The Doppelganger

A Strange Encounter

The battle field was heavy with rain, and despite their best attempts everyone was scattered and lost to the mist and heavy downpour. Flares were completely useless, and the sounds of thunder prevented any other means of communication. Half a day's ride from the walls, there's no way to get back until it all lets up.
"Well isn't this some fucking shit", Levi mutters as he looks for his horse. Useless endeavor, and as he wades through the ankle thick mud, it becomes apparent.
He's lost.
Got turned around somehow.
"Fucking shit."

He can see the vague shapes of trees in the distance, and decides it might be best to head for cover. He can gather up anyone he finds along the way, he reasons and moves towards what he hopes will be safety. He finds no one however, and enters the wood alone.
"Fucking damn SHIT!"

His voice has a slightly unsettling echo to it, and he looks around, feeling unnerved. Moving in, the mist gets thicker and colder; making visibility shit and causing his teeth to chatter. The sounds of strange birds sound close but far away at the same time, making it difficult to navigate.
"Should stop here before I break my dumb ass neck." He mutters, trying to look around.

A light.
Somewhere off in the distance.
Did one of his comrades make it out here too?

He slowly makes his way forward, feeling the harsh bark of the trees to steady himself. The light is getting brighter, an almost unnatural quality to it and he can see...
A bedroom? Getting closer he can confirm this, and ignoring the curious fact that there's no wall to separate him from this room, he moves closer still.
'It's like looking into another world', he thinks to himself and a part of him reasons it would be smart to turn away, but...

Someone is moving around inside, and he creeps forward to get a better look. It's a man, dark-haired, shirtless and about his height. He seems strangely familiar, but before he can think on it pain explodes in his head and the man who just elbowed him in the face turns lightning quick. He's grabbed, and thrown to the other side of the room.
"The fuck you doin' in my house, dumb ass?", is the last thing he hears before losing consciousness.

He comes to some time later, with a dull aching throb in his head. With a groan, he tries to sit up but is kicked right back down. The pain in his head explodes again, and he tries to work past it; staring with hazy eyes at his surroundings.

The room is quite lavish, rivaling even the lords of his city by his estimation; and the man sitting on the giant bed before him stares impatiently. He doesn't look like someone who would live this kind of lifestyle, but maybe Levi just thinks this because the man looks just like him. Not in that vague way when people momentarily confuse you for someone else, it IS him. It's like staring into a mirror, actually and quite unsettling.

'Did I hit my head out there? Am I lying in the woods somewhere dreaming all this?'
The man before him is sitting casually on the bed, with the same bored and apathetic expression Levi himself often wears. His hair is the same undercut, but slightly shorter and is completely slicked back. His right arm; from shoulder, chest to wrist is covered in strange black and white drawings. Quite elaborate ones in fact, they almost look realistic. The one that stands out in particular is what looks to be a rose, with the name Y/N scrolling across it in fancy lettering. 

Another difference is the small hoop that pierces through his lower lip on the left side. The scars are the same, though. Disturbingly identical.
The man reaches up and grabs a pack of cigarettes from his bureau. Lighting one, he takes a deep drag and blows it directly at Levi.
Asshole.

"Who the fuck are you, asshole?" The man asks. His voice is so strikingly similar to his own that Levi can't help but hesitate, momentarily confused. The man kicks him hard in the stomach.
"Your name, before I start putting in some real effort."
"Levi."

The man looks at him with amusement, but with a subtle hint of discomfort in his eyes. The look is gone almost immediately however, and he scoffs at Levi; rolling his eyes.
"Tch. Isn't THAT embarrassing. Here I thought that I was Levi." The mans says sarcastically through the clenched teeth holding his cigarette. "Pardon me for rolling up into YOUR lap of luxury, asshole." He grabs Levi and is about to punch him square in the face, when a voice sounds from just down the hall.

"Levi? Is everything okay?"
He lets go of Levi, as they both turn to the voice.
"Not a word, dumb ass", he mutters and then louder, "All good, baby."
The door snicks open.