Author's note:
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Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin © Isayama Hajime
13th Floor of Loke Apartments © Josephine Rose99
Characters: There are six main characters in our fanfic this time. First, the Flower Boy aka Armin Arlert. Second, one of the members of the Marley trio, the Barbarian Girl aka Annie Leonhart. Third, the less masculine version of The Rock(?) aka Connie Springer. Fourth, the female version of Luffy (when it comes to eating) aka Sasha Blouse. Fifth, the most narcissistic woman in the world, aka Hitch Dreyse. Lastly, Nadeshiko-chan aka Frieda Reiss.
Other characters become supporting characters in perfecting the crazy actions of these six people. The author cannot mention who they are one by one because the author is too lazy to type.
Notes: Warning from the author, dear readers. There are characters that have traits like in anime, but there are also those that are OOC (Out of Character). In short, their characters are not tied to the original author's work. Even so, protests are prohibited. We just need to have some fun!
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13th FLOOR OF LOKE APARTMENTS
PAGE TWO
FRIEDA'S SACRED MISSION
By Josephine Rose99
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Usually Frieda was never this tired after returned from campus. Gee, thanks to those bastard kids who did disasters in the middle of the night. Hell, She almost fell asleep in the middle of class! There was no way she gave up her status as a role model because of one trivial mistake. Luckily, the trick of pulling her eyelids with tweezers worked one hundred percent.
Talking about role models, this cheerful and energetic girl didn't seem to forget to fulfill her responsibilities as an apartment owner. Always did her job as an apartment owner, such as arranging subordinates to clean floor hallways, taking out trash, or other tasks after changing clothes when she returned. But turned out, this time she had to postpone all of that because another obligation and responsibility that was never absent from her to-do list after inheriting this apartment from her father.
Increased ear immunity to complaints.
"Frieda, this can't be allowed any longer! Do something to those five damn brats! We even nicknamed that stupid floor by THUGS FLOOR, you know that?" Before she even stepped onto the first floor, she was intercepted by a crowd of people who were standing sorely waiting for her return outside.
Seriously?
How soon would she have to face the ladies' demonstration? She hadn't even put down her bag and changed her clothes which were already smell like rotten sweat.
What the hell did those kids actually do while she were on campus anyway?
But now wasn't the right time to ask. That was why Frieda automatically bent over and apologized.
"I-I'm sorry! Forgive me! I will discuss this with them!" she said with full of guilt and desire to kill.
Eh? Desire to kill?
Please don't misunderstand. The desire to kill was not directed at the ladies, but at the mastermind behind this riot.
"You are the owner of this apartment, right, Frieda-chan? Maybe they listen to your words more than ours."
Then the complaints came one by one.
"Look at this! I spilled my sea fish soup because that damn Leonhart stomped on the floor of her room again! I was shocked, damn it!" said a woman who showing her clothes had been stained with soup, thanks to Annie's evil actions.
"That baldie boy almost ran into me this morning too! Why does he keep getting on his bike every time he goes down the floor?" followed by curses from another woman who pointed to her forehead, which had a bump from almost being hit through the wall.
"In the last four days, I have also often heard explosions! That must be the work of that idiot Arlert, didn't he!? Can you ask him to do research which safer and secure for the other residents?!"
"No, no! That all still better, ladies! What even crazier is HITCH! THAT FUCKING GIRL! SHE BOUGHT PORN MAGAZINES AGAIN! AND IF SHE REALLY WANT TO READ IT, AT LEAST BRING THOSE BOOKS TO HER ROOM! WHY WOULD SHE LEAVE IT ON THE OTHER FLOOR'S GUEST TABLE!? I WAS SHOCKED TO SEE CHILDREN READING THOSE BOOKS WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT THE PURPOSE WAS!" no comment for this one.
"What are you saying? Sasha are crazy as well! The homemade food she often shares is more poisonous than expired food! Not to mention the failed dishes she put in the rubbish bin in front of the apartment! I, who live on the first floor, am not comfortable with the bad smell coming from there!"
That problems again? There was no variation, but it never stopped.
Frieda desperately held back a few tears to dramatize this situation. Only able to smile bitterly while thinking about a series of massacre plans in order to save the psychological condition of all the occupants in the building. Including her, of course. Wouldn't it be funny if a student majoring in psychology went crazy before graduating?
