Chapter 8

Bertolt's point of view

I enter into the boy's barrack, taking in the slow steady breathing coming from Marco's barrack. Given that the bunks are level with me, I can see her. Robin laying on Marco's chest, her small hands curled into slight fists. Her long pale blond hair splayed across his chest, as she sleeps soundly. Marco's arm securing her tightly to his chest. He looks protective of her, and a bit possessive. Reiner comes in behind me, clapping me on the back.

"What happened with you and Robin?" he asks, as he walks into the room. He doesn't notice Robin.

"Um. Nothing."

"Oh really? That's why she freaked out and you had to go get Marco?"

"I just. I need to think on it."

"Okay." He says as he changes. I make my way to my bunk, my eyes falling on Robin again. She looks so beautiful. I have a feeling I'll have nice dreams tonight.

Robin's point of view

"Robin." Someone hisses, jostling me. I roll over, and groan.

"Five more minutes."

"You need to get back to your bunk."

"But Marco- "I begin to whine.

"Now!" he hisses, as he shoves me into sitting position.

"Fine." I say, and rush out of his bed. He follows me, as he hands me my clothes. I feel someone's eyes on my, but I don't bother to see who it is.

"C'mon go. You'll have to run if you want to change."

"I know."

"Well go then."

"Fine."

Needless to say, when I arrived at the girl's barrack's cold, out of breath and still wearing Marco's over-sized shirt, everyone jumped to conclusions.

"I was wondering where you went." Says Ymir, as she eyes me up and down. My face flushes, as I look down at myself, Marco's shirt doesn't even cover my thighs all the way.

"It's not like that- "

"Like what?" asks Sasha. As she comes to stand next to Ymir and Krista.

"Like whatever you numbskulls are thinking." I say, as I walk past them, going over to my clothes.

"What else would it be, when you come back half-naked after no sees you for the whole night?" asks Ymir, grinning at me.

"I was with Marco." I say, as I turn back to them. Everyone's eyes widen, I also feel a pair of eyes burning into my back. I turn to see Annie glaring daggers into me. "Gah! It wasn't like that. We were just friends, okay? I was just having a bad night and Marco and I used to sleep together when we were little. Nothing happened." I say, frustrated by the everyone.

"Then why are you wearing what I assume is his shirt?"

"Because Bertolt spilled soup all over my uniform last night, and I didn't feel like coming back here to change."

"Why rush back like that?'

"Because apparently Shadis gives the boys a lovely little wakeup calls each morning." I say as I pull on a fresh shirt.

"So what is going on with Bertolt?" this surprisingly enough, is actually Annie. I hesitate for a moment, just because I'm a bit shocked that she has any interest in any of this.

"I, I have no idea."

"What do you mean?" this time it's Mikasa, again another hesitation.

"It's just complicated. Can I just get dressed please?" I ask. The girls disperse, leaving me alone for a moment as I finish getting ready. I sigh, as I head outside.

"C'mon! The Instructor asked us to get together!" says Sasha as she grabs onto my arm, jumping and pulling me along.

"Why?"

"Don't know." Says Krista, who is walking beside Sasha and I.

"Great."

As we enter the mess hall most of the boys are already there. I can feel someone's eyes watching me as I go to sit beside Marco and Jean, leaving Sasha to sit by Connie.

"You get back fine?" asks Marco as he hands me a bowl of porridge.

"Yeah. I got harassed by the girls though." I say, as I lay in. I'm hungry haven't not finished my dinner the night before.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Even Annie and Mikasa asked me about what was going on. I probably should have changed first." I say, as Jean gives us a sideways glance.

"What were you wearing?" he asks,

"An old shirt of Marco's, it wasn't exactly the most modest outfit." I say, as I hear someone cough behind me. I turn around to see Bertolt, sitting at the table behind ours.

