Being back in the underground city gives me a sense of security...
I scare off a child for a fifth time, preventing the little boy from grabbing anything valuable off me.
Well, as much security as anyone can get down here.
I forget the dusty air that looms around and inhale practically every dirty particle around me. I cough into my arm as I'm making my way towards my house. Knowing the people around here a group of strangers will be inside.
But when I open the rusty door, everything is just how it was left.
Except for one thing...
"Girl with the ancestry of major crimes is now a Scout?"
I take out my knife rapidly and shove it in the man's face. He repositions his hat, not caring much for the weapon.
"Pointing weapons to one of your biggest allies is a bad decision." I recognise that gruffy, country accent from my childhood.
"Kenny." I rest my hand back at my side.
The 6 foot man sizes me up, making me feel uncomfortable, so I glare at him. He dips his hat to show his respect.
"Hey, I'm not about that life, brat. What, you're like ten?"
"I'm twenty."
Kenny takes a few steps back and grabs a cigar out of his breast pocket. He lights it and instantly I smell the pungent smoke as he puffs it out.
"Why'd you come back?" he questions.
"I'll be staying here for a while, so I'd appreciate you leaving," I tell him, choosing to ignore the question.
"Someone will break in."
"You might've been friends with my dad but this is our first encounter. He doesn't act without reason. Get out."
Kenny takes one more puff, then drops the cigar on the ground and smothers it with his boot. He sets something down on the beat up couch and exits my house.
My dad's old knife rests on the cushion of the dirty furniture. I carry it back to my dad's room and place it in a desk drawer next to the others-
"(Y/N)."
The hairs on my body rise, my pupils dilate at the sound.
"(Y/N?)"
I shake my head.
Get out.
"Oi."
Get out of my head, Levi.
The voice goes quiet. I stare down at the knife. A muscular hand trails down my arm, hot breath on my neck.
"(Y/N)..."
A bright flash crowds my eyes.
I jerk around to meet the empty room I came into. My heart pounds in my ears and my breathing rapid. I finally let go of the weapon, trying to get the memories of Levi to stay in the same drawer.
Never to be opened again.
YOU ARE READING
Humanities Outcast (Levi x Female Reader)
Romantizm(Y/n) comes from a generation of criminals. She doesn't need someone to pick her up when she falls. Or so she used to think before she met Captain Levi Ackerman.
