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I based Armin's request letter off of the formatting of my engineering design request letters in uni. Whenever we have to build something, we follow a structure for our request that we hand in to our TAs. It follows a loose structure of a brief salutation, a brief description of the project as well as the supplies and estimated time duration, and finally supporting reasons why the project will be of any gain. It's kind of geeky, but it turned out okay!
Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!
Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman
by: pluushie
Chapter 4: Suddenly a Voracious Reader
It struck Mikasa odd that a majority of being Lance Corporal involved reading. Not even the kind of reading most would consider pleasurable. It was reading that involved going through forms upon forms of hand-written requests. And it was not even her job. It was Levi's job that she was doing for him. She thumbed through the sheets that remained, allowing herself a heavy sigh as she realized there were quite a few. Levi had met her during lunch with more forms, as well as a sandwich. He hadn't stuck around though, most likely sensing that she did not want his company.
The job was giving her purpose. He knew. And she knew that he knew.
Mikasa sat back in the chair, dark irises scanning back and forth and she skimmed the letter:
Commander Levi,
In a month's time, I plan to take a company of soldiers eastward. Based on our approximations, we expect to reach an ocean within two days of travel by horseback. For the mission, we will require one horse for each person as well as a week's worth of gasoline for emergency three-dimensional maneuvers, as well as canisters to hold drinking water and hunting equipment for food. The mission will also require two large tents. Each soldier will be responsible for bringing his or her own sleeping equipment. Of the horses, we estimate that two will be required to pull carriages and carry these supplies.
The goal of the mission is to extract salt from the seawater and bring back fish for the marketplace. We will also study different types of rocks, vegetation, and life forms that inhabit the near shore. We hope that the success of this mission will allow settlement adjacent to the ocean, as well as expand opportunities for merchants.
Please consider my request.
Armin Arlert
Mikasa sighed, twirling her pen as she mulled his request over. She turned towards the guidebook that Levi had left for her, which he had produced by hand. He had told her to use it as reference before making any decisions. The book included the price of different materials, the cost of labor for each soldier, the taxes available, and so on. Each section was tabbed, dated, and organized to the last detail, making it extremely easy to use.
On a scrap piece of paper, she calculated the estimated cost of the trip. She then calculated the available resources.
It would be an expensive trip.
But the potential gain would be extraordinary.
"What if I make the wrong decision?" Mikasa asked flatly, eyes meeting Levi's.
He placed a hot cup of tea down onto her desk, along with a garnished sandwich neatly cut into triangular halves. He considered her for a few moments, then said simply: "You won't. Use the book and even a moron can't fuck it up."
Mikasa lowered her gaze to the paper again. All that was left was a stamp as well as her signature, and a checkmark in either the "approved" or "disapproved" box. There was also a space left on the bottom for commentary or revisions, if she had any.
Finally, Mikasa checked the "approved" box. At the bottom of the page, she wrote:
Rather than a company, only 7 men will be needed to complete the mission. Each will be permitted a horse, and two may pull a carriage. Hand pick the most capable hunters.
She tossed the paper into a pile and reached for the next request.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. Mikasa stiffened, gaze lifting warily. Levi had stepped into the office. He carried with him a briefcase.
"We're going home," Levi said tonelessly. "Finish this off tomorrow."
Mikasa shot him a critical look, "Where were you all day while I was here, signing your papers?"
"Since you are my assistant, whatever of my work I delegate to you becomes your work, hence these are now your papers by my instruction," Levi remarked blithely. His dark eyes trained to look at the amount of papers she had gone through, and his lips curled in a smirk, "You did pretty well."
The praise did not seem to affect Mikasa. "Thanks," she returned neutrally.
Levi now stood beside her. He picked up Armin's request, skimming it quickly. "Seriously. I'm impressed, brat."
She narrowed her eyes, "Did you think I was incapable?"
Levi snorted, straightening, "If there is something you're not, it's incapable."
Mikasa said nothing. Instead, she stood and rounded the desk, towards the door, "Let's go."
Levi nodded, extinguishing the desk lamp and following her.
The Survey Corps headquarters remained just north of the town where they resided. Levi and Mikasa returned on horseback. The sun had begun to set, and the sky gradually darkened as the rode. Mikasa remained a tread behind Levi, who faced forward as their horses followed the path back to the town.