"Those damn brats! Why hasn't there been a day of peace in my life since I took care of this apartment!?" Frieda sent a curse under her breath, "I have to hurry. If I really want to live happily here, I have to immediately take care of those five geckos!"
For your information, Frieda apparently already had a plan when she finished taking care of the five crazy students early this morning. She discussed about her plan with 'somebody' on campus. She didn't want to delay any longer. Today, she would start executing her simple plan, but had a powerful impact.
The question now...
Would it work that easily?
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Room no. 118. 13th Floor of Loke Apartments. 17.10 local time.
Annie Leonhart's room.
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Okay, now Annie was in annoying mode.
What was this? Suddenly Frieda gathered the five of them aka all the residents of the 13th floor in her room without any announcement. Entering each room at her will, then dragging them one by one to sit in a circle in this room. It sucked. She just wanted to sleep after completing her abstract painting assignment. Was Frieda too blind to see that Annie's eyes were the same species as panda's now?
"So? Why did you gather us, Nee-san?" Connie became the representative of every human voice in the room.
"And should it be in my room?" Annie continued reluctantly.
Hearing the unpleasant tone of the bad girl, Frieda couldn't help but glanced at her in annoyance, "Annie, I don't wanna hear your protests for now," she said, pointing at Annie's face with her index finger. Annie's cynical eyes almost caught that dirty finger.
"Well, my purpose in gathering the five of you here is for the sake of peace as neighbors on the 13th floor of this apartment. My intention is so holy, right? It's holy, right?" Frieda continued again. This time, she spread her chest as if to gave proof of how sincere she was in wanting to bring peace to the 13th floor.
But Armin was different. He immediately got rid of Frieda's self-confidence by glancing sharply at Annie, "Peaceful life as neighbors on this floor will be realized after this witch leave from here," he sneered, only making the atmosphere worse.
Knowing that the identity of the 'witch' was her, Annie immediately became peeved.
"Can I kill him now?"
"Oi, Armin, Annie! Could you guys shut up for a minute?" Frieda bellowed, showing off her monster teeth before those two were ready to slaughter each other. Just like a Mom who tried to separate their children, "Don't you see my serious face right now? This matter is more important than your fight! Besides, why do you always fight every time you meet eyes? Do you want to give me hypertension or something?"
"Is this really important? What a waste of my beauty sleeping time..." Hitch really couldn't keep track of the situation. This sentence of hers was finally greeted by Frieda's high heels. Stucked firmly in her nostrils.
These five kids. No one wanted to respect her!
Frieda growled. Her emotions would almost explode in one fell swoop if she didn't cast a mental calming spell. Over time, it looked like she needed to meet her father to remove her from the line of succession for this apartment.
"I'm huuuungrryyyy..."
Just as she thought that, on the other hand, Sasha didn't pay any attention to her words because she was busy stroking her stomach. The girl really didn't care. Four red intersections finally appeared on Frieda's forehead.
Connie responded harshly, "You just ate five minutes ago, potato maniac!"
"What are you talking about, Connie? The plate of grilled squid, a packet of french fries, and five packets of potato chips just now were just appetizer. Not the main course."
"Huh!? Can't you see your stomach is swollen now? Seriously, how much different your consumption standards from—"
"EEENNOOOOUUURRRGGHHH!" Frieda rocked out at the most inopportune moment, "Listen to me, you freaking demon kids! I got reports from other room occupants about you guys! Did you know? This floor was nicknamed THE FLOOR OF THUGS! Shame on you all! That's why you need to get to know each other better, so that the stupid nickname will disappear over time!" she continued while referring to her group of juniors who she called "demon kids".
Hearing this absurd nickname made Connie had to think again 1000 times. He had been labeled as a virgin guy on campus, but this time he didn't want to be labeled as a bad guy in other places. This could affect its popularity (if he had any)! "Seriously, Nee-san? Okay, I've decided! I think it's better if I just move off this floor!"
"Calm down, Connie. This has nothing to do with mythical numbers. You don't need to move. Just stay," Armin hurriedly blocked Connie's intention of leaving him alone. Well, if Connie left, it meant Armin was the only man lived on this floor. "Besides, I'm sure this floor is nicknamed like that because Annie's existence," Armin spated out bitchily, throwing a sarcastic glance at the girl who was now glaring at him.
