Notes: Hey all!
Thanks for dropping by! Although English is not my first language, I'm supposed to be fluent now so feel free to be nitpicky and bulldoze your way through. I really wanted to experiment with AOT characters in Gangsta fandom! This is the long fic I have a bunch of scattered chapters of it ready, but I can't promise any consistent update as I'm just getting back here.

This story uses y/n and third POV.

I have written two versions of this story both as a reader insert and as an OC since MC has a very vast background. So, if this version is not to your taste feel free to try the other one ^~^

For AOT fans: If you have not watched Gangsta, don't worry. I'll try my best to add extra information and Wiki links. The story takes place in the early 90s. And as a side note, the word "giant homo" is used in the canon translation and it's not my idea. The character is openly gay in the story.

For Gangsta fans: Most of the story is related to the canon storyline plus my story, I had to change the characters' age a bit to fit my narrative. And setting-wise, I may add a small river that goes from the southeast of the city to the West Gate.

I own nothing but the stuff I made up.

Chapter 1

Autumn breeze softly blows through the almost-empty house in the Abandoned District, crawling inside the old burnt bricks and coming out like a cough from a smoker's lungs. The city of Ergastulum, itself, has always looked like a cancer patient, hanging to the dear life. Everything in that building looks like a war-sight memorial, from old or broken furniture to the wounded walls filled with cracks. Biserka is sitting on a wooden rocking chair that's, by far, the fanciest item in that building after the telephone. Her long ash brown hair hangs from the back of the chair as she swings back and forth, playing with dagger around her fingers. Closing her pale eyes and feeling the cold blade at tip of her finger, she reminisces over every time that she chose the cold and sharp metal, as the voices from everywhere play in her head like a broken cassette.

Ya know sis, if you stay in this city for too long, you'll never be able to leave, kinda like us. I think you should get out before you get caught up here, words of wisdom from that perverted eye-patch. He's ended up being right. She's stuck in this place that's like a person with a malign tumour; and it's spasming all over its body. And when the body is barely breathing, she'll never be able to ask for her answer. Not from this place. The question she's been trying to answer for so long. The promise she swore to keep. But you can't expect much from a cancerous patient, all she can do is to watch.

Even with all that, she yet has to admit that she appreciates every wounded wall and every burnt brick in this district. Solemnly standing after being stabbed times and times again; because that's all they know: to stand and continue, just like her.

But peace is never everlasting. Just as she's enjoying her philosophical maze, she feels a familiar presence approaching. Seeing the same colours thatshe's seen times and times again, hearing the footsteps that always follow the same rhythm. Footsteps of an acquittance.

As the footsteps reached the second floor, passing the living room and walking toward the room, she twirls the dagger between her fingers, counting the second without turning to look at the room entrance.

"YO, Beri-chan! Wassu–" the tall blonde man freezes, letting out a little gasp as the dagger passes his healthy eye, making a loud clank hitting the wall, sticking there like a dart. "Eek, c'mon sis you could've hurt me! At least look back when you throw it," Worick dramatically shakes his head.

"How many years?" she asks coldly.

"Huh?"

"I said, how many times has this happened?" she repeats herself, rocking her chair.

"Heh, too many to count…too many to count darlin'," he shrugs nonchalantly, raising his hand and pulling the dagger out of the wall.

"Then quite being a crybaby. I never miss."

"But then it's no fun like that!" he fakes a pout, "plus, even Doug and Nick miss at times. I'm just lucky I got my head on the place."

"I told you to knock."

"Oh…? And may I ask mademoiselle, would you be kind to show me," he bows dramatically, pointing at the empty doorframe, "which door exactly? Is it invisible by chance?"

She lets out an annoyed huff but can't really argue with facts.

"Plus, you can already recognize my footstep or anyone else's."

"Why are you here, Worick?" she sighs, wanting to be done with his request so she can go back at rocking her chair in silence.

"C'MON MAN, maybe I just wanted to say hi to my friend."

"You don't have any friends."

"Wow. Can't you be little nicer? Like Ale-chan? Have you seen how sweet she is. Maybe try taking some lessons with her," he makes another theatrical sulky face. "At least look back girl."

Ignoring his plea she says, "well, of course she is. You're both very coquetry in your respective area."

"Hey, no need to be so rude! Bash me all you want but leave her out of this. Furthermore, she's Bastard's lovely diva now."

"As you wish Master Wallace," she says in a low yet mischievous tone. She sees his aura changing for a moment. His usual cold green is interrupted by a ray of gray, before going back to normal. She smirks, trying to see if he'd leave if she triggers him far enough.

Worick shakes his head, brushing off his hair, "anyway, look at this place. Both this slum and your actual apartment, besides the mess that is–" "–Oh I'm sorry. Big talk for a dude who didn't cook before he took a stray girl in," she interrupts him annoyed by his carefreeness.

"Hey! I do cook, I don't have the time. I'm a handyman. At least our place has the walls and doors on its place. How many times do we have to repair your house before you settle down? We fixed the walls just three months ago! How do you not have a door again?" he sighs in disappointment as if he's talking to his younger sibling, while in reality he just wants to win the argument.

"This is an abandoned district."

"Same goes for the 2nd street."

"Why do you care?"

"It's time consuming and it costs money."

"And I have paid you fair and square each time, so what are you at?"

"That's not the point! And do you know how hard it is to contact you every time you come to sulk here?"

"I didn't ask for it either," she shoots back annoyed, still not moving from the chair. By now, she's well versed in his games and his teasing but that doesn't make it any less annoying.

