Animal in Disguise

Scum

Black hair that was silky as Egyptian Cotton and shiny as polished silverware danced along with the wind. Red cotton, worn but still clearly cared for, chased the breeze as it passed by and soon fell limp once the wind stopped. A sudden quiet filled the sky and pierced a pair of ears, the silence seemed almost deafening. Smooth and strong hands clenched around the red material, bringing it up as she inhaled deeply and closed eyes in attempt to make everything go away and jumped up to a fighting stance on instinct as soon as her ears were penetrated by the sound of footsteps coming towards her.

"You know, crying won't help solve anything," he said, a piercing gaze locked on her stained glass eyes. The tears that flooded her face gave her orbs that beautiful porcelain look and the moon shined on them smoothly, caressing them gently and careful as if not to break them with its invisible gentle hands. He stepped forward silently, his boots barley touching the cold moonlit floor, and ignored her silent response.

"Ackerman, don't tell me you're sobbing over that stubborn brat," he said, a muted chuckle hidden between his words. Mikasa clenched her hands around the red wool and hissed at her superior, looking at his short figure with nothing but hatred and refusing to speak. His hands were now in his pockets and he looked up at the star filled sky, "you know, it's rude not to answer your superiors when they ask you something."

Mikasa hissed at his words, "I'm sorry, sir. It wasn't in my intention to be rude." Levi chuckled, leaning on the stone wall, and blew out a cloud of dark smoke before putting a cigarette to his lips and sucking in its toxins.

"You're cute, Ackerman, but I don't see your reasoning in wasting your strength on such a pathetic piece of-" a low grunt broke through the air as Levi caught the angry girls' foot in his hand mere centimeters away from the side of his face. Mikasas  face was a mixture of anger, hate, and sadness, "don't you dare talk about Eren in that manner. You don't know him like I do," she growled, refusing to move her foot a single inch and instead pressing onto his stone hard hand. His grip tightened around her ankle and the rubber sole of her boot barely brushed against his ear when he pulled his upper body, a loud gasp and an angered growl erupted from Mikasas throat as Levi twisted her leg so that her entire body was facing the opposite direction with her back facing Levi. He held tightly onto her ankle while moving the rest of his body to her back, using her position as a height advantage when he was able to speak into her ear with no problem, "the sole of your shoe is covered in shit," he spat onto the side of her cheek, the scent of tobacco and something else filled her nostrils.

Mikasa turned her head the other way, "you smell of sex," she spat back, "been fucking the Commander again, I see," she spoke harshly, "sir." Levi chuckled behind her, something that irritated her more than anything sue could ever think of, "do I hear jealousy coming from your tone? I sense it, but don't worry, Ackerman," he grit his teeth together and ignored the voice inside of him that told him to stop before he even started. Mikasa squirmed to escape his grip, refusing to give up as he put his left foot tightly next to hers and twisted her right foot backwards around his small waist, holding it tightly so that she'd have no way of escaping. She growled at him to let her go, her hands clenched into a tight fist and ready to attack.  He used his free hand to grab her free ones and held them to her back harshly before pushing his hips to hers roughly, "I could give you some, too, if you want," the man said into her ear, using his tongue to lick the shell of her ear as she turned her head even further from his reach.

"You disgust me," she spat. She gasped and her eyes grew wide when she realized thar Eren could walk up there at any moment and her mind wandered over to what Eren would think if he found them like this, leaving her to struggle harder to free herself from the man's grasp. What would he think of her then? She didn't want him to think of her as a whore who had gone around fucking the Captain as they had known others who had done so in the past, the present, and most likely the future, too.