Perfect Match [Levi Ackerman x Reader] Discontinued

Chapter 9

Summary:
Contains some violence.

"There is no way in fucking hell those bastards are getting away with that stunt! I will track them down and humiliate every last one of them if I have to!" I ranted as Sasha and I walked across the yard.

"I don't know, [F/N]. This seems a little sketchy to me. I think it would be best just to let Heichou give them stable duty," Sasha skeptically stated.

"Please, all that would prove is that I'm his favorite and he's as far up my ass as everyone seems to think," I denied.

"But I thought he was up your ass," Sasha replied, tilting her head to the side.

"Sasha. I don't do anal. He isn't shoved up my ass. Ever," I explained, shaking my head.

"And I'm sure that's another one of your lies, isn't it, [F/N]?" Jean spoke from behind us.

"Oh would you just get the fuck over it already, Jean?" I groaned.

"Is Heichou's little girl upset?" Reiner spoke, coming at us from the left.

"What are you playing at?" I questioned, becoming angry.

"The same could be asked to you, [F/N]," Connie retorted from our right.

"Give it up, [F/N]. You don't stand a chance," Bertholdt demanded, nonchalantly walking up to us.

"Is that a challenge?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow.

"It's a fact," Jean answered.

"Sasha, I want you to get out of here. Go stall Levi. Go do something to keep the attention away from here. Payback is calling my name," I whispered.

Sasha nodded and barrel rolled out of the circle the men had formed around us.

"Oh you're doing this all by yourself? And here I was thinking that you would want some back up to help save your sorry ass," Reiner jeered.

"Please. You must underestimate the girl that kicked Heichou's ass a few weeks ago. Or are you just blocking out that someone was actually better than you at something?" I taunted.

Jean toughened up and threw a punch in my direction. I dodged, letting him punch Bertholdt instead.

"Watch what you're doing horse-face!" Bertholdt yelled, his face heating up with embarrassment.

"You little shit," Reiner grunted as he attempted to wrap his arms around me in a lock.

I ducked and charged into his gut, picking him up, and flipping him over me, falling backward on top of him.

"That was unexpected. I don't think this is a good idea anymore, Reiner," Jean babbled, shifting around nervously.

"Awww, is little Jean-bo getting scared? Should I send for your mommy?" I mocked as I got off of Reiner.

"You little bitch," Jean snarled, his eyes dilating with anger.

"What are you gonna do about it, horse boy?" I taunted.

He ran toward me with his fist extended in an attempt to hit my gut. I sidestepped and intercepted with my knee to his gut. He coughed violently and doubled over for a second.

I walked up to him as he was hunched over.

"Sorry Jean, but you were asking for this," I said as I planted my foot on his face and shoved him backward.

Connie's eyes widened as I looked at him menacingly. He was trembling violently and he looked like he was about ready to piss his pants in fear.

"Either you can apologize to Sasha and I or you can end up like Reiner and Jean," I offered, crossing my arms.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, [F-F-F/N]," he stuttered, "I-I w-was pressur-red into th-this."

"Go see how Sasha buys that, brat," I responded, coldly.

Connie scampered away from the scene in the direction Sasha had went.

I turned toward Bertholdt.

"Bertl, Bertl, Bertl," I shook my head.

"I can't believe you of all people are part of this. I thought we were friends. We used to have such great conversations during training. But now, I don't know if any of that was real. Were you really my friend or were you just faking it?" I questioned, looking at him sadly.

He began sweating heavily, like he does when he gets nervous.

I stepped toward him, trying to look into his eyes.

"I know you don't want to be doing this, Bertl," I spoke softly.

He looked away from me as I got closer to him.

"What are you hiding, Bertl?" I stood right in front of him, looking up at his 192 cm figure (which was quite the sight compared to my 168 cm figure).

I stood on my toes and placed my hand on his perspiring cheek. He looked down at me, sadness flooding his green eyes.

"I'm sorry, [F/N]. This is something I have to do," he apologized before he kicked my feet out from under me.

I rolled to stop myself from the nasty landing I was about to take.

I shook myself mentally at what had just happened. Something was wrong with him and he didn't want anyone to know about it.

"Alright, if you're going to play like that, ol' chum, then I guess I have to do this too," I growled as I gave I kick in the direction of his spunk bunkers.

He grabbed my foot and twisted it so I would have to hop to turn in the direction he was twisting it without breaking my ankle.

Bertholdt moved toward me bringing my foot up to my butt. I could feel his crotch on the tip of my boot. I had thought of my escape plan.

"Look Bertl, I love you and all, but you really need to remember how close you should get to your opponent in battle," I stated as I shoved my foot up through his hand and into his crotch. He doubled over and fell to the ground.

"How could you?" he barked.

"The same reason you betrayed me, I had to," I answered.

I turned away from him and looked at the very much unconscious Reiner and Jean.

"You were lucky to have me as a friend. I guess you only took it for granted," I told him as I began to walk away from the scene.

I began to head toward Levi's office once I was inside the castle.

"At least that's done and over with now," I mumbled to myself. "Now maybe I can get some peace and quiet with my man."