He smacks his forehead, but suddenly a smirk appears on his face. "Sometimes...just sometimes, I wished you were the same old girl, just staying the same de–" she suddenly turns the chair, rushing toward Worick, grabbing him by his collar, and smacking him into the wall. She grabs a pocketknife from her pocket and holds it under his neck, "I dare you to say that one more time." Even though she sees his colours and she's well aware of his games, she can't help but react to his words.

"Haha, I win! You finally got off that stupid chair," he chuckles.

"I swear to all those tags and every single cunt that you've fucked, one more time, just one more joke about this and I'll buy you a comfy and beautiful match for that eyepatch!" she whispers in a dire voice, poking his neck just a little with the point of her knife.

"Bahaha, you never fail to amuse me. But sis, you gotta calm down. Can't you see the difference in my tone? Why do you still fall for it. Gotta work on that nerve of yours or people will find out."

"Not if you zip it," she gives him a final push before letting him go.

"Still, you need work it out sis, aren't you such a cute actress."

"As if you're any better? Wanna talk about your aristoc-" "Fine fine," he stops her waving his hand in front of his face, "just wanted to have some fun. But, in all honestly, you need to work on that. Especially now."

"And why is that?"

"This is where it gets interesting."

"Are you going to get to the point or not?"

"With pleasure, mademoiselle," he performs another dramatic bow. "Well, you see, there's this new fella, kinda new, who's gonna work with Chad-san and his peeps. He and Paulklee…" she jumps in again, "don't care, don't want to hear it. I got nothing to do with that giant homo and her army," she hisses, crossing her arms.

"See? This is exactly what I'm talking about."

"I have landline in both places. If that geezer wants my help, he can call."

"Oh please, don't act like you don't smack the phone down on everyone. Let alone talking about Paulklee."

"Then he could send out that rookie to come here. And he isn't even half-annoying as your obnoxious ass."

"Have some mercy, will ya? When you come sulking here, poor Cody won't find you in this random burnt up place."

"It's not random," she says in a deep tone.

"It is for him," he lets out an exasperate sigh, shrugging as if this is taking longer than her wanted.

"Fine, continue," she huffs, rolling his eyes because he is right; and she hates that.

"He said this fella, Levi Ackerman, is pretty strong and he is no Twilight. He's a former Corsica but other than that there's not much about him out there. He was here during the second destroyer's attack."

"And who was he fighting?"

"The hunters."

"Ok? Then, what do you want from me?" she asks, raising her eyebrow.

"Chad-san said even if he's a newbie he's too good it's abnormal, and he can't trust him fully yet. So, he wants you to cooperate and work with him. Sort of working with department but to look after the guy" he says as he takes a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lights it. "Want one?" he asks as he pokes on his joint.

She shakes her head, "then what are you there for? Aren't you supposed to be the memory negative? Use your brain."

"C'mon! For a former...even as a part-timer you sure are lazy. NICK! COME OUTTA SOMEWHERE AND HELP ME!" he raises his hand toward the ceiling pretending to pray. "Agh…of course he ain't coming," he rubs his right temple with his free hand, "look I don't know how he did it, but he has cleared out his trace. And neither Corsica nor Paulklee know or aren't willing to give any information out. I can only help so long the information is there. But now it's your turn."

"I should've never told you about this."

"Sorry, too late babe. You and your lie detector will always be a scary life savior."

"Speak for yourself. Everyone's soul leaves their body the first time they see you recite 1000 pages of document under one minute. Moreover, I refuse," she huffs, knowing she's long lost, but she has to make sure he doesn't get the satisfaction he wants.

"You know the pay's good. Give it a try let's have some adventure once in a while!" he suggests playfully puffing the smoke into her face and dropping the cigarette butt on the floor. A creepy grin appears on his face, a grin she knows too well without even seeing his colours. He walks closer to her, "plus, Benriya will be there too... and you know what that means," he winks, poking her with his elbow and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. This damn gigolo.

"Get Off Me. I don't know what the hell you on," she hisses, trying to keep her composure and pushing him away but he purposefully is pressing his weight on her.

"Aww, c'mon. When're you gonna be honest with yourself? You ain't no newbie no more. Everyone has sensed it one way or another, even Ale-chan has some guesses, right? Right?" he pokes her cheek. She can see him enjoying every moment it way more than needed. It's no longer a win or a draw. Their relationship has long gone passed the point of pretense and acting, but she still doesn't like how he can push her buttons. Well, a little work wouldn't hurt.

"FINE. I accept, but I'll quit if the case sucks. Now fuck off," she raises both of her arms and pushes him away with full force as she blinks rapidly, making sure her face doesn't change even one shade to red.

"That's my girl! We'll give you a 50% discount!" he firmly taps her shoulder, raising his other hand for a fist-five. She raises her fist and punches him in the guts. His eyes widens as he gasps for air.

"Oops, my hand slipped. Did you say 70%?" she smirks in satisfaction.

"Uh-hmm! Anything you say hun…" he groans in pain.

"And Worick, not everyone is you so watch your mouth. Eavesdroppers are everywhere. People are finally forgetting," she states, walking to the other side of the room where a backpack and couple boxes are scattered around; and starts packing her stuff.

"Damn…shouldn't you ladies have some elegance?" he inhales, fixing his posture.

"Play stupid games, win–" she stops mid-sentence, chill running down her spine as she sees the familiar presence approaching the room. The only person that makes her feel anything beyond anger or indifference. If anyone could see her colours; it'd be a mess. Come on woman pull yourself together. He's getting closer and closer, but not from downstairs.

Suddenly a loud sound echoes through the building as a body is thrown inside the living room, breaking the window glass.

"Nick!"

A/N

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