with insecure questions, anyways?! It was obvious enough that his presence made her very uncomfortable so early in the day. And yet, he dared to cross the line.
'Fuck! You fucking asshole messed it up, again!'
'That's right—You did! You screw up of a bastard! You hurt her, again! You might have made sure that she won't ever bat a second chance for you—because you fucking did that!'
'Fuck! What now?!'
"Mikasa..." As vigilant as he could, his hand searched for Mikasa's fingers. And he reached them. He was going to try again. No matter how much he screwed this situation, he was going to fix it, no matter what. It was his fault, after all. It wasn't Mikasa's nor anyone's task to fix this, except for himself.
He didn't even realize the ringing of the elevator's bell as he tried to continue, but was unfortunately postponed with a single clear on the throat.
"My, my, my, my! What do we have here? Good morning, you two!" A familiar maverick greeting shook Mikasa's eyes to widen.
"Good...morning, ma'am.." Mikasa blurted. "And, sir...Levi..."
Eren formally followed. "Good morning, ma'am and sir."
Their acknowledgement did not move Levi at the slightest. Perhaps, if it was even possible, it was safe to say it made his signature frown crease even deeper. The man stepped in the elevator with silence. Hanji, their oh so eccentric superior, chuckled as she turns to the duo.
"Gettin' a bit touchy in the morning eh, Eren?"
The certain comment flustered the boy, and like he was strike by lightning, he jolted, taking away his hand off the girl. "S–sorry."
"Well...what are you guys up to for today?" Hanji asks cheekily. "Oh wait, never mind! You guys have work!" And she laughs at her own inaccuracy. "Ha ha! Silly me!"
"What an idiot." Levi slips in.
"Well, forgive me, mister clean freak! It's a Monday!"
"It's...actually Wednesday today, ma'am." Eren gingerly commented, a means to avoid any offence to his superior.
"Oh, pssh! Same thing!" At that, she slaps off Levi's crossed shoulder.
He grunts in annoyance. "Tch. Don't drag me in your idiocy, Hanji. Hands off."
"Ooh, are ya scared that I touched you with my hands that carry about five thousand germs, Levi?"
"Not only that but—"
"—As you know," Hanji starts comedically sternly. "Our whole, entire body, Levi, is made out of germs. From our hands, skin, and heck! Even our mouthes!—So don't come to me and say you're worried that I passed you those germs, 'cause guess what? You're made up of a ton of'em!"
"Yeah, well it's still a great risk to be contacted by you, Hanji." The shorter man responded. "You only take showers twice a week. Now, what kind of twisted human being only showers that much in a given seven day cycle?"
Hanji gasps. "Levi!"
"What in the hell now?!"
Hanji falters, "Not...in front of my employees..."
"Oh, spare me the fucking cheese." He wheels his eyes. "They could tell by the scent you're giving off."
Ting.
"Take my advice for fuck's sake, Hanji. It'll do good not only for you, but humanity, as well." He comments lastly before beginning to pace himself out of the elevator. When he doesn't sense Mikasa following trail, he frowns and calls out with acid. "Do I have to roll out the fucking red carpet, Ackerman?"
"No, sir."
"Levi, I swear!" Hanji comes back with a shout, attempting to give him a piece before the doors shut altogether. "If only there was a world record for being an asshole! I would totally credit you for it! One hundred percent!"
By the time the elevator escalates up, Levi earns a couple puzzled ganders from the employees. "Tch," nonetheless, he continues to tour onto his office. "When does that woman ever shut her trap?"
'Do I have to roll out the fucking red carpet, Ackerman?'
Oh, it was so early in the morning to be victimized by his oober sized ego! Ugh! That short, worthless piece of shit! Does he have some kind of asshole syndrome or something?! Because he needs his attitude checked up and attended to.
'I can't believe it! Yet another day to piss me off. And this time, the very start of work. Ugh!'
Today was not her day. It might've been her worst, so far. Firstly, that damned dream she had. Did the wine from last night shake her thoughts that bad? She recalled only gulping down two glasses. Well, they were pretty full... Maybe that's why...?
'Anyways. Right after that stupid, stupid dream, I had to bump into that cheating bastard. Great! Just what I have planned for this day. An encounter with Eren! The famously known two timer! Ugh. Who the hell did he think he was, trying to make up for what he did. Pulling onto my arm and shoulders like a fucking moron. They actually hurt. Fuck.'
She all ready knew that her arm was red from all of that.
