Yours Truly, Levi

Jason and Levi

"Aye, you there!" A man's deep, husky voice, tainted by the accents of the residents from inner-wall-Sina, calls to you from behind the tall, sinewy tree. You glance around and tug nervously at your hair. You had to keep it really short to disguise yourself as a man, but you had no way to trim it again, so now it sticks out in various places, falling just to your ears and sticking out in the front. If you stole a comb from Ham, who had a thick, glossy beard he combed one hundred strokes every night before going to bed and used salt water, you could get it to lie flat and smooth, but usually it just stuck up like a little bush.

You scan the crowd of what you knew to be fourteen other men, assessing your new roommates. Having been unable to get a good idea of who was in your Clan before, you just now are able to get a sense of your new associates. The man who'd called to you stood about 5"9, burly, either bald or with short-buzzed hair. His chin juts out in two very manly lumps, displaying the nearly-grotesque cleft in his chin.

You shiver with nervousness, and a lump forms in your gut. Has he figured out your identity? Did, for some reason, he notice from under your ratty blanket that night, and seen that, unbound, you weren't just an unmanly man, but a girl in disguise? "Me?" you ask timidly.

"Yeh, you. Geddova heeya, lazy-ass kid, and halp us unload these here branches for 'da sheltah!"

You breathe a sigh of relief. I'm being stupid, you think. Nobody can know. You sleep far enough away from the men, and you're good enough at keeping your chest bound and your figure covered by baggy clothes.

Following the man who'd hollered, you begin to hoist the massive logs over your shoulders and heave-and-ho them with the other men. Everyone here worked equally, except the two Clan leaders: Jason Mariolo and Levi Ackerman. You watch them you pass by.

The one you've deduced is Jason stands maybe six feet tall, with blonde hair styled attractively, wide shoulders and arms that look like they had been carved from marble by a master sculptor. His legs are toned and tanned under his 3D-Maneuvering Gear straps, each of his ankles as wide as your thigh. He stands, arms folded, sternly overseeing the shelter's construction, muttering to his colleague. But as you watch, the one named Levi says something he clearly finds humorous. Jason laughs, and you catch a glimpse of the man underneath the gruff mask- playful, devilish gold eyes glittering out of good humor, the crooked but still charming grin on his tanned face that looked stolen from a neighborhood womanizer. You have to peel your eyes away from him to get a good look at the second.

Levi is shorter, maybe 5"3 or 5"4, and stands unassumingly next to his flamboyant counterpart. His dark hair is longer on top, split down the middle and layered, shaved closer around his neck. Even his neck is thin compared to Jason, and though Levi has clearly defined muscles as well, he seems almost scrawny next to Jason's massive figure. His eyes stay half-lowered, as if he is bored of the world around him, just waiting to be allowed to leave. His careless expression catches your eye, and you temporarily forget the log over your now aching shoulder and stare out of the corner of your eye.

I wonder what his problem is, you think to yourself bitterly. It's not like he's doing any work. But still, you breathe in deeply and concentrate on hauling the log to its destination by the building site, pushing the thought of the two Clan leaders from your mind... for now.