Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyoujin Fanfic Trilogy

Summary: MPs, Scouts, and complete idiots ruin a perfectly good day for Ella and her sister Claire along with some interesting information.

Warnings: Ton of cussing with a bit of violence tagged in. ^-^

Rating(s): This fanfiction is rated MA for a reason... on other sites. Here's it M. This chapter though is rated T.

Author's Note: Yeah, not a journal entry. Those are the Interludes that give a bit of insight in the future. And the story is told in present time first person for that reason. Criticism and commentary are accepted. Flames are not. I gave your warnings above.

And I don't own Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin! If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction for it now would I? Word count including author notes: 2406

Scouts, MPs, and Ass-hats;

Oh, My!

You know how it seems like the entire world is conspiring against you in some way or another simply because shit just keeps fucking happening no matter how much you try to fix it and make it better? Yeah, today is most definitely one of those. Oh, it started off well enough. I allowed my "little sister" to sleep in, though I really wanted to wake her up, in recognition for our three month anniversary of getting out of the fucking Underground (we followed a group of Scouts with their three new recruits without getting caught and I paid for our citizenships [mine already existed before my Underground days] so we couldn't get in trouble with MPs) after eight years trapped there against our wills. I cleaned everything but her room as soon as I woke up, saw our extremely kind housemate off to our tea and sweets shop, finished as entire book, and drank about ten to thirteen cups of tea without the thing called stress to induce it. It was a wonderful morning.

It was when I had to wake Claire up that our suppose-to-be pleasant day turning into complete and utter shit.

First, some ass-hat chose the exact moment I began to climb the stairs to Claire's room to wake her up (no small feat, trust me) to try and rob us resulting in me having to nearly kill the guy and throw him out on his already battered face (his cry of agony only lifted my mood a little bit). Second, Claire tried to kill me in order to sleep in longer (it was almost ten in the fucking morning, she didn't need anymore sleep) causing me to use force and extremely cold water to wake her fully (that resulted in a sobbing-her-eyes-out fit and a highly pissed off older sister who wasn't in the fucking mood for it). Third, while rushing to work and dragging Claire by the wrist because we were late; she bumped into a patrolling MP hard to enough to slip from my grasp and both went crashing to the dirty ground (I man-handled her up and practically ran to escape the dick who could make our lives even more of a living hell). Fourth, we were chased through the streets by a midget Scout who got drenched in muddy water due to Claire accidently knocking over a small fruit stand into a giant puddle (the look on his face was actually kind of frightening so I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him and once again, ran away). And finally, the ass-hat who broke into my house earlier in the day turned out to be a MP and got a small band of his pussy friends to come and demand money as payment for the ass kicking he so rightly deserved (he actually had the balls to demand, the worm). Which is how I ended up right where I am now, trying and almost failing to keep my temper in check so I don't end up in prison or worse for killing an MP not only harassing me but my customers as well.

"If you don't pay us the amount we want, your shop is outta business. You really want that, girlie?" the biggest one, whose face was smooshed into his skull, leans over the counter to emphasize his point just as the brass bell above the door to the shop sounds. I ignore our newest customers as I keep my gaze on the five MPs before me with crossed arms and my left eyebrow raised.

"Shop's closed. Get out," the big MP snarls without turning around and I snort in amusement, a smirk sliding onto my face.

"What? Afraid someone will actually see your regiment for what it truly is? A bunch of no good criminals with nothing better to do then hit on women and do drugs?" My tone is mocking as my smirk grows bigger. The MP with the nose of a pig and big, ass ears leaps onto my counter and grabs the collar of my shirt to put his face in mine. I can't help but scrunch up my nose in distaste at the smell of his breath as he pants angrily through his mouth.

"Pay us what you owe us, bitch, and then apologize!" My already fading smirk slips away completely and turns into a scowl. "Or your already scarred up face will get ten times worse."

It takes almost everything I have to keep from snapping the asshole's neck for the remark on the scar on my eye but my everything doesn't stop my anger from skyrocketing.

"Get the fuck outta my face, ya pig," my Underground scent slips out slightly as I hiss at him. "Your breath smells worse than shit. It's disgusting."

"And what're ya gonna do about it, bitch?" he scoffs as he gets even closer. My scowl deepens as his smirk widens.

"Ella!"

"Sissy, no!"

I react automatically, grabbing the hand that's holding me and hoisting it up and twisting it over quickly causing the ass-hat to cry out in pain. I press down on the middle of his palm with my thumb, flip the dick around with my other hand, bend his arm behind his back palm up, and hold him down on the counter as the others in the shop gasp in shock. With the way his arm is bent, he can't move much without severe pain. Before the other four ass-hats move to try and get him outta my grasp, I prove it by tightening his arm further around causing my victim to sob. His friends freeze as I look up to meet their eyes.

"I coul' break yer arm, shit face," I growl as I give a warning look to his little friends, my Underground accent now thick, as I use more pressure. He squeaks, actually squeaks like a fucking mouse, in pain and squirms a bit. "Now, yer all gonna 'pologize like gents, turn 'round, an' leave if yer know wha's good fer ya. Tha' un'erstood?"

