𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟑

III. MIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS.

A drop, then two, and finally three came to rest on Mikasa's cheek. Yet it was not rain, but rather sour tears. Tears that spilled from her eyes, only to come crashing down further, onto her hands.

Her dream had not been unfortunate; quite the contrary actually, it had been beautiful, magnificent and bewitching.

The moon of a white colour, softer than water, was watching her from above, staring at her from so far up. The star sent her a little light from all of its reflections, just enough for her to avoid the darkness she didn't like.

The sky was clear, leaving only a few clouds to try to camouflage the sky of a bluish black.

The birdsongs had ceased since she had closed her gentle eyes, giving way to a majestic silence. Only the wind dared with its strong voice to break it.

The half asian stood up, causing a few twigs to perish under her deep brown boots, beside which the grass bent.

The fact no one had woken her up validated her suspicion, that, during that particular day, nothing had happened. If training had taken place, she had no doubt someone would've woken up humanity's second strongest soldier.

Her steps were slow and weary, reflecting her non-existent desire to enter the old building. Mikasa wanted to take as much time as possible, especially since having had a long sleep, she wasn't planning on going back to the dream realm anytime soon.

Suddenly, she thought she saw a small figure sitting in the dark from a distance. The humanoid form seemed almost motionless, except for a slight imperceptible shake.

The Ackerman, being infinitely more discreet than before, approached it with small steps. Keeping her distance, she decided to bypass the path being the most direct, just to avoid being spotted.

A few meters from the person, Mikasa was hidden, back against the bark of a tree, ready to turn around. She just wanted to take a simple look, just to know who was coming to be cheered on by the light of darkness, just like her.

The black-haired woman therefore made the planned movement, her head slightly protruding from the twisted tree. The vision she saw took her breath away, leaving her speechless.

Her grey eyes, glassy and letting a hurricane of black pass by, widened in surprise.

« Impossible, » she told herself, unable to believe her eyes. « It can't really be that pretentious shorty! »

Yet, in front of her was in fact, even smaller than usual, the Corporal himself, as if gripped by worries. His gaze into the distance, staring at nothing in particular, became distant.

« Is he in mourning? » She mused, her eyes narrowed, unable to help but relate recent events to this particular vision.

« How long are you going to admire me, brat? » The man's familiar voice broke the silence like a thunderclap.

Mikasa, even more shocked than she already was before, couldn't help but freeze in her entirety. Levi hadn't even looked at her, hadn't turned around.

She wondered how he had managed to find her. Thus, losing herself in the possibilities, she abandoned her spying post to come and sit alongside her superior.

« Sorry Captain, I just didn't expect to see you, » she tried to explain.

« And I didn't expect to see your filthy head sticking out when I came in being sure everyone was in bed, » Levi sighed, telling himself he must have missed her.