[A/N]: Mylius is an "original" character of mine.
I know there was a guy in this show with the same name, and I was about to use him for Sasha's bf, but in the end I decided against it because it felt wrong. Especially since they're completely different characters and have dif. personality traits, so yeah.
In the end I was just too lazy to come up with a different name.
Chapter 2
Sasha dug her hand through a bowl of candy that was around the edge of a plastic table, and she gotten her hands on the last jolly rancher lollipop there was out of that bowl. Every time she took a step forward, the wood would creek under her feet while she headed towards Mikasa, peeling off the wrapper with her hands before she tossed the candy inside her mouth, and eagerly rolled it around her tongue to taste the sweetness.
Mikasa kept her eyes on her as she came closer, and caught a glimpse of a tattoo when the wind ruffled through Sasha's shirt –a stem sprouting over Sasha's left side of her hipbone, and leafs spreading past her waist line.
"Mind if I join you? " She hums, and flung her arms over her head, "Mikasa, right?" Sasha fidgeted; jostling her knees in and out.
"I don't mind." Mikasa watched Sasha in reach for a chair, throwing her flat shoes on the floor after she sat comfortably on the seat enough to cross her legs loosely.
She tapped her knees gaudily, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear absently, "Cool, I'm Sasha."
"The girl who got her shirt stained," Mikasa nodded in acknowledgement, "Nice tattoo."
'Oh, you saw that?' was what Sasha would've had said, or along those lines. But instead, Sasha felt her cheeks warm, jerking her hips against her chair for a more comfortable position. She almost had the audacity to stand up from her chair, and actually raise her shirt to show Mikasa her complete masterpiece of her very first tattoo like she's seen guys do on TV shows to impress the ladies with their killer abs, "That's a first, don't people usually compliment other people's shirts?"
Mikasa raise an eyebrow, "Why would I compliment a shirt that isn't yours?"
"Oh wow, ouch!" She squeezed her stomach, pretending to be offended.
"The shirt fits you."
"Oh, really?" She looked down, and stretched the hem of Connie's shirt just to look down towards the five figures that was printed over it, "This isn't the only shirt I actually manage to fit in."
It wasn't Connie's shirt Mikasa thought Sasha wouldn't be able to fit in, but from all those times Eren had talked about her when he first met Sasha through Connie, Mikasa always pictured her wearing a fandom t-shirt for some odd reason. When Connie said her name back when he realized it was Sasha whom he stained the shirt of, Mikasa couldn't help but bare her eyes on her, and look at her for the first time. A candid girl –as Mikasa had deciphered, who can very much pull off a fandom shirt.
"I used to watch Power Rangers as a kid." Is what Mikasa said instead.
"Yeah!" She snaps her fingers and finger guns' Mikasa, "I know right? I miss waking up on Saturday mornings. Oh man, those were the good times, especially Yu-Gi-Oh; it's time to d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-duel!" Sasha dramatically shuffles her hands when she said duel, popping her sweet candy into small little pieces inside her mouth.
Mikasa inattentively covers her lips with her fingertips as she failed the attempt to hide her smile, "Eren and I would always watch it together. We used to take roles on whether we wanted to be the hero or the villain right after the show ends." Her head shifted to the side.
Sasha beams, "So, who would play as the villain?"
"Take a guess."
Sasha crunched her eyebrows, "Hmm, was it Eren?"
Mikasa crossed her arms in a huge letter X.
"Uh, is that supposed to mean …?" She rubs her cheek.
"-That you're wrong."
Sasha raised her eyebrows, "I was wrong?! So then, have you won any matches against Eren?"
She nods, "With a double leg takedown."
Sasha threw her head back against the chair from laughing, "Woe, I'm flabbergast, wasn't the rangers suppose to win though? Or like, the city would be doomed."
Mikasa nodded, "Yes, but he couldn't bring me down."
"You wouldn't go easy on him?"
Mikasa stare at her as if she had lost her mind, "No."
"Do you guys ever switch roles?"
"Yes."
"Cool, what ranger were you?" Sasha bracing her hands against her cheeks.