"Yes!" his voice is high-pitched as I use just a little more pressure (just to the point where it could break) before I release him, throw him over my counter, and have him land face first on his friends. They scramble up and out of my shop, tripping over chairs and their own feet as the one who was my latest pain victim throws an apology over his shoulder. It's quiet for all of five seconds after they leave before I hear choking sounds coming from behind me. My sigh of resignation is enough for the choking sounds to turn into full-blown laughter as I grab some cleaning supplies and a rag and wipe down the counter. His spittle and blood are staining it.

"That... That was amazing!" Claire chokes out as I sigh once more though my lips twitch a bit. "*Mon Dieu! I haven't seen you like that since three months ago! Did you see their faces?"

"T-tell me about it! They looked ready to soil their trousers!"

"B-Beth, do you-" Claire chokes mid-sentence on her own laughter before I put everything I just got out away and turn to face their hunched over forms.

"It might be a good idea to calm down before speaking before you two choke on your own tongues." They can't hear me over their laughter, it's obvious, but I honestly don't care. It isn't often that I see Claire smiling and laughing this much so it's a secret enjoyment of mine. I continue to watch the two girls before me before turning around to greet our still present customers.

"My apologizes for the wait," I say with my accent once again hidden and a bow before straightening with a small grimace. "Welcome to Crumpet's Café. How may I serve-" I cut myself off with wide eyes once I realize who it is I'll be serving and find myself clutching at my old necklace as if it were a life-line. Not only is the midget Scout here but so is a Squad Leader I never thought I'd see again.

It takes but a moment to catch my bearings at the familiar caterpillar eyebrows arched in confusion in front of me as I wipe sweaty palms (I'll never admit aloud, ever) onto my trousers and fix my grimace immediately into an impassive expression. It's been eight years since I last saw and touched those eyebrows let alone been in the presence of a man who was once considered family to me. I briefly wonder, as I stand there taking in the gigantic man's appearance with a hunger familiar to a starving wolf, if he recognizes me before shooing the traitorous thought away with an inward scowl. There's no point in wondering about that if it's obvious he doesn't. There's no light of recognition in his eyes.

"You owe me a new uniform, brat," the midget snaps causing me to flip him the bird without truly having to think of doing it and instead focus on him. His sharp (and handsome, though I'd never admit aloud either) features are darkened with a faint scowl as his silvery-gray eyes flash with suppressed anger and.. something else that I can't quite place yet.

"Don't be so short where people can't see you, ass-wipe," I quip and cross my arms with a smirk. Bantering back and forth with an angry midget is a hell of a lot better than focusing on a past that's causing nothing but pain.

"What was that?" I shiver slightly at the dangerous edge to his voice as I lick suddenly dry lips. Do I push it further or back off? Decisions, decisions.

"What my sister meant to say was, 'How may I help you both?'" Claire butts in with a hard shove, having me stumble back a step or two before I right my balance with a glare in her direction. She easily ignores me as she gives them a polite smile, the perfect picture of a shop owner.

The midget Scout opens his mouth to probably degrade my little sister but Erwin Smith stops him with a sharp, "Levi, enough!" and his mouth snaps shut with a small scowl. I hold in a snicker and smirk at him before something dawns on me.

"Wait a minute," I say staring at the midget (I'm only an inch taller but, whatever. It just ain't natural for a man to be that short.) in slight disbelief, "you're sayin' that this midget is the sole survivor of that massacre outside the walls?"

"You have a problem with my size, brat?" he asks as he takes a threatening step forward, silvery-gray eyes flashing with fury.

"And if I said I did?" I counter as I lean forward with a sneer and huff a piece of dark auburn hair out of my eyes.

"Levi!"

"Ella, enough!"

"Tch." The midget crosses his arms and looks off to the side with a scowl on his face. I only give Claire a look but otherwise say nothing else as I also cross my arms and begin tapping my foot in annoyance. She gives a slightly pleading, but mostly warning, look before turning to meet the eyes of Erwin Smith.

"How can I help you both?" Claire asks again as Beth comes up from behind me and puts her arms around me, her chin resting on the top of my head. I lean back a bit but don't relax my stance as I continue staring my sister down.

"Yes, you can, actually," the giant of a man replies and pulls out a small bundle of papers from his jacket and straightens them on the counter. The three of us ignore them in favor of looking at the Scouts for the information we need.

"Really?" I can't help but drawl and arch an eyebrow at him. "Looking for a runaway recruit or something?"

I'm ignored as he keeps on talking. "I'm looking for woman who just became a citizen again. Perhaps you three know her?"

"We might," Beth' soft voice drifts from above me and makes me sigh. It sucks to be the shortest sometimes. "Do you know when she became a citizen?"

"Three months ago today," he replies making me stiffen instantly. He's not looking at me as my gaze shoots to his face but at Claire's stiff form, assessing her features as if he's trying to find what he's looking for. I ignore the pair of eyes on my face due to my own stiffening.

"What's her name?" I ask the next question causing everyone's eyes to go to me. I ignore everyone but Smith as our eyes meet. It feels as if the world slows down as he opens his mouth and the words leave. It takes everything I have in me to keep standing, to keep breathing, as everything loses focus for a single moment, the two words doing nothing but echoing inside my brain.

"Ella Saddoris."

End Author's Note: *Oh God.

Ella's a badass, huh? Thoughts and comments on this first chapter?