"Haaaah?"
Annie then immediately activated her killing aura. She stood up and squared off, ready to punch the disgusting face of the genius with her magic fist. But before the fist landed fantastically on Armin's face, Frieda held her arm.
"Stop! Stop! Hold on, sister! No violence in my family's apartment!" Frieda almost had a heart attack. Seriously, Annie's ferocious mode never gave off a friendly aura to any living things.
Should she have to hire an ambulance to ensure their safety if this girl suddenly goes berserk like this? Well, although the source of the problem here was Armin, who didn't stop teasing her.
After Frieda pulled Annie back into the seat, she continued, "Okay, basically I have an idea to make this happen. We will play a game I created. Game of honesty."
Game of honesty, she said?
A silly game where players said the truth about something? Was that what it meant? Really a kid's game. Yes, it wasn't surprising considering this was Frieda's idea. Understandably, only her body was mature, but her brain level was not much different from the kids who liked to play marbles in front of the apartment.
Armin looked at Frieda flatly, as flat as when you faced dry jokes from the stupid people around you, "Game of honesty?"
"Write an honest opinion about one of you in turn. Everything you know about that person. So we can find out the problems behind why we can't get along. From each person's weaknesses, I can decide the best way to unite you. Got it?" Frieda said calmly and with dignity. Yes, she was so authoritative. Because she thought the five juniors in front of her would give a 'wow' or stunned reaction, then happily carried out her sacred mission.
Unfortunately, all those dreams shattered when she heard their answers, which was as follows:
"Tch. What a nonsense game," Connie immediately fell to the floor and whistled incoherently.
"What a waste of my sleeping time," Annie continued, who threw herself on the bed and immediately pulled up the blanket.
"I still have to continue my experiments. So, see you, guys," Armin followed, getting up from his seat. leaving the crime scene and went to the private lab.
"Aarghh. I'm starving..." please ignored the creature who had been busy being hungry.
"Forget it, Nee-san. Instead of doing this rubbish game, how about I invite you all to watch the latest 21+ movie in my room?" Hitch said, trying to spread her nasty virus.
These bastards.
What did they say? Did they just give comments that hurt her kokoro?
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Maybe this was Frieda's advantage to always carrying the security officer's baton every time she step onto this cursed floor. Not only it worked optimally on patrol, it could also be useful to slap every face of the five.
And like always, it worked. All opinions suddenly changed.
"My pleasure, Onee-san!"
"To be honest, I love this game! Obviously!"
"I give my body and soul only for you, Nee-san."
"Okay, guys! Today, we will get to know each other better!"
"S-so who's our first target, Nee-san?"
Finally she was heard by these damn children. Shit. She almost wanted to launch her intention to jump from the 15th floor.
Frieda took a deep breath. Taking a few seconds of silence.
"Okay. The first target of our honesty game will be Sasha. After her, Armin. So keep going clockwise," she said, pointing to Sasha and Armin who were sitting beside her.
Sasha, on the other hand, was shocked. Who would have thought that she would be the first victim in this time-wasting game?
"Me?"
"This. A piece of paper and a pen for you. Everyone gets one," ignoring Sasha who was busy gawking, Frieda gave HVS papers and pens to all the participants. What a thorough preparation, Frieda-sama.
Hitch shook off the paper. Looking up at the ceiling while muttering, "...Honest opinion about Sasha, huh?"
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1. Sasha
Hitch: Sasha is the embodiment of a trash can. Because whatever the type of food is, it can enter and fit into her stomach. Even now I'm wondering; is there any human in this world who gluttonous than her? Okay, there are people who like to eat, but Sasha is totally shameless. Why? She once told me that she's a true culinary expert who dedicated herself to delicious flavors. Bleh! Bullshit! What kinda a culinary expert is she? Does she think I don't know that she likes to steal the chef's cooking every time she took part in cooking practices?
She also likes to carry boiled potatoes everywhere. When people carry money everywhere, the things she carries around are potatoes. The reason is cliché. So she can ask for money with puppy eyes every time she's hungry to any living creatures around her. It would be better if her face is more chubby or cuter when she do that, but her face is even more digusting. Not suit at all for cute expressions.
Then what's the point? The point is that being with Sasha only make you lose your pride and disappear from civilization.
