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ALSO, THIS FIRST ENTRY IS WRITTEN BY MAX - and a quick question;
Can you tell the difference between Max's writing and Heidi's writing?
Year 841
Sunday morning, January 8th
Scouting Legion Headquarters (Wall Maria)
Mess Hall
To my dearest four eyed cherub with great tits, while your concern for my well-being with Captain Erwin the Douchebag is touching, I do not let him treat me like a common dumb handmaiden. On the contrary, it can be argued that HE is the one being treated as such.
While he may be on a quest to ignore me at all times aside from those times when he's in need of a good fuck, I'm not one to let such douchebaggery go without a good fight. He repeatedly told me that he could fuck any other woman if he wanted to and I was pissed off at first until I figured that he wasn't actually with anyone else the lying coward (I still can't figure out why though!).
He was having more severe withdrawal than I was (and that's saying something). So even though he would never damage his pride by seeking me out when he wanted to fuck me whenever he was mad, I always found the time to corner him. I would start off slowly, teasing him with soft fleeting kisses and insufficient touches until he couldn't help but respond.
Before he could so much as get a button of my shirt undone I would press one last kiss to his lips and saunter off leaving him with a killer hard on so that he would see how hard (no pun intended) (who am I kidding PUN DEFINITELY INTENDED) to finish himself off without me and just how unsatisfying it was not having me around.
Not trying to be cocky here cherub but I happen to know for a fact that he likes me quite a bit since most girls are happy to let him have his way with them, but I'm not most girls and I'd rather have my way with him. Every time I approached him after that I'd give him more and more but it was just not enough and soon, just you wait and see, I'll have him begging for me MUAHAHA!
OOOOHHH he lets you call him Levi does he? You do know he knocked Mike across the back of the head the first time He called him that without addressing him as 'Captain' first? He did the same to me! Looks like he's taken a liking to you. Oh stop giving me that look! Yes that look… you know exactly which one I'm talking about! The one when you're all "that's not true!" or "that's not possible" or my personal favourite, "you're being immature Maxie, you don't know what you're talking about!" Yes I know you and I also know Levi and he has never shown a shred of kindness towards anyone sans Erwin.
For him to open up to you is a big deal! Not to mention he's probably having naughty dreams about you too. Yes you did really write that in here. I can't believe you're having kinky sex dreams about your Captain, you little minx, you! I'm so proud and glad to provide your naive little mind with some imagination. Oh but the cowboy hats, cherub? I mean I always knew you'd be a real talented slag once I'd de-pruded you, considering you've got amazing tits and all but the COWBOY DREAM, cherub? I didn't know you had it in you! I wipe tears from my eyes with pride as I write this.
Oh he gives you a fever does he? Does he make your pulse race and your heart skip a beat? Oh I know what's happening to you all right you silly girl! You won't find it in any of your rubbish medical books - my little cherub is falling in love! (With kinky sex dreams on the side hehe SO PROUD) Believe me all these feelings like your silly fevers and clammy hands as well as your desire to fuck the shit out of the Captain is all for the best.
Life is less stressful when you have someone to bang all your anger and hurt and frustration out of you until you're left with nothing but a warm shell of bliss and ecstasy. Ask Erwin, he of all people should know.
Wanna hear something neat? If you watch him close enough, you can tell he's been fucked well (by me and my amazing talents of course) by the slight turn up of his lips when he see me even though he tries to hide it, or the fact that that stupid crinkle between his brows disappears, he even HUMS UNDER HIS BREATH CAN YOU IMAGINE! And he talks more easily and compliments us when he's correcting his squads technique in training, not to mention he's generally less short tempered and more pleasant to talk to and he SMILES!
Wow he's gorgeous when he smiles don't you think? Go on, you just watch for yourself and I'll bet you'll be able to pinpoint the exact days I've gotten to him, being as clever as you are. You could do the same to Levi and maybe get him to smile once in a while. He'd be really pretty if he smiled.
Ahh and I've noticed that while you seem to be perfectly adept at picking up the good, physical tricks from me, I see you are still too pompous to bother reading between the lines. Please ask your teacher what it would mean for you to 'mount' him. He's much more qualified to teach you such things than I am. And I'm sure he'd be much, much more thorough.