Upon returning through the town gates, Mikasa noticed that most of the lamps remained on within people's homes as well as in the small bars and restaurants. People's voices could still be heard, as well as children's laughter. They passed a late night café, where musicians continued to play live music. Drunk men jostled on the street, acknowledging Levi and Mikasa with loud slurs as their horses galloped by. Men sat on their doorsteps with lit cigarettes, carelessly puffing into the night air.
It was incredible how quickly people seemed to forget their previous fears and battles. All those lives that had been sacrificed for peace…
Levi and Mikasa's horses came to a stop at their larger-than-average house. Levi motioned for her to go inside as he guided their horses by their reins to their shed in the backyard. Mikasa carefully ascended the stone steps to their front door. She had carried the house key around her neck for good measure—she wasn't sure where she would keep it otherwise. She unlocked the door and entered the dark home.
She removed her shoes and stepped into her slippers, eyes adjusting to the darkness. Mikasa located a lantern and matches. Within moments, orange light engulfed her. She shuffled towards the living room and lit a match. She knelt and tossed the little flame into the fireplace. There was a crackle and sparks. The small flame devoured the kindling, and engulfed the large pieces of wood hungrily. Mikasa's muscles relaxed and she held up her palms for warmth. The fire's glow reflected in her dark teal eyes, devoid of expression.
"You're not much different than you were."
Levi's baritone voice resonated from behind her. Mikasa's head turned mechanically, then she rose slowly to her full height. She half turned towards Levi, who stood in the wide, door-less entrance to the living room. He leaned against the wooden frame. She noticed how the flames danced in his eyes, and how fixated they were on her. He was used to staring at her this way, she just knew.
It disturbed her that at some point, she must have been used to seeing him as well.
"It is not difficult to learn," Mikasa said simply.
"Not just the job, moron. Everything about you is the same," Levi drawled, lifting his chin slightly and scrutinizing her. "You're still you."
"Of course I am," Mikasa clipped.
Levi was impassive as he steadily approached her. Mikasa felt her body temperature rise. It must have been her proximity to the fireplace. She moved from in front of the fireplace towards the armchair that she sat in that morning. She placed her hand on the armrest, deciding whether or not to sit.
Levi stood behind her.
She felt strong arms as they wound around her waist. He dipped his chin down, resting it on her shoulder.
Heat rushed to her face, and she whirled away.
"Corporal"—
"You're the Corporal," Levi muttered. Apparently her rejection had received the slightest bit of reaction.
"Please understand how difficult this is for me." Mikasa snapped. "I will continue to play my role as your wife, and as the Lance Corporal. I can survive this as long as I have a purpose. But as long as my memory hasn't returned, please do not touch me."
Levi's expression darkened, and he scowled, "And how, Mikasa, is that fucking fair."
Mikasa's blood ran cold. She shrunk back at his sharp words, lowering her head. "Sir, I"—
"Don't fucking call me that." Levi snarled, "I am your husband, for fuck's sake. Who the fuck refers to their husband as sir?"
Mikasa clenched her fists. She had been selfish, she knew.
This man had saved her life countless times, as well as Eren's. He had protected humanity from titans and led humanity to its liberation. They were married, and it was not his fault she lost her memory.
Even still…
"I'm sorry," her voice barely above a whisper. She was only partially sincere.
Mikasa was truly sorry that she was burdening him with her condition. Yet she was not sorry she could not be the wife he expected her to be.
That just was not her.
She had difficulty believing it ever could be.
Levi had watched her, anger slowly fading into his usual disinterested calm. He exhaled, "It's not your fault."
Mikasa looked towards him. Part of her relaxed when she realized he had settled down. Something in the back of her mind knew, however, that he was concealing his emotions.
"I should not have lashed out on you like that," Levi stated monotonously. It rolled off his tongue like a practiced speech. It was an apology, or rather, as close to an apology as the proud commander could get.
She knew this. And for that, she was grateful.
She nodded slightly, accepting his words.
"Last night, you came into my room," Mikasa said after a while. "You kissed me. Why?"
Levi blinked, then snorted, "How fucking rude of me to kiss my wife goodnight."
"Levi"—
"I won't." Levi said silkily. "Goodnight, Mikasa."
With that, he retreated up the stairs.
Moments later, a door shut closed.
They hadn't even had dinner.