Connie: That food lover full name is Sasha Blouse. Her skill is being able to eat normal to abnormal food. Really love carrying boiled potatoes everywhere. It's very similar to Dora the Explorer who carries a backpack wherever she goes. The difference; that cartoon character who suffers from nearsightedness and acute vision is carrying useful items, while Sasha... Words fail me.
Oh, yes. She is stupider and gluttonous than me and this makes me grateful. The difference from me is when I always get angry at being called stupid, that woman only smiles like... crazy! Basically, Sasha is insane, fellas.
Her sleep schedule is around 10 pm and wakes up at 6 or 7 am, if she doesn't turn off the alarm. She snores in her sleep too. Plus, she also likes to pick her nose anywhere and anytime. Sleep anywhere and anytime. Even this fool often sleeps in class or in the middle of an exam! Once I visited Sasha's department and accidentally ran into a lecturer. But when I realized the lecturer was carrying a sack of balls, I was confused. Since when did the culinary campus change to a sports department? Especially after I had the courage to ask him why he brought that sack of balls, my single-digit brain couldn't understand even more after he answered, "This is my routine every week. One of my female students volunteered to help me throw the strike ball."
Honestly, I was like... what the hell?
Well, I was curious, of course. And when I followed quietly to see the condition of his class, I saw that he was actually threw balls with the head of Sasha, who was sleeping in her chair as a target. The potato girl who was sleeping at first, fainted. Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
Armin: I used to judge Eren that there was no one in this world who stupider than him, but I was wrong. After Sasha's stupidity 'attacked', that thought disappeared. Sometimes she also likes to follow the fashion trends of city girls that don't suit her. And she doesn't value money! Every time she get extra money, 80% of it has been transferred to the nearest restaurant. But if we talk about Sasha, then gluttony is the thing that best describes her. This is just a suggestion, but never treat Sasha under any circumstances. Do you know how it feels to be looked strangely by people when you sit next to a woman who keeps asking for another menu while her stomach is already bloated like a pregnant women? Seriously, it was the worst experience for me. Traumatized me! You better pretend to be poor in front of her. So, she doesn't beg for food every time the boiled potatoes she carries everywhere run out.
Annie: Hmmm... Well, to be honest, I'm not that close to Sasha. That's why it's hard for me to describe what she's like. Well, I know she is very gluttonous. Her mouth is even wider than hippo's when it comes to eating. What's other Sasha's character that impressed me the most?...Argh. Who knows? There are so many tacky and idiotic traits of her that I feel that even this paper is not enough to write them all. So if you guys really wanna know about Sasha, I suggest to look in Connie's diary. My instincts say the two of them are very close and often hang out everywhere together just like newlyweds. Guaranteed the diary is better than the Attack on Titan Wiki. Full name, date and place of birth, height, weight, blood type, to the day of her menstrual cycle. You'll get it all.
Hmmm... what else do I know about Sasha? Oh, she has a squat brain. Because I'm sure that out of 365 days in a year, she only uses her brain only during midterms and semester exams. Even that isn't perfectly usefull because the girl has the principle of 'no cheating = death'. In short? In short, Sasha Blouse's brainpower in thinking is even more pathetic than a Chihuahua.
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"WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!?" Sasha's eyes bulged in horror, almost popping out of its sockets. Then she stood up and looked angrily at the four despicable people who wrote despicable things about her, "YOU THINK I'VE BEEN THAT GLUTTONOUS ALL THIS TIME!?"
"You eat like a pig. You're not aware, are you?" Connie looked at Sasha without feeling guilty.
"What do you mean by saying that, baldy!?"
"Why are you angry, you bastard? It's a fact. Can't you see? Your hunger level is above normal humans," Hitch said calmly.
"Shut up, Hitch! Then how about you? Every time you go on a blind date, you definitely ask for a treat, right? You think I don't know that? That's also glutton!" Sasha pointed at Hitch with her middle finger.
But it wouldn't be Hitch if she immediately fell for a provocation like that.
"That's another issue, moron. It's natural for men to treat women on dates," then Hitch pretended to gasp, covering her mouth as if she had just revealed an indirect disgrace, "Ah, sorry. You can't possibly know because you're never dating, right?"