"I was usually the pink ranger." She had thought of those days when the color itself meant so much to her than these nowadays. Those times, when she still thought dragons, treasure quests, pirates, lost boys, fairies, princes, and all kinds of mystical creatures she heard in books existed.
When their mother would leave for work and Eren would beg her to leave their front door open so the summer heat would drenched inside the house as he hauled her off her feet, and sat down just outside their door, listening to the sounds of seagulls flying across the sea and waves crashing down the shores just as the soft breeze would blow their hair away from their eyes. There –outside their front porch, she would pick up a wooden sword she made for herself, and would chase Eren around with it –as she swore to behead the dragon –in which Eren took that roll, in order to save the princess.
"Hey, are you listening? Hey, earth to Mikasa!" Sasha waved her hand in front of Mikasa's face to get her attention, throwing her lollipop stick to the nearest trashcan, and missed.
She jerks her head to look at her, drifting herself towards the present, and shove those vivid memories aside, "Oh, sorry. What were you saying?"
Sasha's words were caught up on her throat when she stopped, listened, and recognized the eccentric, convulsive sounds of a guitar playing at the beginning of a song that only made her leap out of her seat with such excitement, "I need to hold it together." She gripped her head with both of her hands, turned around to make sure her ears weren't deceiving her, and "You know what? Scratch that," Her eyes drifted back toward a mildly concerned Mikasa, "Let's dance!"
She backs down, crossing her arms over her chest as she shakes her head until she watched Sasha frown in disappointment. Her chest clenched when she watched Sasha miserably glance over her shoulder where the others were dancing.
Mikasa looks down while chewing on her lip, "Alright, let's go."
There was amusement, shock, and happiness all at once, "Really? Yes! Well, come on! Get up before the song ends." She gripped her wrist, and pulled Mikasa out of her chair instantly. The water bottle Mikasa had in her hand, slipped from her fingers, and rolled over the floor.
Sasha dashed through the front porch's stairs, her hand still graced over Mikasa's wrist, mingling through sweaty teenagers while Mikasa caught sight of Eren near the food tables, who was laughing at something Mina had whispered in his ear. She felt Sasha's eyes rest on her face when Mikasa squeezed her arm absently, and variety of light colors flowed over their skin when they passed by the lanterns.
She realized that it was really easy for Sasha to smile, watch her bounce on her feet before Mikasa faced her back once again while her ponytail prickled against her shoulders. The guests –people Mikasa assumed went to their high school, would bore their eyes heavily on their shoulders as they passed through. Their conversations would die out once Mikasa's shoulders would brush against their sweaty skin. Sasha's hot breath tickled down her throat when she turns around to face her, starts to dauntlessly sway her hips to her sides, and mouthed the lyrics along with the song. She braced both of their arms over their heads when she closed her eyes, and let their arms drain slowly down to their sides.
"Gotta have some hot love," Sasha opened her eyes as she sang, and fiercely looked at her when she growled, "baby, this evening." And couldn't help but laugh when Mikasa wore an odd expression in her face.
"Isn't this great? The wind feels great." It was almost impossible to hear someone over the music, but that never stopped Sasha from trying. Her lungs would give out whenever she tried yelling, her laugh would contaminate the air when she almost trip on her feet, and all the light she possess through that smile outshined any brightness a lantern could occupied.
"Well?" She shakes their arms to break the hefty tension, and moved backwards until their arms stretched.
Mikasa slowly started to loosen up, and breathe out in agreement, "Yes, this feels great."
It wasn't the same whenever she danced with anyone else, which she does most of the time when it comes to Eren or Armin. Sasha was carefree, uncaring, and dances around however she pleases. Yet, it was easy for Mikasa to string along with her steps, and never had she stepped on her shoes once.
Sasha quirked her lips into a smile, and watch Mikasa let go of her hands just so she could twirl around for her, and throw her hands over her head. She could taste her own hair that brushed against her lips, her dress would've fluttered around her hips if she had wore one tonight, and breathe out against the wind she made for herself. Pink spread over the blue towards the ends of the sky where the sun has set, and their shadows branch out from their feet while the lanterns shimmered over their heads that caused their shades to dance around as they move.