Days droned by, then suddenly three weeks. Her memory was not returning. She woke up every day and dressed. Her and Levi would travel by horse to the Survey Corps headquarters and go through the same process: They would arrive at his office and agree on lunch plans. He would leave for the first half of the day while she voraciously read through each request. He returned at lunch, over which they would discuss some of the civilian requests. Levi would depart again, and she would be left alone until five. They would ride their horses home, where Mikasa would prepare dinner for them both. Cooking came naturally to her—she had watched and helped both her mother and Carla prepare ingredients and cook. She had long since seared these routines into her memory, and performed them with ease. Levi read a newspaper while she prepared dinner. They ate silently, rarely exchanging more than a few sentences.
They had fallen into a quotidian. For a majority of her life, Mikasa hadn't known the normalcy of civilian life. And now, she existed as a normal civilian.
"You approved Arlert's mission," Levi mentioned offhandedly. They were opposite of each other over Levi's desk, sipping tea and eating the salad that Levi had dubbed lunch for them that day.
Mikasa regarded him stoically, "Is there a problem with that?"
"It had nothing to do with the fact he is your friend, did it?"
"No," Mikasa snipped. She mechanically lifted her teacup, taking a longer sip than usual before setting the empty cup down. Noticing this, her husband refilled her teacup shortly after, watching her with hooded eyes as she scribbled notes into a notebook, irises darting back and forth between the documents she was reading and whatever she was writing.
"He and his chosen group will be leaving in a week," Levi idly leafed through the new proposals.
"Hm," Mikasa hummed, not paying him much attention.
Levi narrowed his eyes at her. He rested his chin against the palm of his hand, elbow propped casually atop the surface of the desk.
"Do you have somewhere to be?" Mikasa inquired, voice indifferent.
Levi grunted softly in response, dispassionate as his eyes scanned each of the documents before fastidiously organizing them into neat piles. "No."
"Oh."
They continued in silence.
"I see you've unearthed that shitty old scarf of yours." Levi punctuated the observation with a frown, eyeing the scarf disparagingly.
Mikasa furrowed her nose into the scarf, "I like it."
Without permission, Levi extended his arm across the table, fingers curling around a small portion of the scarf. He rubbed the fabric between his thumb and forefingers, frowning perpetually, "At least it's clean."
She chose silence over a response, wanting more than anything to continue her work without talking. The work was a distraction, and had done wonders for her sanity. Conversation with the commander was difficult. Mikasa wanted to spend more time with Eren and Armin, though it seemed they were constantly busy with their own duties as Squad Leaders for the Survey Corps.
Armin was going to explore the ocean in just a week. It was a huge development for humanity, who had not seen the oceans in over a century.
The door burst open, and Hange emerged from the darkened halls into the office. Her face was flushed, and sheen of sweat was visible along her hairline. Her goggles were fogged, and her eyes were wide, "Levi!"
Levi twitched, turning to expressionlessly face the intruder, "What is it?"
Hange hunched forward, hands resting on her knees as she attempted to catch her breath, "My experiment"—
"Is on fucking hiatus," Levi intervened, eyes narrowing dangerously as he stood. "Unless, that is, you resumed without my approval?"
"It is my job. Mikasa is active Lance Corporal, what else was I supposed to do!" Hange huffed. "It's not that, Levi. It's Eren."
Behind him, Mikasa's blood ran cold, head rising at the mention of Eren's name, unbeknownst to Levi who focused resolutely on Hange's presence.
"Mikasa, get out."
Mikasa's back straightened, and she narrowed her eyes challengingly at the Commander, who turned to face her with a hawkish stare. Her jaw clenched, and she tested: "I'm coming."
"You're going nowhere."
"I'm going to Eren," Mikasa stated, diverting her gaze towards Hange, who had been mildly amused watching them interact. "What did you do to him? Did you hurt him? Did you dissect him? Is he suffering psychological damages?"
Levi withheld a suffering sigh, "Mikasa. You're staying here."
"Sir,"—
"Listen to me, you shitty brat. You are staying put, so help me I will fucking chain you to the desk. Stay out of it. That is an order."
Hange seemed to be suppressing a laugh, to Mikasa's chagrin.
Her expression was dark as she sat back against the chair, looking at her lap.
Eren…
"He's fine," Levi assured her evenly. He turned towards Hange again. He strode past her, and she gave one apologetic glance to Mikasa before following the dark-haired commander out the door.
