Slightest of Wind: Mikasa x Sasha

Under the Moon - Into the Sun

The conversation with Kiyomi Azomobitos was going as expected. The scouts had a slim chance of establishing peace between them and their foes. Mikasa was listening to Armin and Hange explained their plans when she felt the hair on her neck stand. She shot her head back to look over the couch, "Eren, he's gone." She jumped to her feet and sprinted towards the exist when Jean caught her shoulder, his eyes challenging her to stay. She snatched their gazes apart but didn't immediately pull away, "I have to fi-", "I know." Everyone except Hange, Onyonkanpon, and Levi rushed outside to search for him. Mikasa scanned every inch of the surrounding area, It was dark, the only light coming from the moon and the lanterns she carried, the air, sticky. Growing increasingly frustrated she sprinted towards the place where the group had stopped to talk. Once there, she saw Eren's figure standing at the peak of a hill; an intense pain began thump behind her eye sockets, "Fight, Fight," it becoming indistinguishable from her own thoughts; "Fight, Fight." "Eren!" She called, her voice echoed, lost in dark. She squeezed her lids shut, "Fight! Fight!" dragging her fingers across her eyes until they pinched at the bridge of her nose, "Fight! Fight!." {The boy dangle by his neck, his veins popping from his temples, his face on fire as the man's grip tightened around his throat, "The only way to live is to fight!" he screamed, her knife drawn, she charged towards them, "Fight! Fight!"...} "But who am I fighting?" A hand came to rest on her back. "Is it another headache?" Armin asked, and she nodded. Jean brushed past Armin with clenched fists, "I got this!" Mikasa reached towards Eren's silhouette, a feeling, something beyond her understanding "fight, fight..."

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" she caught herself screaming along side the others. A bottle flew across the tent and shattered as two migrant men tussled for dominance. The amount of bodies inside caused the air to become humid and hot with laughter. An old copper skinned man had brought them to this tent. He had pouring a strong smelling liquid into her and the other's cups. Eren was the first to chug his, Jean and Connie consume their's next. She remembered looking at Armin and then a warm stream flowing down her chest. Jean had shouted something like, "Well, don't be a bunch of cowards!" before raising his drink, "to courage!" "to home!" "to ice cream!" "to the sea!", "to peace" "to freedom!" She wasn't sure who had said what, just how Sasha nearly dived into a lavish feast that was laid before them, how cups were quickly filled and emptied, the food devoured. Now she was here, her body felt like someone grabbed her by the arms, swinging her in circles until her feet left the ground.

One of the migrant men pulled a drum from the corner of the tent and began playing a rhythm of quick strikes and hits, the old man joined singing with its tempo, Connie and Eren clapped while Armin and Jean got up to ballroom dance with one another. She was watching as the two boys tripped over each other's feet, their fits of laugher contagious; Sasha waltzed into view. The woman bent over and grabbed her hand, "Dance with me!" Mikasa felt herself being pulled from the ground, stumbling into the woman's arms, she looking up to find their cheeks were rosy, and a large grin sprawled across their lips. "M'Lady," the brunette said as she bowed with one arm behind her back and the other extended towards her. Mikasa chuckled and did her best curtsy before she took the woman's hand. She laughed at how Sasha dramatized each turn of her head, each change in direction, until she found herself doing the same. One of the copper skinned men approached them, he began showing them a dance, One foot lightly stomping over the other, a slight leap and turn, his hands tucked behind his back. Sasha had already picked up the movements when she reached over to link arms her, the man doing the same on her other side, one foot lightly stomped over the other, a slight leap and turn, the brunette, holding her skirt above her ankles. They continued until she too caught on to the dance, only letting go of them when they turned. When they both understood, the man leaped, turned and released her, he grabbed the old man, and Sasha grabbed Jean; so she leaped and spun, grabbing Armin, then Connie, then Sasha, no, Eren? She was no longer aware of where her body ended and another began, whether it was her heart or the pounding of drum, she swung and switched from what was now an endless sea of limbs, the dance turned into more bottles being passed, conversations being had, arm wrestling matches; and the occasional sound of broken glass.