"Um. Good morning." I say, as my face flushes as our eyes meet. He smiles, or at least it's supposed to be a smile but it looks more like a grimace. Reiner winks at me,

"Morning Robin. Stay out late last night?" he asks, as he turns around in his seat, grinning at me. He leans across the small gap between the two tables, leaning in close to my ear. "Bert really liked seeing your little ass this morning, even if he won't admit it himself." He says, making my face go so red that I have to turn away from both boys. Bert who is looking from me to Reiner, and Reiner who is grinning at me.

Why did he have to do that? Why did every conversation with Reiner have to be somehow, about my ass? Also, what did he mean Bert really liked seeing your little ass? Was it the truth? Or was it just Reiner, being well Reiner? I frowned into my bowl, thankful that the Instructor came in before anyone could question my tomato red face. Everyone jumped to attention, saluting him as he walked in. He waved us down.

"You idiots are lucky. I have some personal business to attend to in the city. You'll all have the next two days off. Curfew is still in place and I'll know who broke it while I was gone. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir!" the entire room said as one, he nodded to us then turned away leaving us alone.

"Wonder where he's going." Jean says, Marco and I both shrug.

"I'm just excited to sleep in." I say, as I stretch my arms out behind me.

"Why don't you come over to the boy's barrack, Robin? We'll have a sleepover." Says Reiner, as he leans again. My face turns red again but I turn away. I don't know what Reiner's deal is, but-

"Leave her alone Reiner." Says another voice behind me. I turn around, I see Bert looking steadily at Reiner, who is grinning back at him.

"Why would I do that Bert? Got some special interest in Robin here?" he asks, as he pulls me to him, throwing an arm around my shoulders. Bertolt's face goes red, and he's glaring at Reiner.

"Would you just stop?" he asks, his voice is deep and a bit dangerous. It makes me shiver a bit, and Reiner grins down at me again.

"Why would I want to? Robin's a pretty girl, and besides she likes me don't you Robin?" he asks, as he winks at me. It suddenly dawns on me, about what exactly is happening. This is all just a trick to get me and Bert together. Bertolt probably doesn't realize that, but Reiner's tricking him into to confessing. He must not know what happened last night.

"Actually I don't. Sorry Reiner, but you're just too blonde. It's un-manly." I say, winking back at him. He grins again.

"You've wounded me Robin."

"Somehow I think you'll survive." I say, as he lets me go. I turn to Bertolt, who is looking at, horribly confused.

"I'll talk to you later." I say, as I walk outside. Marco and Jean look at me, silently asking if I want them to follow me. I shake my head; I just need to think.

I head for the woods, wanting to look for a nice place to just sit down and think. After walking for a bit, I'm able to find a nice log in the middle of the clearing. What exactly should I do? I like Bertolt, and he obviously likes me as well. However, do I really need a relationship right now? Of course no one needs a relationship, but god damn it I want to be with Bertolt. So what if there is some risk. What's life without a few risks anyways? A plain, boring one. A life like that isn't worth living. Ryan would have wanted me to follow through on this. So that's exactly what I'm going to do. I get up, brushing off my pants before heading back, a sure plan in my mind.

I read the mess hall just as Bertolt is leaving.

"Hoover! Come over here." I call, he turns around (as do a few other people) and looks confused. He walks over to me anyways.

"I'm really sorry about last night- "he starts

"Would you just come here?" I ask as he frowns.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean bend down a little would you?" I ask slightly annoyed with him.

"Okay." He says, bending down slightly. I grab a fistful of his shirt, and pull his face down to mine. Crashing my lips into his, nothing has ever felt this nice. Eventually, given that the need for oxygen is a little necessary, we pull apart.

"I really wanted to kiss you too." I say, as he pants, looking at me his eyes wide.

"So what does this mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are we now?"

"Obviously I'm your girlfriend your idiot."

"Oh, that's nice."

Author's note:

BERT AND ROBIN ARE FINALLY TOGERTHER!

YAY!

-Scary