Drowning in the Dark Abyss
Chapter 1: The Enigmatic Girl
The whole room was filled with relentless chatter as the trainees ate their dinner. It was nearly almost the same as everyday; a nearly toasted –if not burnt- bread, a plate of bland stew and one measly boiled potato. As if military rations were bad enough, this may be one of the reasons as to why there are less people joining in. The part that at least offered comfort despite the unjustifiable meal was the company they themselves have between them. The chats about lessons, the complains about the teachers and training, the flaunting of skills and more offered these young in-training soldiers all the relaxation and ease for a whole days grueling and tiring drills and routines, even the usual Jean vs Eren fights has become part of the rituals.
At the far corner, however, the startling mixture of brown-black eyes stared half-lidded upon the pages of the book, the letters seemingly boring the girl than sparking her interest. Her propped elbows supported her head that was resting on her clenched fist as she flipped through the pages languidly. This wasn't new to anyone at all, anyone within the 104th squad, that is. If someone can compete with Annie in being a lone wolf, Miyuki Gazer would be the perfect match and opponent.
Yuki was a good combatant and is at par with Annie in hand-combat and has half of Mikasa's ability with the 3D Maneuver Gear. She is an average scorer at academics and would have been just as good as top theoretician, Armin. If not for one problem, she lacked any motivation of actually excelling. She was content at being "good enough" and doesn't actually show her hidden potential. Her classmates aren't the only people who are puzzled by this for even the instructors have questioned this behavior of the young girl. Nevertheless, the girl remained oblivious and turned a cold shoulder to it.
Yuki sighed and closed the small paperback book and pocketed it as she glanced out the window, her dark eyes were in their usual dreamy state. They were black from afar but when you inch closer they start becoming a chocolate brown, and when rays of light hit them, they suddenly turn into a lighter shade; something akin to amber. The girls had all concluded that this mirrored her attitude; saying that she was a dark outside but inside she must be as soft and light as her third eye color could be. Unfortunately, no one had gotten close as to opening up to her. And even now, no one seemed to dare to talk to the silent girl but that didn't meant no attempts were being made. She was cold but somehow though she didn't rebuke anyone who talked to her yet, she was just straightforwardly impassive and her eyes always seemed to be in a state where they seemed to look deep into you, reading you.
The bell rang, signaling the end of dinner and the start for all the weary trainees of the 104th squad to hit the sack. The lone girl stood up, first to make her way out of the crowd without much of a word. A few eyes followed her exit, mostly those who have tried and still have attempts to make the girl open up to them.
No one may know much about her but that doesn't mean it'll remain that way. There will be a time when everything takes a toll and one must finally let go of the pain.