Sasha's face turned red. Either embarrassed or angry. Maybe because Hitch's sarcasm was right on target? Well, girls who were crazy eaters always seemed to be on the list of girls who had to be blacklisted every time people had an impromptu blind date. Dating sponsors were reluctant to spend more money for this girl's appetite.
"Hiiiiiitcchhh..." Sasha growled as she clicked her fingers, ready to attack the girl.
Unfortunately, this intention had to be canceled because Connie suddenly changed the topic.
"Oi, Annie! What the hell are you writing!? Why are you bringing up my name in Sasha session, huh!?" he glared, pointing at Annie's paper. What did 'newlywed' mean? His pride which already low from the start, was further lowered by this barbaric girl.
Meanwhile, Annie just looked at him lazily, "Wanna protest? What I wrote is true. You two always hang out together."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we're newlyweds, you rhino girl!"
"Who did you call that rhino girl just now!?"
"SILEEEEEEEENNCCCEEE!" Sasha interrupted with a vicious shout, "You have no right to complain, Connie! You're just the same as Annie! How dare you not write a single positive thing about me!?"
"Positive? Are you kidding me? Only fools can see the positive in you. And why are you demonstrate about that while Armin is called you a pregnant woman!?" Connie, who didn't accept being blamed, immediately made Armin the scapegoat.
On the other hand, Armin was shocked to suddenly be brought into an absurd argument like this. So like Connie's method, he also dragged other people's writings so that he wouldn't be the victim alone, "Wait! What about Hitch!? She called Sasha a trash can! That's worse than me!"
Hitch gave him a look of disapproval when her name was mentioned.
"Sasha can't protest because what I wrote is obvious!" said Hitch, raising her tone.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
And again, Frieda's baton gave a head-scratching blow to each of the kids' heads.
"Argh!" Annie stroked her bumpy head. Then she gave a murderous look at the baton owner, "What are you doing, you bastard!?"
WHACK!
Again, Annie's head was destined to end up in a magical baton. Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
Frieda didn't care about Annie's fate, who was either still alive or not. Instead, she glared the other four, "You guys are asking to be beaten up, aren't you? I told you the purpose of this game is to get you guys closer, right? Why do you guys shout at each other just like the neighbors who don't accept being gossiped about by each other?"
"Bu-but... Onee-san..." Sasha tried to defend herself, but Frieda glared at her.
"And you, Sasha! Your friends wrote honest things about you! Then be self-aware there! You ARE gluttonous! How could you protest the truth like that!?" It felt like Sasha could hear an imaginary 'zlebb' sound hitting her chest when she heard Frieda said this.
"Can we just get on with it, guys? The sooner this stupid game is over, the sooner I'll get rid of you from my room," it seemed Annie never got tired to challenge death. Luckily, she managed to dodge the second attack of Frieda's baton.
Darn it.
So there was no way but to finish this deadly game. The other participants were forced to grumble incoherently, regretting their decision to follow Frieda's ideas to the end.
"Then next is..." Hitch couldn't finish her words when she realized that their next target was the owner of the most brilliant brain in the history of PIT.
Armin, who knew that all eyes were on him, could feel a cold wind coming to attack him. Plus, because the evil smiles from Connie, Sasha, Annie, and Hitch, he could only prayed that their honest opinions didn't make him end up the same fate as Sasha.
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2. Armin
Connie: When talking about Armin, we definitely talk about a genius beyond Einstein. But actually let me reveal the veil of shame of him, and that's GIRLY. Yup, girly! Armin is not macho at all. I think his mother used to dream of having a daughter, but a son was born instead. Then the product became like that. A man with characteristics like a woman. Once I advised him to act more masculine, but he stayed cool. He refused and was adamant that he wanted to be himself. To be honest, I think it's totally nonsense. Maybe he actually deviated and followed the path which indicated by Elton John.
However, what surprised me is that Armin is so popular. His fans are sooo many! Even this despicable fanfic author join in as his hardline fan! Truly countless! From fans of cute girls to girly guys. From youngers to olders. From normal fans to LGBT fans. They say he is kawaii. Seriously, what the hell do you see in Armin? My mom said I'm the most kawaii person in the world! That's why I think Armin is a covert homo. It's so simple, my friends. Until now, Armin has never been in love, even though his fans are scatter out there and ready to kill each other to get to him. Sigh...
