Ok sorry sorry. Hopefully lots of Rivaille in this chapter. I like Rivaille. Rivaille, Rivaille, Rivaille. You like Rivaille. Harry sort of likes Rivaille. Rivaille.


"Hm... no, I think that I would win." Harry said- mostly just to piss off the boy she was currently arguing with.

"What?!" Eren exclaimed, throwing his arms up, "Did you even see that thing?! It was huge!"

"Yeah, so that means it's slow." the redhead replied, pointing at him with her harpoon "And I'm faster than you, so would have reached it in time."

"How do you figure that, huh?!" Eren growled, and Armin sweated.

"Eren, calm down-"

"And I don't use those flimsy swords like you guys." Harrison smirked, sticking her tongue out. "I use a real manly weapon. My harpoon rips through the Titans' necks, tearing them apart. Sometimes I get their heads off, if I'm lucky."

And with that, Eren's fight was gone- both he and Armin, were thoroughly freaked out by the gruesome smile on Harrison's face. They both hoped fervently that they would never get put on a mission squad with her, when they graduated, that is.

"There you are." a less-than-enthusiastic voice said, pacing quickly to stand in front of the trio. Mikasa did not look best pleased. "You know that our Commanding officer is searching for you, Eren, Armin. You should probably stop this business, it's wasting time."

"The time you enjoy wasting isn't wasted at all, 's'what I say." Harrison interjected, not even flinching as the Mikasa-glare switched to her. Rather, she smiled, widely. "Ditching's healthy every now and again, those classes are difficult."

"What would you know? You didn't even do them." the Oriental shot back, earning a stifled gasp from the pair of onlookers.

"No, but I figure they must be, or they wouldn't prepare you for being a soldier. After all," the redhead smirked, "Not everyone can handle Titans."

The two girls glared at each other for an immeasurable moment, until Mikasa finally broke the tense silence. "Come on, Eren. You should come too, Armin."

"I'll see you guys in your lunch break!" Harry called after them with a grin, only for the hand of doom to land on her shoulder.

"No, you won't." Rivaille's eyes were even more narrowed than usual, "You didn't think I wouldn't notice your mysterious disappearance, did you?"

Harrison laughed nervously, then took a breath, raising her hand to say something, "Well..." then she turned and legged it. She hated cleaning. And that was what awaited her. Mountains and mountains of cleaning. It seemed like that was all they ever did.

Rivaille knew he couldn't catch her- it would be a waste of fuel to make chase on the 3DMG and he was nowhere near as fast as her running. So he would have to wait for her poor sense of direction to steer her back, and then punish her doubly.

"Uuuggghhh..." Harrison groaned in boredom as she swept dust and dirt into a small pile on the floor. This was the third time she'd swept through, so there was barely any dirt to speak of- certainly not enough to sweep up into the dustpan. The lines of dirt remained from where they could not pass the ramp of the dustpan, and, infuriated, Harrison glanced around before quickly sweeping it through a gap in the floorboards.

Laughing at her sneakiness, she moved to a different room, clearing cobwebs and such like.

The sound of a throat being cleared caught her attention, and she turned, nervously- she could tell exactly who it was. Levi stood in the doorway, arms folded.

"I was cleaning in the basement a short while ago," he said, and Harry immediately sweated, knowing exactly what he was going to say, "And a cloud of dust and dirt descended onto the patch of ground I had just cleaned. It came from the floorboards of the room you were cleaning- any idea how that happened?"

Being herself, Harrison knew she had one of two choices. Come clean and hopefully get off easy in the way of punishment, or lie. You can probably guess what she did.

"Nope! N-no idea, Captain!" she said with a somewhat shaky grin. His eyes narrowed, and he thrust his broom into her grip.

"Go join Petra in the basement and help finish the cleaning." he said.

"Yes, Sir..." she mumbled miserably, knowing she'd been caught out.

Harrison traipsed down into the basement somewhat morosely, sighing. Petra looked up as she enetered, offering her a smile- even though she was slightly annoyed that she was stuck with more cleaning now.

"Hey, Petra..." Harry mumbled, straight away deflating any feelings of irritation Petra had. She just could not seem to stay mad at the redhead girl. Probably because she had something of a sister complex, and Harrison looked so young and defenseless when her expression wasn't twisted in maniacal mischief. Or bloodlust.

"You really should stop cutting corners in your cleaning, Harrison." Petra said, and Harrison just sank down further, "You only aggravate Heichou, and then he punishes you."

"Well maybe Corporal Shortie should learn to live a little." Harry muttered in reply, a sullen pout on her face, "I hate cleaning."

"Well if we get on with it it will be done a lot sooner, Harry." Petra pointed out gently, and Harrison sighed, then straightened up, tying her long hair back and brandishing her mop in the air.

"Damnit, I'll clean this room so hard it's grandchildren will feel it!"

