This was an idea I've had in my head for over a year now. My fantasy novel has come to a grinding halt, and I feel like I'd write guns and tanks better than swords and spells. This is a military AU fanfic, and will include characters from the following anime, participating in hilariously exaggerated feats of killing(meaning they're INSANELY good soldiers):

Attack On Titan

Black Butler

Sword Art Online

Ouran Host Club

Fullmetal Alchemist

Deadman Wonderland

The Devil Is A Part Timer

Rosario Vampire

Freezing

And others. Now, let's begin!

"I wanna join the Wings Of Freedom!" Asuna Yuki said to her adoptive mother, Hannah, as the latter slurped down her last few bites of scalloped potatoes. As the shock from the comment slowly drained out of Hannah's face, a motherly look crossed her.

"Oh, Asuna!" She half laughed. "Why on earth would you want to throw away your life like that? Even if their rebellion succeeded, they'd still have the Titans to face. And everyone knows how that turns out."

Asuna, evidently disheartened a little, stared into her own potatoes. She twirled them around with her fork as she pouted into them.

"Maybe...maybe they'll beat the Titans too! Look at all the other rebels in the past. None of them have lasted anywhere near as long as the Wings Of Freedom. Just...who knows is all I meant..."

"Ah, sis," yelled her brother Edward from across the table. "You know they can't be beaten, right? You know how many times it's been tried?"

Annoyed by her blonde braided sibling, the girl threw her fork on the table and faced the wall.

"Nice going, Ed," the twins Hikaru and Kaoru whispered in either ear of their brother. Ed's expression turned to indignation.

"Wha- oh, come ON, guys. You know I'm right! Finny? Eren?" He said, his eyes wide with outrage.

The last two brothers sat quietly on the left side of the table, Finny's small hand shaking as he held his spoonful of soup. Eren was beside him, holding him steady and looking sternly at Ed.

"Hey man, tone it down a bit," he warned. "If you wanna keep Asuna from dreaming, we'll put you in the same boat as her."

Ed's face grew scrunched with anger, but for all his blustering he could not think of a comeback. Eren smirked, pleased with the takedown he'd initiated.

"Fair play," he said matter-of-factly.

"Alright, kids," Hannah quickly said, looking to each of them with a serious face. "I will hear no more talk of any rebel group, Wings Of Freedom or other, under this roof again. Is that understood?"
"Bu-" Asuna began, but was stopped by her mother.
"Is that understood?" Every syllable was punctuated with a light crack of her palm on the table. The entire assemblage fell quiet.

Then, a loud, almost automated "Yes." was heard from each child.

Once again, Hannah's face softened as she dismissed the children to bed.

Asuna couldn't sleep that night. Invisible seraphim flitted around on her brain, clouding her thoughts and serenity. An itch in the back of her mind kept her awake, a...tickle that told her something was amiss. But what, the red haired girl couldn't possibly guess. All she did know was that an ominous air permeated the room she slept in, her only solace the fan that blew up into the ceiling. She climbed out of her bunk, down the ladder with tentative steps, and kneeled in front of Eren's bed.

"Uh...Eren?" She whispered before shaking her brother awake.

"Huuaaa," Eren yawned as he rubbed his tired eyes. "What is it, Peaches?"

Asuna's eyes crinkled in amusement at the nickname, but all the same she replied with repellent.

"Don't call me that," she responded. "But...umm...do you feel anything?"

"Oh yeah, plenty. The blankets, the pillows, the springs..."

"No, you dummy. Like...something internal."

"You mean emotional?"

"Yeah. That's it."

Eren propped himself up on his elbows, stretching his back and then looking at Asuna.

"I can't say I do," he answered. "But it feels kind of foreboding. Like a-"

"Tornado's about to hit," Asuna finished. "To tell the truth I'm...k-kinda scared. E-Eren, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Well gosh, Asuna, I don't know you thought of me th-" Eren began.

"Oh, freaking forget it."

"Hey, sis. I was just kidd-"

The door to their house was slammed open so hard that it could easily have been mistaken for a clap of thunder. Amazingly, it failed to awaken anybody but Ed.

"What's go-" the blonde started to say, but Eren held up a finger to silence him. Then he got up out of bed and slowly approached the door. Eren's caramel skinned fingers creaked the door open, only to close it instantly.