"There you are, I was looking everywhere for you." Mikasa came to a stop, and tangled her hair behind her ear when she saw a boy approaching them. Sasha turned around when she recognized his voice.
"We need to talk." He made a face when he realized that Sasha wasn't wearing the same shirt she wore when they both arrived at the party.
"Oh okay, cool, um," She shifted on her feet, and gazed over at Mikasa, "I'll catch you later?"
She kept an eye over the boy that had approached them, and her lips pressed into a thin line when her eyes drifted towards Sasha, "Sure."
The boy, who was more than eager to leave with Sasha, observed Mikasa from head to toes before he coiled his arm around Sasha's waist the instant they mingled through the crowd, and pulled her close to his side enough to press a soft kiss towards the top of her hair.
After Sasha left, Mikasa decided to head for the food tables were she last saw Eren. Her ankles were sore from the pressure of her heels, liking the idea of walking on the grass with her boots thrown over her shoulder. She limped slightly to ease the pain, more than eager to slump down on a couch nearby –drag it outside if she needed too. But then she spotted Eren heading towards her, not waiting for Mina to catch up with him.
"I saw you dancing," Eren smile broadly, "with Sasha, everyone was watching you guys." Over Eren's shoulder, Mikasa watch their friends approaching them. A girl with dreadlocks pushed back in a bun with scrawny legs, and freckles on the bridge of her nose drank a coke bottle she stole from her friend's hands, finding herself completely humorous when she burped boisterously.
"That's gross Ymir," Christa grimaced, and crunched away, "-hey! Give that back! Get your own coke!" She growled when Ymir used their height difference to her advantage, and punched Ymir straight for the ribs all for swinging the coke over her head while baring her teeth, knowing perfectly well that Christa wouldn't be able to snatch her coke from her hand.
The arm Ymir slanged over Christa's shoulder came back to her side, and in the end she handed over the drink to Christa. There, around the creases of Ymir's fingers were mistreated out of stubbornly refusing to play her guitar –she named as Betty with a guitar pick, pulling back her red flannel sweater to her elbows, and prod her hands through her back pockets enough to reveal the shirt she was wearing. Up ahead, they could muster up Connie's shouts when he challenged Marco for a race, and Reiner was stating a half-hazard comment about why cocktails were better than beer to Bertholdt.
"That was quite a show, didn't know you could move your hips like that." The calf of Ymir's left leg started aching, rubbing her other foot against it rather than using her nails to scratch it.
Mikasa looked away from Eren, and gave Ymir a brief thanks.
Christa has dipped her hand inside her front pockets to grasp hold off a snack bar she snatched on the food tables earlier. She tore the wrapper with a loud pop, and Ymir watched while she started eating it. None too bother to realize there were crumbs around the edges of her lips Ymir had tried, and failed to tell her by brushing her thumb over her own lips when Christa turn to look at her.
Ymir frowned when Christa furrowed her eyebrows in bewilderment, licked her own thumb, and leaned down to scrub away the crumbs across Christa's lips herself. She looked away, "You have food all over your mouth," and sucked her thumb to see if whatever Christa was eating actually tasted good. She made a face, "Gross, you like this stuff? It tastes like shit."
Christa just stares.
"Okay, that's gay." Connie crouch to his knees to catch his breath from running too much.
Everyone bore their eyes at Connie while Marco fans his blouse to cool off his chest from the race he had lost.
"Okay, cool so you guys are dating." Eren raised his eyebrows in bemusement, his thumbs sticking out from his front pockets.
"What?" Ymir raised her voice in a higher octave, scrunching her nose and eyebrows as if she had just adjusted the smell of someone farting, "Who would date this little dweeb right here?" She flicked Christa's forehead.
"Do you really want to go there? I can make a pretty long list on why anybody would ever want to date you." Christa smiled with a stern look in her eyes, the kind of smile one would complement their hair for.
"Oh that's a sick burn." Connie snapped his fingers, and gave her the finger guns, clicking his tongue with his mouth when he bends his thumbs.