Anyways, time to go seduce Erwin and leave him naked in some broom cupboard, maybe I'll make him have to search the entire place for his clothes! He'd have to traipse around the whole campus stark naked! Oh it's too brilliant, I'm a genius cherub! I'm going to have a bit of fun with this one as payback for calling me his own private whore (which I know he didn't mean because he usually says the sweetest things to me and overlooks my mischief which is the greatest gift a troublemaker like myself could ask for! Maybe he's falling in love with me like you are with Levi!? Oh dear lord I hope not, we'd have a real problem then!).
Don't forgot to ask Levi what the proper technique to mount him is!
Adios cherub!
Year 841
Monday evening, January 9th
Scouting Legion Headquarters (Wall Maria)
Mess Hall
I – I…
I am an idiot.
Maxine Kauffman is an evil bitch that thrives on my embarrassment.
Everyone heard. Everyone. She went and told everyone.
My level of mortification is higher than the inner Wall of Sina.
I may as well off myself now.
This morning's horse riding session had gone well, and so as my instructor and I brushed the horses and unsaddled the beasts, I decided to ask Levi a very pressing question.
"Levi?" I asked, concentrating on the brush in my hands.
"Hn?" he hummed, already removing his horse's saddle.
"Hypothetically speaking, how would a trainee 'mount' a trainer?" he made no indication that the question was out of the norm, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I began to work on George's saddle.
Levi came up beside me, his hands working at the buckles at a fast pace than mine. He didn't reply to my question, his face impassive.
"Levi…?" I looked over to him, trying to gauge his temperament.
The Captain cleared his throat, focussing on the task at hand as he spoke, "Can you be a little more specific about that, Heidi?" his tone was strange, as though he was hoping I wouldn't ask the same question again.
I was contemplating forgetting about it – but the question plagued my thoughts incessantly, and so I stood my ground, squaring my shoulders as I turned to face him.
Thinking it was a good idea at the time, I grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him to face me, staring up at him seriously, "LEVI, HOW DO I MOUNT YOU?"
The question came out much louder than intended (more like a shout), and I saw a blond figure freeze in the doorway to the stables.
Levi stood stock still for a moment, his expression completely blank (though I could see about twelve emotions flicker through his eyes), and finally he stepped back, spun on his heel and bellowed, "KAUFFMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" at the top of his lungs.
He stormed out of the stables, past a stunned Erwin (who must've realised I knew nothing about the statement I'd made), and out into the dreary midday sun. Heedless to say, I was left to fend George off on my own until Erwin took pity on me and came to help.
At that point, I still had no idea about it, and so I turned to him.
"Erwin, why did Levi not answer my question?" the frown on my face must've been comical, because the tall Captain sniggered slightly.
"Uh," he was back to his serious self, "you should ask Max."
Not this again.
Why was everyone avoiding the subject? Ugh, I'd have to take matters into my own hands.
Once I left the stables, I ran in to Nanaba and Dita as they were heading back from a bathroom break.
"Hey, guys!" I called to them down the hallway, "I need to ask you a question!"
"What's up, Heids?" Dita asked, trying his bandana more securely around his head.
"How would I mount someone?"
Nanaba blanched, and Dita's jaw dropped to the floor.
"What?" I asked, worry marring my face, "Why won't anyone answer me?" throwing up my hands in exasperation, I darted away without waiting for a reply.
"Aha!" I exclaimed upon spotting Ilse and Henning as they inspected their equipment, "Can I ask you two a question?"
"Sure, fire away," Henning yawned, stretching his arms above his head.
"Hypothetically speaking, what would a sub-ordinate mounting a higher ranking officer entail, exactly?"
Ilse choked on air and Henning almost fainted.
WHY?
I stomped away, wondering why it was so bloody hard for people to just answer my question.
"Hanji!" I cried as I spotted my roommate taking a break from training in the courtyard.
"Adelheid!" she cried back, sloshing water everywhere, "What is it?"
At this point I'd had enough.
"WHAT IS THE CONCEPT OF MOUNTING? HOW DOES IT WORK? TELL ME HOW TO MOUNT LEVI."
Heedless to say, everyone in that training courtyard went utterly still – except one person.
Maxine fucking Kauffman slid to the ground, laughing so hard I was sure she'd burst a blood vessel.
So the moral of the story is: DO NOT TRUST MAXINE KAUFFMAN.
I am now thoroughly embarrassed (though I still don't know why?), and I DIDN'T EVEN DISCOVER HOW TO MOUNT LEVI.
This has been a sad, sad day indeed.