Mikasa snarled at the door, anger flaring.
Like hell she would obey him.
Mikasa rose, whirling around to face the window. She narrowed her eyes. She saw Levi standing just beyond the front steps, his horse in tow. He was exchanging words with Hange.
He glanced up at the office window, at her. Mikasa held his stare with a hard one of his own.
He shot her one last warning look before mounting his horse. Levi was soon out of sight, with Hange following closely behind on her own horse.
Mikasa wasted no time. She wordlessly went to the office closet, throwing open the door with such force it nearly came off its hinges. She dropped to her knees, pulling out large wooden crates and opening them impatiently.
The three dimensional moving gear felt familiar on her frame. She fastened her belt comfortably around her hips, tapping on the gas tank meters as her dark eyes deciphered the readings. Still full from the last time they had been filled. She clasped the gas tanks into place and reloaded her blades. Finally, Mikasa draped the Survey Corps signature cloak over her shoulders, buttoning it into place beneath her chin. Finally, she decided to draw the hood over her hair. Her face was expressionless as she fingered the long locks of her raven hair, remembering vividly the day that Eren had told her to cut it during training, for it would be a hazard during battle.
Eren was in danger again. It had been because of her… No, not her, the person she had become. A person who married Levi, a person who abandoned her duty to protect her family at all costs, a person who just sat in an office reading…
Her hands balled into fists. She hastily left Levi's office and flew down the stairs of the headquarters, taking care to avoid running into everyone. She listened intently before entering hallways, making sure the coast was clear.
The forest of giant trees was beyond southern Wall Maria. It would not take her long to reach there by horseback. She led her finely bred military horse from the shed, effortlessly lifting herself up on the saddle.
The horse sped off, galloping loudly and leaving clouds of road dust behind them. Mikasa leaned forward, hands clenching the reins as she focused forward.
Less than an hour passed and she had made it to the brim of the forest. Everything she had been told was true. Beyond the gates of their town were no titans, merely fields of green. Beyond the outskirts of the towns were farmlands. She noticed a bull pulling a carriage, a middle-aged man in a straw hat waved at her as she passed. She could only look on in faint awe at the new world.
A world without titans.
Mikasa inwardly berated herself as her horse came to a stop, stalling just before the vast forest before them. She looked up at the familiar trees, and at the colossal canopies, some of which even disappeared into the clouds suspended overhead. The horse whinnied, then lunged forward.
The ground was shaking beneath them. She tightened her jaw, eyes narrowing dangerously as she kept her eyes on the path in front of her. Eren was in danger. But Eren was as valuable to the government as ever, she was sure. Eren Yaeger was a titan shifter on humanity's side.
Levi was there. She had to rely on him.
But how could she?
The ground shook once more, tremors shaking dead leaves from their branches and sending birds and deer fleeing. Mikasa pressed onwards, allowing her cat-like senses to navigate her through the woods and closer to Eren.
It was then she heard a familiar roar. The force of the war shook the entire forest, sound waves becoming airwaves, blasting through the leaves and eventually blasting Mikasa off of her horse. The horse let out a pained whinny as it tumbled onto its side. Mikasa grunted as she hit the ground, hard. Her back contacted an uprooted tree appendage, and she let out a pained cry as she made contact. The debris had gotten into her eyes, and through blurred vision she could hardly decipher her surroundings. Everything was lopsided and dizzying as she managed to reorient herself. She finally stood to her feet, regarding her injured horse. She rushed to its side, assisting the hors back onto its feet.
"Stay," she instructed. The horse looked at her with glassy, compassionate eyes. She ran her fingers through its mane, then petted its lowered head.
Her chin darted sideways, looking towards the source of the roar.
It had been a titan. Without a second thought, she released the grapples of her 3DMG and began flying full speed through the forest.
The wind was at her back and she travelled with speed. Her long hair whipped around her face, Eren's red scarf securely around her neck. Her hood had long since flown off of her crown.
Before long, the trench came into sight. Mikasa landed gracefully into a crouch on the ground, just before the edge. The trench was as deep and foreboding as ever. The autumn wind rustled leaves around her, and she watched a swarm of reds and oranges tumbled into the trench. The days were shortening. It was about three in the afternoon, perhaps the sun would set within the next couple of hours. The trench would only get darker, and she had limited time and sunlight.