Reiner had stopped talking to Bertholdt by now, pressing his lips together when he caught on what the others were talking about, but said nothing nevertheless. He only manages to steal a glance from Ymir before she sighs and looks away.
"I'm gonna go get myself a drink, I'm thirsty." Ymir picked her left ear, and turned around to leave without expecting Christa to follow her. Heading towards the tables, crunched down on her knees, and reach for a drink inside the ice cooler. Only to contemplate the fact that there was nothing there aside from the ice cubes that slithered a shiver down her spine.
She groans, and straightens up. Gritting her teeth when she turned around to face Connie, and flutters her hand from getting it wet, "Hey Connie, there's no more drinks."
"Are you serious?" His head snapped towards her as if it was something Ymir would've lied about just so she could howl his ass over there.
"No smart ass, I'm totally joking." Ymir rolled her eyes, "Hurry up, and get more drinks. Get over here and see for yourself if you're that skeptical."
"Alright, alright! I'll get more drinks, holy shit." Connie complained as he scurried away to join Ymir.
The idea of taking her shoes off now appealed Mikasa far more than anything as her muscles relaxed against an armchair. From there she eagerly watched Connie drag his feet on the porch, and sighed when he realized that Ymir wasn't bluffing. Not only was the cooler holding nothing but ice, but it made Connie realized that Ymir wasn't there to bite his ass. All the while, not paying attention to Mikasa the moment she brushed herself off the armchair, and head towards them. She offers Connie a hand while she blatantly ignored the way Ymir was looking at her.
"You sure you can handle it? They're not quite light." Ymir wanted to smack Connie's head for even considering her offer.
Mikasa brought her arm up, and flexed her bicep to prove her point, "I can handle it."
"Cool, okay. They're on the kitchen, and just around the corner there should be a stack of coke bottles on the floor. Bring those." Connie unhelpfully explained with his hands.
Mikasa nodded, implying that she perfectly understood him, "Got it." And she heads towards his house.
Ymir scowled, "Connie you idiot, how can you let her do that? You can't just shove your shitty responsibilities to someone else, that's your own damn job. This is your party!"
"What the hell? She offered!"
"And you can very much move your small little stubby legs inside and carry them out yourself." Ymir pressed her back against the railing, crossing her arms over her chest, "Unless you're calling yourself soft."
"Come on guys, are you seriously going to fight over this?" Ymir didn't have to put a name to that voice; a voice she grown so accustomed by it over these past couple of months she's met her. She didn't want to know how, when, where, and how this happened. How she manage to get her attention whenever she speaks, or how she happens to swallows, and wet her lips at the sight of her.
Christa stood from the foot of the stairs, her hands fist inside her large knitted cardigan that was long enough to cover up the length of her sky blue shorts.
"Where are the others?" Connie looked over her shoulder, and realized that everyone else has gone elsewhere.
Christa stuck out a hand from her pockets, and thumbs her fingers over her shoulder, "They went to dance, something about the song was a classic, and couldn't miss out."
"Again?" Connie looked briefly over where Christa's was pointing at.
"Well, this is a party, isn't it? People dance in parties," Ymir looked disinterested at the guests.
Eren was shuffling his feet to his sides, twisting his hips as he look over at Marco, griping both of his hands until they turned sweaty. Eren was grinning, shaking their arms back and forth, sweat dripping down his throat while he reached out for Mina, and twirl her around with her feet braced against the grass. Marco smiled when Mina replaced one of Eren's hands with hers, and suddenly spins the boys around.
The sky dimmed, and stars flickered over them. The warm colors from the sky were gone, and the lanterns bathed them with bright light that overshadowed their faces, and clothes. They could hear the music pounding through a car's windows whenever one of them drove by the house, and watch the fireflies starting to appear around them as they glow in the dark. Bertholdt sat down on the grass beside Reiner, leaned back on his arms while he hears Reiner snap his fingers with the beat. They could hear Marco wailing at Eren for spinning them around to fast, and watch Eren throw his head back at the sky to howl at the stars.
"This feels nice." Ymir braced her arms against the railings, and breathe in the wind, silently watching the rest of the guys dance on the grass without their shoes on.