'Oh, and to top it off, he misunderstands the relationship I have with that clean freak—not like I really did have any kind of connection to that Levi, other than being his office maid. Like, what the fuck? What was he on to get that idea cross his mind? Dating him? Levi? Was he serious?!'
With her best imitation of Eren's voice, she mimics him as she drags her feet to her desk. 'Is that why you were with the assistant president? Did you really move on that fast? Or did he perhaps force you—Gasp! Oh, no! Did he rape you?! Oh, god! Dear, Lord! Where's the priest when you needed him?! Oh, sorry, are you okay? Sorry, I kept on shouting. Not to mention, squeeze the life out of your arm. I just deeply apologize. Blah, blah, blah, blah,blah.'
That mindless airhead, getting shit mixed up like that. Of all the people in this world's population, he selects the worst case. Levi!
'Ew, and I had a dream that I was kissing him! Gross!'
She eyes her superior with distaste. 'Just look at him!' She witnesses the man's fingers fumble over the keys as he types with pace. 'I even pity his laptop screen. To be stared by those stupid, imperious eyes—to be pressed by those workaholic fingers. Man, how did the thing last for long? If I were the device, I would've malfunctioned the moment he rested those stupid looking hands on me.'
As she buries herself with her fouled up reflections, she misses the glare Levi shoots right at her.
"Ackerman. Oi."
Oh, shit. Was she caught?
"Yes, sir?" She slaps the back of her head for getting caught up with her shitty thoughts. "Is there something you need?" Perhaps your usual nagging?
"Coffee."
"Yes." She begins to rise from the cushion—only to hit her knee with the glass desk.
"What's all the ruckus, Ackerman?" He impatiently questioned.
"Nothing, sir." Without her noticing, she flushes slightly. She didn't bother turning her head to give her superior one last glance.
That was it. He couldn't concentrate anymore. Hanji was getting onto his very last layer of nerves. How many times did he have to fucking repeat himself? There was nothing between him and Ackerman. And that was that. But whenever he justifies himself, Hanji comes up with all these fucked up accusations! That woman...!
Really...and now this is affecting his work. Here he was, minding his own fucking business when Hanji's message pops on his screen. Thinking it was for emergency, since that way of messaging was only for serious work situations, he opens it. Surprise, surprise. It had nothing to do with did he even bother? Everything that comes out of that woman's mind is some kind of fucked up shit. She was just...bizarre!
Levi sharply sighed as he typed.
[For the last fucking time, Hanji, nothing is going on between us.]
[Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. That's what they all say, Levi.]
[She was drunk for fuck's sake!] Levi defended himself.
[As you know, even though I'm an asshole, I still have a human side to myself, Hanji. I wasn't going to leave her alone in the streets like that. She's a woman. It was obvious that the only solution was to take her in for the night. She was drunk.]
[Yeah,and you're a man.]
"Tch. " [Well, I'm her boss.]
[There's no excuse to that, Levi. Either way, she was drunk, and you were the man who saved her night. Surely, something is sounding very fishy here. Isn't that right, Levi?]
He was sure she was having a blast—the time of her life. She was basically radiating joy. Was it really entertaining to drive him to his very edge? Fuck. All of a sudden, he was remembering unnecessary things in his head again. That fucking kiss.
Shit.
Now, he was just being a sissy. No one even saw that ever occurred. She could be prancing in his damned office and not recall any events that took place the night before. It was only him that over reacted. Dammit.
[Uh, hello, is Levi home? Why aren't you replying?!]
[Because I don't want to listen to your shit-ness anymore.]
[Ooh~ Were you perhaps, daydreaming?]
[Leave me the fuck alone, Hanji.]
[But seriously, you really kept your hands off the merchandise?]
[What's the point? Whatever the hell I say is just overlooked.]
[I love teasing you, Levi! If this was just a comedy show, you'd be a superstar!]
[Oh, god.]
[Oh! Oh! I know! Why don't I turn this into some kind of group chat and join Erwin in!]
[Hanji, don't you dare.]
[Come on, Levi! It's gonna be fun!]
[For you only. God, just leave me alone. I've got work to do.]
[Too much work that you send poor Mikasa to get your little cup of coffee?]
[What? Do you have cameras in my fucking office now?]
[That's a secret!]
[You are going to drive me to my death, I swear.]
[Ha! Hilarious!]
Unconsciously, he slams his fist on his table, not realizing the presence of Mikasa in the front of him. "God! How does Erwin handle her?!"
