Blue and White - Levi Fanfiction

Ch. 93 - Betrayal of the Betrayed

Levi usually appreciated peace and quiet. He typically enjoyed the calm that came with the sounds of a forest. On many a day, with warm spring weather and soothing breezes, he and Amaya would ride into the forests well beyond their homes, with Emi in her lap or his, with the other holding a picnic basket.

They'd ride into the woods, and he'd watch her, riding gracefully and rocking easily to the rhythm of her horse, a serene sort of look on her face as she took her surroundings in. She had a way of appreciating things in a way he didn't. While he did like the forests, for as tranquil and quiet as they were, he would take it all in and little more.

But Amaya, she would let it show on her face. She would smile that pretty smile, and her skin would glow when dappled with sunlight, and her hair would shift in the breeze as though she herself commanded the wind and demanded it made her look as pretty as possible, and their daughter would look sprightly, and-

Dammit.

Lost in his thoughts again.

Anyway, the point is that he usually appreciated the peace and quiet.

But now, the sanctity of that peace and quiet had been ruined, and ruined by the worst possible person.

It'd be different if his wife and daughter were the ones making a racket, but they weren't. Instead, it was a stupid, blond, bespectacled, bearded bozo. One he hated with his entire being.

"-so that's how that went." A pause, finally. Then: "So, Levi." Oh, good. "How'd you two meet?"

"What are you going on about?"

"You and the missus. How'd you meet?"

"Tch. I'm not talking about that with you."

"Embarrassing story, then?"

"Hardly. You're just about the last person I want to talk to at all, let alone about that. You're hardly worth my time, let alone hers."

"It must be an embarrassing story if you're this adamant about it."

"You must want to lose your tongue again if you're talking this much."

"Touchy, touchy. I'll bet she's the one who asked you out, though."

"That is none of your business."

"Ah," Zeke said, even as Levi stood, brandishing a blade with the clear intent to rip his tongue out, "I must be right, then." Levi crossed the space between them, already lifting his blade high - he'd cut off Zeke's entire jaw. Maybe then he'd learn his- "She's a beautiful woman, you know."

What a stupid thing to say. As if he didn't know that already.

"It's good on you two to have had a kid already."

...

"It's not my kid," Levi lied, lowering his blade and hoping his skill hadn't worn off from when he was in the underground city.

"No? Certainly looks like you."

"My niece," Levi explained dryly. "Not sure how genetics work in Marley, but I tend to look like my family."

"Fair enough, I suppose," Zeke considered.

As silence wore on then, Levi got to thinking. It started off with anger directed towards Zeke, but it soon shifted to memories, cherished ones - ones he hadn't considered in a while.