She could feel Christa staring at her, could hear the wood creak under her feet when she came closer. She could hear her breath caught up on her throat when Christa slide her body against hers, could sense Christa's elbows stroke against her own when she crossed her arms against the railing, and rest her head on it. She actually smile when she caught on to what Ymir was looking at, completely ignoring Connie jumping off the railing to join with the rest of his friends, "Yeah, it sure is."
We need to talk. Sasha never liked those four words. They always leave a certain sour taste in her tongue she didn't approve off because almost nothing good comes out of those words. She could feel his eyes on her, she could feel the tension rising as she swallows.
No one was around in the kitchen when they walked in, having the place all to themselves as Sasha waited for him to tell her what he wanted to talk to her about. We need to talk he had said, but as Sasha look up at him, his kindness, and charmed smile he always wore were instantly gone.
"What's your deal with Connie? Why are you wearing his shirt? Are you cheating on me?"
Sasha leaned against the kitchen counter to face him, and crossed her arms sternly over her chest, "Are you serious? Connie is just a friend!"
"Then why are you wearing his clothes for? Why don't you just ask for mine? I'd like to see my girl wearing my clothes. Not some other guy I barely know off."
"I'm wearing his shirt because I got my shirt stained with beer. I'm not going to walk around the party with a huge stain down my shirt!" Sasha deadpans, "What's wrong with you?"
"Me? Well, I don't know, maybe it has to do with the fact that I've seen you wear that baldhead midget's clothes far more frequently than what I like."
"Hey! Don't you dare talk about my friend that way! And for the reference, Connie is not bald." She glowers.
"Are you serious? I just," He rubs his eyes, and groans, "don't like it when I see you wear his clothes, it makes me feel like you're his priority of the sort."
"I'm no one's priority."
Mylius gave her a side glance, like he wasn't expecting her to say that. It almost made him upset that Sasha has indirectly admitted that she didn't belong to him either.
"Are you jealous?" She crooked her head to the side.
"I'm just being honest," He rubs his hair, "Though, I'm always having a hard time trying to understand you sometimes. But just so you know, those shirts don't even fit you, and I don't like how they actually look on you."
"You have a problem with the way I dress?" Her voice was abrasive, a roar seeping through her chest. There was a fling of disbelief, as she tried not to gasp. And if it weren't for the tears that were starting to sting her eyes, she would've noticed how much she had unsettled him.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do, okay? I mean, no offense, but you could dress a whole lot nicer. You would look great in leather boots like the ones the girl was wearing you were with a moment ago."
She couldn't wrap her head around Mylius' mind, "This is ridiculous. I am not your project. I am not someone you can just change me to your ideal of a girlfriend. It just doesn't work that way. I thought you liked me for who I am." Tears started to swell up her cheeks, unable to invest her attention towards the light that was on the ceiling. The lights that had favored her from crying plenty of times in the past whenever she wanted to confront someone, or when she wasn't alone in a room.
"That is not what I'm trying to say," He sounded annoyed, looking away, "Are you seriously crying right now?"
Sasha brushed her hands across her red eyes, trying to wipe away her tears, "No."
Mikasa leaned against the wall when she heard voices coming from the kitchen, and her lips quivered with uncertainty, wondering whether she should come by at another time to get the drinks, or interrupt them. Without giving much thought to it, she leaned closer towards the door, and peek through it. There, against the kitchen counter she could see Sasha looking agitated, yet doleful. The twinge of her lips pressing downward when her hands reached up to rub at her eyes, shifting her body away from the person she was talking to, and edged closer towards the door Mikasa was hovering against. Mikasa pressed her lips when she realized that Sasha's been crying. Her fingers were twitching against the door, her breath catch in her throat as she tried to grasp what was going on.
"You would put me at ease if you just stop being friends with that guy."
"I'm …" The words sink in when Sasha's lips quivered at the thought of not being Connie's friend anymore, and was fully against that idea, "I'm leaving."
She didn't spare him a glance when she was ready to walk away. A shiver crawled through her arm when she felt his cold fingers grip around her wrist to shove her back against a cabinet.
"We're not done talking."