He had startled her. That was for sure. And that resulted her to stagger backwards, the coffee pouring onto her polo in the process. She hissed unknowingly. She purposely waited for the water to get as hot as possible, and her intention backfired. That was supposed to be for his tongue, to burn his shitty attitude, not her freaking shirt.
"Ah," was all she could say, after sensing the boiling requested beverage waterfall on her chest. Great. She didn't carry any extra blouse which meant; she was going to bear the stickiness for the whole fucking day. Just wonderful.
Levi didn't utter an apology, instead, he shot daggers. Fuck, Hanji. Fuck everything. He was losing his composure by the minute, and with his secretary basically bathed in his coffee, he forgot any plans for his desired refreshment. "Tch."
'He didn't even say sorry!' Inwardly, she exploded. She just stood there, watching that foul mouthed midget growl in disappointment for her failure. He was like a spoilt prince! For fuck's sake, he didn't even have any manners! 'At least offer a fucking handkerchief or something, asshole!'
'Now...how do I point out that stain without sounding like a perverted pig?' Goes on his mind. The sight of her bothered him so much. Is she fucking dense or something? Does she not feel that liquid shit pour onto her?
'Okay, calm down, Mikasa. You can do this. Just ignore his glare and offer him another cup of coffee. Then you can get your revenge. Get the water extra, extra boiling and accidentally pour salt instead of sugar.' She cheekily plots. 'That's fucking genius.'
His inner conscious starts with a mocking tone. 'Oh, you have a fucking stain on your polo, if your ass hadn't noticed that, miss Ackerman. By the way, I was not staring through your basically transparent shirt. I just happened to notice, that's all.' He shakes his head. Yeah right. That wasn't going to work.
'Now, go for it, Mikasa...'
She starts. "Uhm, I can get you another cup of coffee, sir. Sorry for that."
She's dense, all right. Was she really planning to go out with that on her fucking chest?
His silence granted her to walk for the door. Just when her hand caught the knob, her ears perk at the sound of a retort. "Don't mind. Just..." He pauses, giving her enough time to turn to him. "Your... shh..." He faintly quieted. 'What the fuck are you hesitating for?! Get it over with and say it!'
"My...?" She follows his lost of word. Did that mean she wasn't going to get her revenge?
"Your..." Ah, fuck it. "While you're there...grab me that piece of cardigan." What the fuck are you going to do with that?!
"Yes?" She confirmed with question. Why was he asking for that?
When he sees her arm extending to hand over the clothing, the words quickly roll out of his tongue. "No."
Is he freaking serious? "No...?"
"I don't need it."
She slumps her head with distaste. 'Are you kidding me? First, you impatiently ask for a coffee and decline it. And now, you're saying you want the cardigan then fucking say you don't—"
"You need it."
'What?' She almost said aloud. 'Why do I need that old fart's cardigan? It probably smells like sweat.' Nonetheless, she gathers her composure and doesn't stop herself to question. "Sir...?"
"Don't... you think it's...gone a bit cold in this room?" Was that your best excuse?!
"I.. guess...sir." Yeah... She realizes. Maybe the office did get a bit chilly. She probably didn't notice from all the mental thinking she did. It probably fired her up, too. 'But I don't see the point of him wanting me to wear that piece of crap. I have my own jacket, thank you very much.'
"Wear it."
"I...have my–"
Does she realize how much time she was wasting?!
He snaps as he intervenes. "Just wear the fucking thing, Ackerman."
"Geez." She mutters under her breath. It didn't go unnoticed for Levi, also. Fine, it was his fault he got his cardigan all sticky with the coffee. She wasn't going to dry clean his crap. He offered, period. After settling in the oversized garment, she walks back to her desk, unknowing of the burning scowl of her boss' visage.
'Freakin' smooth, Levi...' He thanked the gods for Hanji's missing presence. If she were there, earth knows what she would say, after all her stupid snickering...
If it wasn't for Mikasa's scattering, he wouldn't have noticed the youthful night that was beginning to settle cooly. It was eight thirty, all ready. Surely, the rush hour has sedated over, meaning it was time to call the night off. Aside from Hanji's distractions, he managed to finish the paperwork, so he was pretty satisfied. That was a first from all this cramming ever since he took over Erwin.
He starts to organize off the folders and pile them on the front right side of his pristine desk. After all, nobody wants to walk in the morning with a pile of mess.
"Good work, sir." His secretary says.