Unlike what she recalled, the trenches had no moss, no plantation growing along its sides. The walls were mere, smooth rock. She recalled that the vines had been burned by request of Chief Erwin to ensure that the titans had no means to climb the walls and escape.
Mikasa tightened her jaw, releasing her grapple. The steel claw embedded itself in the rock surface of the wall and she flew across the width of the ravine, bracing the wall on the other side. She proceeded to descend in a zig-zag pattern, keeping in mind her gas usage on the way down. She could see the endless sea of red, green, orange, and yellow tree canopies. Her cool eyes searched the trees for signs of titans. The ground shook, and she heard distinct roars in the distance. She whirled midair, changing directions. She soared above the treetops, grappling to the highest branches and keeping herself suspended midair. Teal eyes turned glassy as she came across a deliberate clearing in the forest. She landed just at the outskirts of the clearing, kneeling in the bushes. She yanked her hood over the head, readying her blades as she peered through the bramble.
Her eyes widened.
It was a 15-m titan. Seemingly an abnormal. Not a titan-shifter. It was clawing at the trees, flattening them to the ground. Its morbidly wide jaw stretched as it opened its mouth in a roar, cocking its head as it crawled along the floors, haphazardly scurrying about the clearing.
It was looking for something.
Finally, its head darted in her direction.
Its head lurched back in a mighty roar, then it scuttled towards her like a spider, flattening trees on the way. Mikasa was faster. She grappled to a branch overhead, just dodging the titan's jaws. The titan soon had its teeth lodged in the trunk below her. It looked up at her, fingers digging into the bark as it attempted to climb the tree. Mikasa grimaced, then launched her grapple to another tree, then the next. All the while, the abnormal chased her in a frantic, erratic crawl. Mikasa swung about a tree. She crossed her blades and twirled around the titan, slashing at its wrists. The titan cried out as its wrists snapped loudly beneath its weight, and it skidded on its stomach. Dust rose in the air as it fell. Mikasa emerged gracefully from it, switching blades before she dove towards her prey once more.
Her blades ready, she somersaulted into the smoke, towards the titan's nape.
Until she hit Levi's hard chest. One arm wrapped securely around her waist, crushing the wind out of her. She released a gasp they swung towards a nearby branch. Levi was scowling at her.
"For fuck's sake, brat, what did I tell you?"
The titan began to regenerate where it lay. Bones and muscles materialized out of nowhere, and finally bonded together to reform the titan's wrists and hands. The abnormal faced the Commander and Mikasa where they were perched on the branch, and it leapt towards them.
Levi grunted as they took off again. They landed on a higher, more remote branch. He released his hold on Mikasa's waist, readying his own blades.
"Don't fucking move," he ordered her.
He grappled to the titan's shoulders, landing on its head. The abnormal roared and swiped at him. Levi leapt into the air, blades crossed. He dove headfirst towards the nape of the abnormal's neck, slicing a clean chunk off in one swift motion.
A chunk of flesh detached itself from the back of the titan's neck, and the body began to steam as it disintegrated.
Mikasa relaxed, clutching her own blades.
"I could have killed it. I'm strong enough," Mikasa said to him simply, voice harsh.
"I don't want you fighting. Fuck, I don't even want you to be here."
"Where is Eren?"
Levi glowered at her.
As if on cue, a roar resounded in the distance. Mikasa's head snapped in the direction, "Eren…"
She writhed away from the Commander and gracefully launched off of the branch. Levi scowled deeply and bounded after her.
Levi made sure to maintain a fair distance behind her. She must have known he was following. Regardless of whether or not she was suffering from amnesia, Mikasa's battle senses were seamless, as were her abilities. But she was recknless as ever, swinging endlessly through the trees. He saw her stop, bracing a tree and holding onto the chain of her grapple as she overlooked the scene before them. It was Eren's titan form, pinned to the ground by Annie also in titan form. Levi's eyes flickered towards Mikasa. She watched on in horror.
A nightmare unfolding before her eyes.
"Eren!"
Levi maintained his composure as Mikasa caught the attention of both titans.
His eyes widened marginally as she lunged for Annie.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
Just as Levi prepared to grab her, Eren did.
With his titan hand.
