Levi Ackerman Lemon/mature, Requested by AwkwardDuckling_97. Complete.Complete.

As Clean As It Gets.

Warning: Don't read this if you aren't old enough! like under 16! All the warning I'm giving but you can still read it anyway if your into this that young, not gonna judge!

It was a hard place to live in, more people than beds. People got so angry that there would be yelling around the clock. The work wasn't easy, often due to people being drunk and things being left to get out of hand.

For instance, more people threw up on the floor than in the toilet or buckets and no one who could do something about it even batted an eyelid at it because it wasn't them cleaning it up. If you looked at it one way, that was the worst of it really. Cleaning it up was easy because people avoided it and that meant no one got in the way unlike everything else that had to be done.

A pub inn wasn't where she had imagined working, let alone living. If she had a better job, or got paid more or even just had someone to turn to she would have never have turned to this option, but things never went the way you wanted them to.

She was lucky she got food and around here there were a few people who didn't even get that. These people didn't care, so long as you worked.

Who were they to do this to people like her? Take in the people who had lost everything and expect them to work for nothing but food and a shared bed? Wasn't there a law against that?

If she ever found out, if there was, then by god that would be the end of these low lives who worked her like a dog.

"Nami. Nami, where are you? Get over here! There's a spilt drink! I'm not paying you to do fuck all!" The same ignorant hard and spitful voice that belonged to the person she'd been thinking about reached up over the talk and yells of the people getting drunk.

There were a few things wrong with what he'd said. One, she was busy doing the last thing he'd told her to do and two, he didn't pay her. Not unless food and a bed that could break a rock's back counted as a wage.

Unable to do anything about it she made her way over to it.

People had begun to walk through it, spreading the drink more because they didn't care that someone had to clean it! Most of them were pigs anyway, walking in shit would have been the same to them.

It took a fair while to do, because people knocked her and told her to move all the time. One guy even yelled at her because he got beer on his boots, despite the fact it was clear she was cleaning it up and he should have avoided it.

What was she meant to do? Pull a plug and let the floor drain? If she could have done that, she would have let all the people go down it as well.

There were few people left alive she liked, fewer she trusted and only one she'd ever go as far as to say she'd put her life in their hands. The sad part being she hardly even knew him, but they talked and he was held in high regards by many, even people who hadn't met him.

If they all opened their eyes they'd see he was around people alot more than they thought he was. They never even knew he was in the room most of the time. At least, here anyway. In another place she doubted he would keep himself away fro much.

After the beer was cleaned up, a miracle happened out of the blue. She got a break.

Ten minutes was short but in this place it was heaven. No yells, no orders, no worries. Just a drink of cool water and a sit down.

The window seat was always empty if not for him. That was probably why he sat there all the time. She didn't care though, that meant no one would have a go at her for talking to him. Nobody noticed him slip in and out all the time, but she did.