Year 841
Wednesday midday, January 10th
Scouting Legion Headquarters (Wall Maria)
Mess Hall
Observing Erwin: Day 1
Total Erwin observations: 2
I have decided to add a new portion to my diary in order to further analyse the relationship between one Major Erwin Smith and Private Maxine Kauffman.
Observation number 1: Today, I discovered that even after being embarrassedly left to run about the castle naked in search for his clothes, Mr Smith continued to have a certain bounce in his step for several hours afterwards. Also, a goofy sort of grin was caught on his face whenever he thought no one was looking.
Observation number 2: Levi asked me why I was spying on Erwin and I was forced to tell him about the observance mission. He stared at me like I had four heads, but in other news he agreed to join in. He informed me that after certain disappearances, Erwin could be caught singing in the men's bathing rooms.
Hm.
Interesting.
Hopefully these observations may lead me to the discovery of how one day I could possibly mount Levi myself (no one's even told me how yet!).
Year 841
Friday afternoon, January 12th
Scouting Legion Headquarters (Wall Maria)
Corporal Levi's Office
Observing Erwin: Day 3
Total Erwin observations: 5
Observation number 3: Erwin can be found in possession of several pairs of Max's underwear (confirmed by Levi)
Observation number 4: Flowers appear suddenly at Max's bunker coincidentally at the same times when Erwin's lovely voice can be heard ringing through the bathing rooms (confirmed by me, seeing as I snuck into a closet after training to confirm Levi's statement)
Observation number 5: Erwin Smith is a gentleman with a fetish for bad girls.
…
He's so stupid! Ugh, I'm so angry I think I might just cry! Who goes out in this weather when they're sick? He should have just told me he couldn't make it to our lesson today, I wouldn't have minded in the least, the stupid, idiotic madman!
Calm, Adelheid – be calm.
Yes, deep breaths.
Hmm.
Let me explain.
Yesterday I noticed my dashing instructor had the beginnings of a cold. I stopped him twenty minutes into our lesson and marched him to his office to get some bed rest. Thankfully, he hadn't protested.
This morning, however, was a different case entirely.
He stomped down to the stables, grouchy and sniffily, hair wet and sticking up in all directions from one of his early morning baths I realised he was fond of.
"Let's start," he began, his voice husky and coarse. I frowned and placed my hands on my hips, staring at him expectantly. "Get a move on!" he drawled, sniffing.
"You're sick," I said bluntly, unamused by his diligence.
"I said get a move on, Grünberg, or it's thirty laps!" he snapped, coughing a little towards the end of his sentence.
With a frown I mounted and kicked George into a trot, mind whirring as I tried to come up with a way to successfully get him inside on bed rest. I watched him as he watched me ride, noting his condition, his stance and his gravity defying hair.
When we broke for lunch, he accompanied me inside, and I heard his audible sigh of relief as we were granted shelter from the icy wind. I watched him from the corner of my eye as we made our way into the Mess Hall. He was struggling, I could tell.
"Heidi…" his voice was weak as we reached a table, "I don't feel too well…" and with that, he slumped forward, towards the stone ground.
I lunged forward with a yelp, just barely catching him in time.
"Fuck, what happened?" Mike's voice came from behind me as he rushed to the scene, lifting Levi's heavy unconscious form off me.
"He's a dumbass, that's what!" I snapped, angry at the sick man and myself for letting him get to that stage in the first place. "Come, we'll take him to his room."
Mike hoisted the shorter man over his shoulder, and together we hurried through the halls until we made it to his office/room (it's an office with a bed, a bathroom and a coffee maker on the bedside table?), where the tall man dumped the Corporal onto his large bed.
"I don't get why someone so small needs such a big bed," Mike grumbled, crossing his arms and frowning.
"Hush, you!" I scolded, "Go get me some hot water, my pack from my room and a few sets of clean cloths. Oh, and tell the Commander what happened!"
With that I turned back to Levi and checked his temperature, felt at his pulse and took off his shoes and cape. It was a struggle, but I managed to tug his manoeuver gear belts off him. Mike entered then, bearing two buckets of hot water, my pack, a pot of tea, and some food (don't ask me how he carried it all, I was a bit busy with Levi.
"Quick," I glanced at my friend over my shoulder, "help me undress him."
The man didn't question me as he pulled off his superior's socks, and I went to work at unbuttoning his shirt. I told myself not to ogle, and so I didn't – but that didn't mean my face didn't heat up drastically either.
"You're looking awfully red there, Heidi," Mike teased, a grin on his face, "are you sure you're not feeling ill as well?"