Something in Levi snapped. In less than a second, he had severed Eren's hand from his wrist, earning a mighty cry from the titan. The sizzling, steaming appendage hit the ground with a reverberating thump. The fingers hissed as they unfurled, revealing an unconscious Mikasa in its palm. Levi was quick to retrieve her from the clutches of the hand. He landed on the grass with Mikasa cradled in his arms, hand cupping the back of her head gently. Her chest rose and fell. She was breathing, though unconscious. Her body exuded hot titan steam. His teeth clenched, expression darkening.
His voice was ice, "You fucking idiot."
Both titans suddenly began to dissipate. Two figures materialized on either side of the Commander, each donning a 3DMG.
Annie overlooked Mikasa and the Commander with concern marring her usually bored features. "Is that… Mikasa?" Her voice was disbelieving. "I thought she was in the hospital."
"Oh shit, Levi, I"—
Levi grabbed Eren by the front of his shirt raising him a several inches off the ground despite Eren being much taller than him. Levi's grey, narrowed eyes were transfixed on Eren.
His voice was dangerously calm. "You better fucking pray she's alright, brat."
Eren writhed from his grip, legs flailing. The Commander released his hold on his shirt and Eren landed ungracefully on his ass. He shot Levi a dirty look, scrambling towards Mikasa and hovering over her.
Mikasa slowly stirred, vision blurry and uneven. Her head pounded, and her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath.
She saw Levi and Eren hovering over her. Then, behind Eren.
"Annie!" Mikasa drew her sword, sitting up. She winced slightly at her injuries, but attempted to stand. "I'll"—
Annie's eyes were widened, and she took a step back. Eren immediately grabbed Mikasa's arms from behind.
"Mikasa, no! She's not our enemy… not anymore!"
"Eren!" Mikasa fought against him, "She killed our comrades. She almost killed you! I'll kill her. I'll slice her up!"
She elbowed Eren in the ribs, freeing herself from his hold. Eyes flashing red, she threw herself at Annie again.
This time, Levi stopped her.
He grabbed her wrists with both hands. Mikasa growled at him. She lifted her legs from the ground, about to kick him in the stomach. He spun her around, pinning her to his chest. He tightened his hold on her wrists, disarming her. The blades fell to the ground, their cords tangled. Mikasa squirmed and protested angrily: "Why are you protecting her Eren!"
Eren lowered his head, remaining silent, "Mikasa… we're"—
"I don't want to hear it! How could you, Eren. How could you suddenly forget the hardship done unto us because of the titans? Because of her?" Mikasa spat, flinging her head towards Annie, her black hair spilling over her scarf, falling around her face like a curtain. "We have to fight, Eren… You told me that we have to fight or we will lose. There can only be one victor, who will you let it be? How could you all be at peace, knowing they're still here!"
It had been so long since Mikasa had screamed like that. Eren stood before her, silenced by her outburst, dumbfounded. Annie's expression was similar from where she stood behind Levi.
Levi remained composed, clutching Mikasa tightly.
"Have you forgotten Eren is a titan, Mikasa?" Levi's smooth voice was low and calm.
Mikasa stiffened in his arms, teeth grinding together angrily. "Eren is"—
"He's pardoned from your vendetta merely because he's your precious friend?" Levi surmised flatly.
Mikasa fumed, eyes narrowing dangerously. Her nails dug into her palms, "Let me kill her. I have to"—
"I will kill them for you," Levi uttered softly into her ear.
She froze, eyes widening.
"If that's your wish, I'll see to it that's it's granted. I'll kill Annie. Then I'll kill Eren. I'll destroy all the titans of this forest. Then, I will go to the walls and kill all the titan shifters in the army. I'll exterminate them all." Levi's voice was monotonous. "Will you stop fighting, then?"
Mikasa said nothing. She was limp in his arms, eyes closed and burning in realization.
She kept acting carelessly. Selfishly, even.
She wasn't thinking.
"Or… is it possible," Levi's breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "That you're being a selfish little brat?"
"Eren you protected her," Mikasa suddenly enunciated; voice low, eyes dangerous as she looked towards Eren. "Who is she to you now, Eren?"
Eren swallowed visibly, eyes darting between his foster sister and the blonde haired woman just behind her. His eyes were wide, frantic even. "Mikasa. Things are different now. We were sparring. Hange said"—
"Is she more precious to you than me?" Mikasa asked voice thick with emotion.
Eren flushed.
"Mikasa…"
Mikasa scowled, freeing herself from the Levi's grip.
Without another word, she took off.
End Chapter 4!
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