"He's back," he said grimly. " And drunk. Big shocker."

Already, shouts and crazed grunting began to emanate from the room immediately north of the front door.

"Hey!"the voice of Claude, their adoptive father, said. "Where are ya? I need ta have some words with ya!"

As Eren opened the door again, Claude's voice had awoken Hikaru, Kaoru, and Finny. Those three crowded to the thin slice of light coming from between the door and the doorframe. Hannah had come out of the dining room, a plate of the same dinner the children had clutched in her small hands. She had a smile on her face, but years of living with Claude and his nature told them that it was forced.

Claude, on the other hand, looked terrible. His collared shirt was torn open to reveal a pale, alabaster chest. His glasses were lopsided on his face, and his hair had large clumps missing from it, as if torn out by a clawed beast. His eyes were wide with fury, though it was most likely undeserved, for even from their distance from him, his children could smell the vodka wafting away from him to their nostrils.

"Oh, hello honey!" Hannah said as her forced smile became almost hellish. "I made scalloped potatoes ton-"

"No no!" Claude yelled as he stumbled around. "This isn't-this isn't about dinner! I couldn't see it till a few minutes ago, had no idea, but now I see! These kids are driving me insane! You too! I dun know why I ever fucked you, or married you or even met you! I been takin every night shift I could, an' you've just been sittin' in here and playing with those things! Most work you've ever had is makin' food! I'm not gonna be the only pillar for us anymore!"

By now Hannah had tears forming in her eyes.

"C-Claude...hon...c'mon...this isn't you..."
" YOU DON'T GET TO TALK!"
Then the sound of flesh smacking flesh.

Finny began to cry softly, his small shoulders shaking ever so slightly as the tears flowed. Eren tried to put an arm around him, and succeeded. The tiny boy recoiled a little from the touch, but he relaxed slowly as Eren ran his arms up and down Finny's back. With each smack, Finny's shoulders grew more and more hunched, and unknown to the rest of them, the rage in his heart grew and grew.

A hideous cracking noise emanated from out in the hallway, and everyone knew what had happened.

Then Finny broke entirely.

The nine year old burst from the closet and launched himself at Claude. The drunken figure went down easily, as Finny and him wrestled about on the ground. Finny had the advantage, surprisingly, and started to rain savage blows down on Claude, inhuman smacking sounds ringing out each time he struck. They only got harder and harsher, and Claude's arms began to droop against the assault. Tears continued to drip from Finny's blue eyes, rage and obvious overwhelming reflected in them, even as he drew back fists with his adoptive father's blood on them. His hands weren't the only thing assaulting Claude, as he spat out, "You think you can hurt mommy? You think you can do that?! This is what you get, you evil man!"

Soon it was over.

Claude was still, and his arms and legs were bent in a disturbing, twisted way. His nose had been utterly crushed, bits of cartilage sticking out of the ruined flesh ever so slightly. His purple hair was matted with blood and his golden eyes lay lifeless.

Claude was dead.

His nine year old son had shattered every bone in his body.

Then there was Finny, standing over his adoptive father, blood staining his hands and face. A look of utter despair crossed his features. Again, he began to cry and brought his bloodstained hands to his face to contain his tears. Eren ran to him, throwing his arms around him and gripping him close.

"I-I didn't mean to...I didn't want to watch it anymore..." he sobbed into Eren's arms. The latter boy's turquoise orbs flitted to Hannah. The dark woman seemed to be alright. Of course, if one decided to overlook the numerous welts on her face and her twisted nose. Despite her injuries, Hannah seemed less than attached to her son, who was obviously in pain. In fact the woman appeared downright apathetic. She pulled out a small cell phone from her back pocket, plugged in an attachment vaguely shaped like a wafer, and dialed an unknown number into it.

"This is Recruitment Overseer Anafeloz," she said coldly into the cell. "The subjects are ready."

The phone entered her pocket as a small dartgun replaced it. With careful aim, she hit Finny in the back of the head, and Eren in the right shoulder. The pain seared through his arm as he doubled over, his vision swimming. In the scant seconds he had before he went unconscious, Eren heard four more pops of the gun and four more thumps.

Then all was black.