"Oh, shut up," I huffed, gently slipping the sleeves off Levi's extensively muscled arms, my eyes glued to his glorious torso.
"You're going to have to tackle his pants alone, dear," my smart arse assistant chuckled, "I have other business to attend to!" and he bolted out of the room before I could put a word in.
Glaring briefly at the closed door, I turned back to the unconscious soldier, taking a few deep breaths before I reached down to the button on his pants. With a pop, it came undone. Hoping not to wake him, I gently slid down the zipper, blushing at the warmth my hand could sense. With a determined frown I tugged his pants off his hips, careful not to wake him.
Eventually he lay there in nothing but his boxer shorts, his skin a few shades paler than normal and his hair an untidy disarray atop his head. I got to work quickly, adding a few herbs to one tub of hot water to let their healing aromas settle around the room. I added a different set of herbs to the second bucket, and soaked a small towel in it for a few minutes. I then wrung it out and swathed the cloth over Levi's body (most definitely ignoring the way the droplets of water made his torso glisten like an angel… *sigh*).
I washed him all over (sans the space his boxers covered, of course), and even went so far as to cleanse his face also. His forehead was burning, and his whole form quivered with the chills, but that was precisely what was needed. His fever would burn the sickness away. With that thought in mind, I tucked him beneath the warm covers and went about preparing a broth for him when he awoke.
Now I'm sitting here at his bedside, sipping tea and – oh, he's stirring.
Later, Corporal Levi's Office
Okay, maybe I'm not so angry at him after all.
He woke with a few groans and a lot of shivering, but when his eyes focused and settled on me, they weren't guarded as usual.
"How do you feel?" I asked, reaching out a hand to feel his temperature – it was still searing.
"Like shit," he croaked, wincing at the pain in his throat.
I reached into my pack and extracted the small jar of honey I kept handy. I scooped out a tablespoon and held it to his mouth, reading his tentative expression.
"It'll help with your sore throat," I assured, smiling softly at his hazy stare. He parted his lips and let me spoon the honey into his mouth, sighing in relief when the soothing sweetness calmed his inflamed throat. "Hmm, better?" I questioned, setting the jar aside before moving to brush his hair out of his face.
He nodded, leaning into my hand, nuzzling his nose into my palm.
"Wh-What happened?" he whispered, not wanting to aggravate his throat further.
"Well, after you so stubbornly refused to listen to me, you collapsed in the Mess Hall and Mike had to carry you here," I explained, not sounding pleased in the least.
He frowned at that, "Who undressed me then?"
My ever antagonising blush made its debut appearance, "Me."
His eyes remained trained on my flaming face, and he cocked his head to the side, "Are you angry at me for being sick?"
My eyes widened in shock, and I shook my head, "No… not at all, Levi," I murmured, "I was just… worried about you. You shouldn't push yourself like that, especially not in this weather."
He averted his gaze then, something akin to embarrassment gracing his face, "I'm sorry," his voice was hard to make out, "I didn't want to disappoint you by not coming to teach you."
I felt something in my chest contract, and my brows pulled together to form a frown, "Levi," I said sternly, leaning down further to look him square in the eye, "you couldn't disappoint me if you tried."
His eyes shifted to stare directly into mine, and my breath hitched in my throat. The light blue was almost translucent, but not quite grey. With the sudden rush of blood to my cheeks, I sat up straight, clearing my throat, "You're going to have a rough night, but I'm staying here so you'll be fine."
His brow furrowed slightly, "You don't have to stay here," he mumbled, "don't miss out on sleep."
I smiled down at him, tutting as I reached out a hand to gently stroke his cheek (I hope he thought I was checking his temperature), "What kind of doctor would I be if I left my patient, my superior, unattended?" I broke off in a giggle, but his hand was suddenly covering mine, both placed over his cheek.
"Don't… Don't think of me as your superior," he sighed, "I'm just Levi."
"Alright, 'just Levi'," I chuckled, "do you happen to be in the mood for some broth?"
He shook his head.
"Well then you've got to get to sleep," I said, stifling a yawn.
"You're not going to make me eat?" he mumbled confusedly.
"No," I shook my head, "your body knows what it's doing. If you don't feel the urge to eat, then it's for the best."
"Hmm," he hummed, but he said no more as I let my hand drift to his forehead. His temperature was still high, but he seemed less agitated. Slowly, carefully, I traced the panes of his face, watching in awe as his eyes fluttered closed and his breathing evened out.
Maybe he wasn't such a stupid idiot after all.