Hitch: Among the five participants in this stupid game, he is the most normal. He could think straight, wise, and babbled on theories that made my single-digit IQ in a daze. But apart from being normal, one thing that comes to my mind about Armin is; GIRLY. OK, sure, there are lots of girly guys out there, but they can be gentleman sometimes. Rawr~! The problem is that Armin can't be fierce at all. Because of that, he's often intercepted by boys on campus. Like; 'Aaaah! Armin-sama, can I have your number, please?', or 'Hello, beauty. Just alone, huh? Want some company?', or 'Hey, honey~. You're so pretty today~'. For God's sake, did I choose the wrong campus during registration? Why the campus environment is filled with Armin's maniac fans!?
There is one more honest opinion I have about Armin. This is related to his research. Seriously, I just wanna ask. Is Armin the descendant of the terrorist the FBI was chasing? ...What? Can you blame me? This guy has a hobby of bombing his own private lab! Is he planning to destroy this apartment or what? My heart is tired of hearing the booming sound from that stupid lab! Worse, the explosion is always followed by earthquake! This reason also makes me confused—why Sis Frieda still let this 'thing' live on this floor? Or maybe they both come from the same network? Sigh... I don't know. It's hard to find sanity when you live under the same roof as supernatural creatures like them. Except me of course, hahahahaha!
Sasha: Sometimes when I look at Armin, I feel like I have failed as a woman. WHY CAN HE HAS THAT KAWAII FACE!? I JUST LESS KAWAII THAN HIM! Moreover, his height is not less than 170 cm. Since seeing Armin for the first time, I decided in learning how to wear make up, but never succeed. Because people who close to me always said my stupidity couldn't be covered with a make over. Is it true? Sigh... whatever. The point is that if I walk with Armin, the muscular guys would approach him and not me. Even they used those naughty winks toward him. Armin could only laugh dryly and grin incoherently at that time, but he didn't know that my heart had cracked and then shattered into dust.
Oh yes, Armin is a genius, you know! He always gets a perfect GPA every semester! Wanna know the secret to getting that GPA? Just studying, really. And I think it's possible that the Victoria Secret agency kidnap him and use him as a model for their photo shoot. After all, he's so feminine. Ummm, but he's short, right? If that's the case, then the audition failed! Ha ha ha ha!
Annie: It seems we have to flashback if you want to know what I think about Armin; our first meeting. One day, I accidentally ran into him in the campus toilet. I was very shocked to see him stroll casually into the men's toilet. Five seconds later, several men hurriedly came out of the toilet while showing expressions no less shocked than me. They were still confused when they saw Armin came out of the toilet again. Armin was also confused when he saw me standing outside the toilet with the other men. Until finally one of them asked him, why he had entered the men's toilet. And when we heard his voice, it felt like we were knocked out right then and there. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FEMININE VOICE!? SERIOUSLY, HE'S A MAN!?
Not to mention that when he talks, sometimes he looks down shyly, not dare to look at the (certain) person in front of him. Seriously, his intelligent image disappeared when he did that. Oh, man. Does he realize that he looks like a girl? Luckily he always wear pants. Otherwise, I would have misjudged it.
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How stupid he was to hope that he would not be hit right in the kokoro. Because after reading these devilish writings, Armin realized that his hope was only an illusion.
Do you think Armin Arlert will cry out loud? Oh no. Certainly not. He could only stare flatly at the crumpled papers, flat as when you see Kira from the fandom next door repenting of his actions. Unfortunately, he couldn't lie to himself because Armin knew best how hurt his heart was right now.
Armin raised his face, looking at one by one the participants and the owner of this unclear game idea who was now looking at him sweatdroppedly.
"One question for all of you," Armin said calmly and with emphasis, "Do I look that girly?"
"Very much," everyone commented except Frieda.
Then in the next second, Armin snatched the magic baton from Frieda's hands and landed attacks on the face of the evils who insulted him in this game.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Ow!"
"Ittai !"
"Ouch!"
"Sh*t! What the f*ck are you doing, blonde sissy!?" shouted Annie, not accepting that her head was being targeted (again).
"I should have said that!" said Armin, pointing the club in his hand right at Annie's face, "There are many extraordinary things about me! My GPA, my achievements, or my researches with famous professors! But you guys call me girly as your honest opinion!"
