Chrysanthe is an assassin for hire, who listens to no one but herself. She knows she has soulmates, but after seeing what happened to her mother.... She would rather avoid them at all costs. Her pasts haunts her, but what happens when her current jo...
The woman was frozen. All sounds, movements, and people disappeared to her. Chrysanthe was terrified. The woman that laid below her was her soulmate.
'I need to move. The risk of her touching me is too big. Plus, I don't want my soulmates.' The rational side of her mind was trying to get her to move.
'What if she dies here? What if she loves you regardless? What if she could help us?' Her heart was fighting with her mind. Her body was frozen as she thought. Leave and keep it to yourself. Stay away from her. Or, stay. Get to know her, because maybe she could have something like Eren and Armin. The emotion they shared was something she wanted to taste. Her eyes moved over the rest of her body when something else caught her eye. A second tattoo rested on the woman's bicep. A little bit of blood covered it, but the dark lines were clear. She had a second soulmate.
'It is almost impossible for her second soulmate not to be my other one. Shit.' Her eyes zeroed in on the tattoo to ingrave it into her mind. She needed to avoid the pair at all costs. (not my own creation)
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The tattoo was simple, but beautiful. She needed to be very careful from now on. Avoiding her soulmates was the name of the game, and she was prepared to play. Never in her life did she think she would meet them, hoping they were already dead.
"I am leaving. If you need me, don't. I'll be with your soulmate and Historia." Chrysanthe gave Armin a smirk, before using her ODM to speed away. Her body was fast and was untouched.
After a few minutes, she reached the atlar. She kept herself hidden in the shadows, though she made sure Historia saw a glimpse of her. Out of the corner of her eye, Historia saw Chrysanthemum. She knew what she had to do, but she played along with her father. Chrysanthe watched Historia, seeing through her act. She smirked, moving through the shadows to be closer to Eren. She was quiet and moved her body behind the boy. Chrysanthe was using him for cover, so no one below could see her.
Eren felt a body behind his, one that was cold. He glanced over his shoulder to see the woman who fought Mikasa. He tried to arch his body away from hers, but colder,slender fingers stopped him.
"Be quiet. Your friends are on the way here, and I'm making good on a promise. Quit crying, and don't move. I am going to open your ankle restraints." Her voice was barely audible, but Eren understood. He gave a subtle nod and turned his attention back to the people below him. Kenny had arrived, pushing the buttons on the Reiss man. Chrysanthe was using her knife to get the man in front of her free. Once the restraints on his ankle were open, she moved back into the shadows to watch the event.
Kenny cut the gag in Eren's mouth, and allowed him to speak his mind. He was asking to be eaten, for he was holding the power of the founding titan, and the attack titan. The amount of information being gathered right now was confusing. She understood what was going on, but they were pieces of the story missing.