Minutes, then hours, passed. Harry and Petra scrubbed the floor, scrubbed it again, then washed the walls and had to scrub the floor down again because dirt from the walls had gotten onto the floor. Rivaille had sentenced her to cleaning the ceiling on her own when she had screamed at him about how stupid it was to clean it; she would -and had- eat off dirtier surfaces, it was that clean. Petra and our somewhat mentally challenged Redhead had become absorbed in conversation as they cleaned, keeping their voices low for fear of their Superior coming down and chastising them again.

"That damn Midget..." Harrison grumbled angrily as she wiped suds from her eye for the fourth time- vertical cleaning was tricky. "Who does he think he is?!"

"He's not that bad once you get to know him, Harrison." Petra had been complained at many times for calling the redhead by her surname, so they had progressed to the familiarity of forenames quite quickly.

"Oh yeah? How'd you figure that?" the younger muttered, scraping moss from the brickwork of the ceiling. She wasn't really listening- she didn't fancy hearing a championing of such an annoying person.

"He saved me, once." the single sentence caught Harry's attention, "I had been cornered in the breach of one of the outer towns, Zhiganshina. It was my first mission, and three Titans surrounded me. He came and took out all three at once." There was a smile on the caramel haired girl's face, "They don't call him humanities' strongest soldier for nothing."

"Strongest..? How can you tell? Do you lot all fight each other or something?" Harry wondered, imagining the Midget captain being body slammed by some of the monstrously huge Scouting legion rookies she'd seen around.

"No, no! What on earth would make you say that?" Petra exclaimed, then flinched and remembered to lower her voice. "It's just a title we give him because he's that amazing. He can take out whole crowds of Titans with only one swing of his blade," Harry's eyes were growing wide with amazement, "Inspire people to be the best they can be and defend us. That's why he's called humanities' strongest."

By this point, Harry was squirming in awe and excitement. Someone that amazing really existed? "Hya, I want to meet this strongest soldier guy!"

"Eh?" Petra looked at her, confused, "But you've already met him."

Harry's eyes widened, "What? When?!"

"Rivaille-heichou! Rivaille-heichou is the strongest soldier!" she said, somewhat exasperated. Harrison was horrified.

"EEEHHH?!" She squealed, then dissolved into waterfall tears, counting all the insults she'd ever dished to the midget captain on her fingers. "I'm so dead! I'm sure I've pissed him off loads of times!" she turned and grabbed onto Petra's shirt, wailing, "Ah! What do you think he'll do to me?! Don't let the Midget captain hurt me!"

"You gave the impression that you didn't care about dying. I'm disappointed." a dry voice spoke, and she whipped around.

"R-R-Rivaille-heichou!" she shuddered, remembering what Petra had said as he glared down at her. It seemed like he gained some sense of pride from the fact that he did actually glare down at her, since she was one of the few people shorter than he, "You're looking extra manly this evening! Did you grow a few inches? Why, any man should be jealous-"

"Don't try and squirm your way out of this one, Erevine." he cut her off, unfazed by her pathetic display of begging. "You'll be rising with me at four AM tomorrow morning... and I hope you enjoy cleaning."

With that, he left at a brisk pace, leaving Harrison to cry into the dirt.

PAAAAAGE BREEEEAAAK :D

"Hyaaaahh!" Harrison yelled loudly as she swung to strike the fake Titan on the back of the neck. She hit it so hard the head fell off, and landed easily, a smirk on her face as she awaited praise. Instead, she received a bonk on the head from her Captain's fist. "I-tai-tai-tai-tai!" she chanted with a wince, clutching her head, "That hurt!"

"What are you screaming for?" he asked, and she blinked at him, "When you charge at a Titan, do you always yell like that?" Harry continued to blink, "We're supposed to be stealthy so we don't get eaten. What good does screaming do?"

"Screaming makes your attack stronger." Harrison answered immediately, receiving another fist to the head.

"What the hell would make you think that?" Rivaille asked her, the emotion that would have suited the phrase severely lacking.

"Isn't that how it always is in these things?" Harrison asked innocently.

"What?"

"What?"

"..." Levi stared at his newest subordinate a while, then sighed. "Try it again, and this time, cut out the screaming."

Harry saluted, "Yes, Sir!"


In that last part, Harry was referring to the whole thing about people in Shounen animes screaming and seeming to be rewarded with massively powerful attacks because of it xD Oopsie, broke the third wall XD

Also made up a past for Petra :D

I kinda hate Mikasa ok. She coddles Eren too much. She's all like "No Eren you can't do that the Titan will eat your BRAIN" and I'm like "Stfu Mikasa, if Eren wants to die then let him go die. His life to do with what he wants, you toe.". And she got Rivaille injured. Grinch.

I'll try not to bash her in this fic though. I do somewhat understand her feelings, and I feel a bit sorry for her. And, admittedly, she is pretty awesome...

Welp, R+R! :D