Sasha wheezed from the pain that shot through her back, trying to hold herself up on her feet when she watched him approach her. Her legs turned stiff, shell shocked while her tears had wet the tips of her hair. She realized, in that instant that fear had found its way into her chest, throbbing, aching for attention as she watched him getting closer to her.
She remained in place; her hands gripping the edges of the flat marble while she couldn't keep her eyes away from him. Her heart was pounding against her throat, telling her to run away, but her legs wouldn't obey her. Though her hands wouldn't stop shaking, and she swore she felt like her heart was about to reap out of her skin. She raises her hands, and extends them out, squeezing her eyes shut while she told him to stop where he was.
Despite her plea he didn't listen to her. Soon enough her fingers were pressed roughly against the fabric of his shirt, and didn't stop until her elbows bend. There was a mix of anguish, and fury written all over his face as far as Sasha could see, and yet she couldn't quite avoid the fact that she feels completely out of her comfort zone.
"Why are you choosing him over me?"
"You need to calm down." Her voice squeaked, trying to crunch away from him.
He griped her wrist and yanked her towards him, "Answer me!"
She could feel his hot breath against her cheek and smell the essence of Doritos chips in his mouth, "I'm not choosing you over anyone. So can you please let me go? You're hurting me."
"You are such a liar."
"I'm not lying." She shakes her wrist in order to free her arm, but his grip remained firmed.
It was at that precise moment Mylius felt a hand firmly grip his wrist, "Let go of her."
Sasha heard his arm snap when he let go of her wrist, and realized that it was Mikasa who was standing before him. Mikasa looks at her, and her eyes were as sharp as knives. His body involuntarily quivered when he yelped in pain, and Mikasa used this opportunity to throw him against the counter, and watch him crumble towards the floor.
Sasha was too shocked to even move, her eyes going wide.
She holds in place, and watch Mikasa griped the hem of his shirt to yank him towards her, "Apologize to her, and don't you ever touch her like that again."
He griped his arm where Mikasa had hurt him, and tried to dwell the pain, "I- I'm sorry …"
His lips quivered, and yet it didn't sound much of an apology. He couldn't look Sasha straight in the eye when Mikasa let go of his shirt, still slouched on the floor miserably before the girl he once thought she looked great in leather boots.
Sasha paled, her hands flung over her mouth. He was the only person in this room she had her eyes on, not realizing that Mikasa had just asked her a question.
"What?" She jerked her head towards her, half dazed while she was having a hard time breathing through her mouth with all the tears she felt on her cheeks, and lips.
Mikasa's shoulders loosen up, and her eyes softened, "Are you alright?"
Sasha nods briskly, not really looking at her, "Yeah, I'm okay."
Mikasa spare the boy one more glance before she laid her eyes on her, and she pressed her lips together when Sasha crawled over to the boy's side. She looked away, excluding herself away from them, and leaves the kitchen without saying much of a goodbye.
Sasha leans down on her knees in front of Mylius when Mikasa had left, and at the moment she only wanted to reach out and embrace him. Yet her arms remained intact to her sides, completely feigning that just a while ago she was trying to find a way to get away from him.
"Are you alright? Does it hurt?" She manages to say before he stopped her from reaching out to him.
"I'm fine." He pressed his other hand against her shoulder, and mildly shoved her away, "Don't get close to me."
With just that hand, he braced the counter for support, and tried to stand up by himself, wincing in pain when he struggled to stretch his arm around in an attempt to see if it was actually broken.
He pursed his lips, "Screw this, I'm getting out of here."
"Wait, you're leaving?" Sasha immediately stood up from the floor, and listen to her own voice fall apart.
He narrowed his eyes, "Yeah, I'm going home alone."
Sasha parted her lips as if to say something back, but she couldn't come up with anything better to say. She didn't watch him leave, or bother stopping him. She pressed her heels against the cabinets, and sink towards the floor, taking small deep breaths between her legs until she was the only one breathing in the room.
[A/N]: This chapter was suppose to be longer ( up to 11,000 words ), but I decided to trim it off for the next chapter.
In other words the next ch. will come sooner than this one haha.
ayyyy