With You (Rivamika)

Chapter 3

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"So, you lived on a farm in the middle of some woods. Did you grow lots of food?, sounds like a waste of food if you grew tons and never shared it to others" Levi spoke as he gripped the old hairbrush he forced Furlan into looking for knowing he'll remember where it was placed before he ever found it. Levi knew not to touch Furlan stuff and in return, Furlan didn't touch his stuff. But this hairbrush was needed and it was either use the hairbrush that belonged to a dead friend to Furlan or let Mikasa go with the comb that none of them thought she deserved such a punishment.

"When harvest came along, my father rented a horse and hooked it over to the wooden cart kept at the back of our cabin. I wasn't allowed to go near the horse and got told to stay inside when my Father and Mother took the left over harvest to the closes town on the other end of the woods. They said I'll be able to come once I was sixteen but for now I had to wait at home for them. It's have we survived winter, by selling our crops" Mikasa answered rather grown up as she stood still, letting Levi brush her hair since he just cleaned up and creamed her injured wrists from the rope, leaving them bandage and told her to not use her arms so much for a bit. 

"Hmm, so this would be your first time leaving home. Not the best first visit but at least you're alive, I'm sure your parents would want nothing more" Furlan commented with a friendly smile from where he sat on the sofa, reading a book. 

"Mother did want me to live but I'm the reason she was killed because I wouldn't run when she screamed at me too .. She got hurt trying to get me to run" Mikasa weakly spoke, lowing her head and flinching as Levi caught a knot.

"What did you use to grow on the farm?" Levi asked, keeping the mood as calm as he could while he worked against the knots in her hair. He was rather glad his mum use to let him brush her hair when she started getting sick, it was helping him big time now. 

"Peas, tomato's, Potato's, Carrots and cabbage. Father and I never liked cabbage so we would secretly pack them into the cart first, leaving one behind for Mother to cook into the meal but that's because her birthday was always after harvest and that would be our present to her. My mother grew some flowers as well and strawberries, they were really sweet and never sour" Mikasa answered, her voice fond and happier as she thought over the food she and her parents grew together.

"That sounds nice" Furlan muttered with a smile, thinking over all the food and how they could just grab some to cook whenever needed.

"Yep, my father says the food always did great when he sold them in the market. He always sold cheaper than the others making him the town favourite seller. He almost never had spares but he always kept some of my mother's strawberries spare and gave them to any of the homeless. It wasn't much but it was something and sometimes, if the harvest was big, he'll pay the homeless to help with the other carts. They would meet him at the edge of the woods before the town and take over pushing with the horses once my father popped out" Mikasa carried on speaking rather proud over her farm food and her father actions as Furlan just smiled. 

Levi stayed silent as Mikasa stayed talking over the farm, brushing her hair without another word leaving his lips. Taking notice how Mikasa shoulders tensed before rolling, how her voice seemed more happier than before and how her head dipped to the left away from Furlan view. 

He finally finished brushing her hair, not a single knot to be seen or felt and he walked over to the table, placing the brush down. Walking back over to Mikasa and making sure to stand before her. Taking a small breath before looking her over a little better and being proven right over his drifting thoughts. Mikasa was .. crying.