He looks up, and all ready, she was out. Well that was fucking rude. That was so informal. Eye contacts were critical between professionals. Especially him. He was her superior, not to mention, she was his secretary. Assistants he knew stayed with their bosses over their time, because they knew courtesy. Tch. And Hanji chose the worst person for this position.
"I should really find a new secretary..."
Wait.
That was actually a great idea!
'How come that never crossed my mind?' He thought to himself as he locks his room office. 'Why did Hanji choose that rude ass kid, anyways? Don't I have the fucking right to choose since it's my assistant we're talking about?'
He troubles himself with all these questions as he walks in the awaiting elevator. 'That's right. I should really be the one who fucking chooses. That way, I can judge them for myself.'
That way, he didn't have to handle another Mikasa, again.
Oh, that was good. He triumphs in his head. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. A replacement for that brat for someone who shows respect for his superior and does not especially scowl at him, it was basically heaven!
"You are a one hell of a prodigy, Levi." He mutters.
Ting
The sound of the elevator opening uttered him to silence and to look up at the stra—
"Ackerman?"
It was evident that she was out of breath, nearly taking a minute to regain her composure. She opens her mouth not long after settling her breath. Her face unusually flushed. What is she up to?
'Oh, don't tell me she forgot something up there because I am not moving my ass from here. I've got to get the fuck home.'
"Levi..."
He was going to scowl and answer back, ready to scold her for his presumption of her irresponsibility, when the realization of informality in her form strikes him. Did he hear her right? Did she just address him with that? Her boss with his first name?
That was even worse than retrieving some shit for her in his office. That was just complete disrespect—disgraceful! Oh, he wasn't going to let that slide in a million years. Not ever.
He sneers at his best. "Excuse me?"
"Kiss me."
'No, I'm not getting it for—Wait.
WHAT?! Did his ears need an appointment? Did she just fucking say—
"What in hell are you say—"
"—I said kiss me."
"Are you crazy?!" He blasts. "This isn't the time to make fucking jokes to your—"
"Just play along and kiss me!"
'Play along, you say?! Was she absurd?!' "Why would I do that?!"
Mikasa grimaced with all his questioning. She was running out of time! Can't he see that?!
"Just do it!"
"I don't fucking take orders from anyone, especially from you so—"
"—Then you leave me no choice!" She aggressively retorts.
Any comeback he could think of, was useless now. He couldn't think straight because everything from there became a flash. He recalls having two pair of cold hands contact the sides of his face. By the time he collects himself altogether, he witnesses something that was oddly familiar. Something he'd been havig nightmares for a while. With two pairs of lips colliding with each other, he knew what situation he was in. This time, she was kissing him...
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Maya Salsa
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~aaaaaaand voila! Chapter five is finished! I know, before you guys roll your eyes at me & say, "Spare us the excuses." Hold on, let me say it for you! xD I'm not even going to deny anything anymore because it would just be a waste of time. Eh–nee–waayys. I have some things to point out. First–yes, Mikasa is overly OOC here. Remember guys, this story is an AU, it's inevitable for certain characters, like our lovely Mikasa here, & Levi on some points, are not corresponding to their characterized traits in the original manga & anime. Second–I've changed the story rating from rated T to M, cause you know, things are already starting to get a move on, if you know what I mean ;) Oh, I have also changed the name of our respected corporal to Levi, which at the start of the first four chapters, he was considered as Rivaille. I altered his name because honestly, I just forgot I addressed Levi as Rivaille in my story. By the time I realized my mistake, I was 3/4 done this chappy, and I didn't have enough energy conserved within me to search for every 'Levi' out there, so yeah.
Oh, and I just happen to notice something. I've got 56 reviews, 87 faves, and 124 follows for Crimson! That's a great accomplishment for me, considering how inactive I am with this story so far. Just, wow! Thank you, thank you, thank you, guys! Especially to the ones who took the time to review and warm my heart :') I've been having issues with some of the reviewers' names for not being able to save no matter how many times I do it, meaning I can't point each and every one of you on the list. I might try and look to see what's happening, but nonetheless, I feel odd not being able do it, considering I always list the reviewers at the very end of each chapter. Somehow, I feel kind of bad :/ Really though, I'll try and see what's up with that.
Ah! Too much babble! I'll see you guys in the next chapter. The next one's got a lot of explaining to do, don't you think? ;D
One more thing, how do you guys like your chapters? Lengthy or just short handed?
-Maya-
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