"Are you blind, Armin? Didn't you see Sasha and I discussing your GPA on our paper?" she immediately took the paper and Sasha, then showed the sentence she meant with great emotion.
Of course Armin wasn't immediately fooled, "Yeah, but only one sentence! The rest of it is just insults!"
Sasha on the other end just grins stupidly.
After the reaction to Annie and Sasha's writing, it was Connie's turn to be curious about Hitch's writing, "Hitch, I'd never knew that students at our campus behave like this towards Armin. Are you serious that he gets intercepted and teased by them a lot?"
"Well, of course I know that," said Hitch with a snort, "One of my classmates is a fan of this maniac. I knew it from her," he continued, pointing at Armin, whom she called a maniac, "How about you, then? You knew Armin had a fan club that filled by normal to abnormal people."
Connie scratched his head, "Well... I've just seen them carrying a banner saying 'Armin-sama, We Love You!' every time Armin takes part in a competition on campus. So I looked into it since I was curious. Turned out, it was true. Armin really had a fan club," never knew Connie used to be a stalker, brothers and sisters.
Armin who heard that statement all just looked down. He clenched his fists tightly. His teeth chattered. Trying desperately to be ashamed. Yes, he couldn't proud at all about his fan club. If the club was full of cute girls, maybe he wouldn't mind showing it off to Connie, Sasha, and Annie. So those self-esteem of humans who had minimal fans and envy like them would fall to the lowest position. But the problem was that the club also decorated with gays which makes Armin unabled to say anything more. Sob.
Seeing Armin's reaction, Annie spontaneously chuckled devilishly. This girl glanced at the other side, then gave a mockery that managed to shake the genius youth's faith, "Blonde sissy..."
"Ha ha ha ha! Blonde sissy!" Sasha laughed devilishly.
Unabled to bear being insulted, Armin finally exploded, "Humph! You guys just jealous of me for having so many fans! I mean, there's no way anyone in the world would like someone who looks like you guys!"
"The hell did you say!?"
"Aaaaarghh! Enough! You guys are too childish, you insolent bastards!" Frieda's ears couldn't bear to hear the continuous screams. So she stepped forward to intervene: "Didn't I say at the start? I intend to make all the residents on this floor become friends! But from earlier, you guys acted against what was written! This game requires honesty, so don't protest too much!"
"Getting each other better, my foot. In fact, after this game is over, there will be a massacre on this cursed floor," Sasha muttered softly.
Frieda sighed in resignation. She had to quickly change this atmosphere before it got worse, "Well, instead of you guys killing each other, let's us continue."
Damn Frieda.
It was easy for her to change the topic while Armin still not accepted it yet. Armin Arlert, a future world scientist candidate, was being harassed here and she just said 'continue'.
Armin pursed his lips, starting to hate the other participants. In short, now he was sulking.
"You all can't be called my friends. My description from you is not good at all. My IQ is only briefly discussed. You guys should talk more about how genius I am, my achievements, or whatever. Isn't it my identity?" Armin didn't seem to get tired of protesting yet.
But Annie's serious reply added to Armin's sulky mood, "Talking about that is too boring, Armin. Ask anyone and they all know that you are a genius. But it's rare when somebody talk about how feminine you are, right?"
"I don't wanna hear that from you!" Armin replied fiercely, "Just watch! I will report all this to my fans, and you all will be jealous of me!"
"Humph! Why should I get jealous to your fans club whose only filled by gays?"
Argh. So noisy.
Why had the two of them been arguing all this time?
"Heh, you blondes. End your husband and wife's quarrels right now. Let's continue this useless game," just like the author, Hitch also didn't like hearing Armin and Annie babble for too long. She didn't realize that as a result of her words just now, her head was the target of Frieda's baton (again).
After letting each other's emotions down in a moment of silence, the game continued.
"Who's next?" Connie asked reluctantly. He just wanted to sleep and get out of Annie's room!
Instantly, Frieda's group gave him a look of pity, like looking at a human with less education.
"..."
Connie, who was stared at like that, became confused. "Huh? Why are you guys looking at me?" he said without realized it.
"IT'S YOU!" they shouted compactly.
The baldie immediately looked like an idiot, inviting a collection of flies to nest there. Uh huh, of course he also felt the foul atmosphere coming from around him.
A bad sign?
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Author's note : See you on the next page.
THANKS A LOT, MINNA-SAN _!