Horrifically Wounded, Strikingly Gorgeous & Deadly [ErenXMikasa] [Eremika]

X: A Devilishly Evil Queen

[Eren]

"If you tell anyone about what happened I will rip your teeth out with eyebrow tweezers. And don't tell anyone I smoke either." Mikasa's grumpy voice says, and I nod my head. The black-haired beauty scowls back at me as she sighs, her arms folded against her chest as she leans against the door frame.
Why is she so stunning?
I nod my head in agreement to what she said, slightly confused as to why she doesn't want me telling anyone. Don't her friends know? Wouldn't her brother?
"Well. I'm going. Go home." She says, shutting the door as I take a step back from the doorstep.
"Goodnight." I say, directing my voice at the small crack between the slightly open door and lock. I see a single grey eye blink at me through the crack, before a small 'slam!' cuts the conversation short. I sigh, walking back into the direction of my house and toward my idiot fathers company.

[Mikasa]

I stand behind the front door, my hand sliding against the soft oaken surface as I recall his face to mind; why the hell did he want to know if I was okay? Why does he even care? We don't even like each other. I scoff.

"Idiot."
"Who're you callin' an idiot?" I hear a cocky voice say, and I spin around, my piercing grey eyes meeting a pair of dull grey ones.
"Not you. Whaddya want?"
"I didn't know you had to do a project with the kid." Levi says, smirking as he leans against the door frame of the kitchen. I crease my eyebrows in frustration.
"So what?"
"It's just funny. Y'know, you hate him, he hates you... Ironic, really." Levi says in a monotone voice, although it's obvious he's enjoying every minute of it. I look at him angrily.
"That's not my fault!" I say angrily, playing along with whatever is going on. I know that he and I aren't actually doing a project together, but what else could I do to cover up the real reason he was here other than... That? I cringe.
"Didn't say it was."
"Don't you dare speak a word of this to anyone!" I threaten, pointing a sharp nail his way. Levi chuckles, folding his arms over his chest.
"Whatever." He scoffs.
"Anyway, what do you want for dinner?" He asks, walking back into the kitchen as I hear his voice get further and further away. I shrug, even though he can't damn-well see me.
"I dunno, you decide. It's your turn tonight anyway." I say, stomping back upstairs and up to my room, slamming the door. I don't give Levi a chance to reply, I just plop my self on my bed and continue surfing my very boring internet.

[Eren]

I yawn, stretching my arms back far as my eyes shut tightly, blocking the morning sun. Today is Tuesday. I think. Shaking my head, I jump off my bed, slamming my hand down on my alarm as I waltz over to the door of my bedroom and into the very crappy hallway, down the hall and into the bathroom, where my morning shower awaits.
Stripping off my bed clothes, I jump into the glass box-like thingy and start the water, the heat rinsing away the sweat and grime from yesterdays activities. After a brisk five minute shower, I once again change myself into a pair of slightly washed out black skinny jeans and loosely fitting sweater, which is an icky burgundy-beige color. Raking my hands through my chocolate brown hair, I decide I look decent enough and throw on my rip-off black converse and head downstairs for breakfast. Munching on a
half-filled bowl of cornflakes, I begin to think about what happened after detention yesterday; Mikasa looked genuinely scared, like she knew how bad it would be if something like... That happened. Not that I was y'know, observing everything she did. What am I gonna do? Her brother's going to catch on that I'm not arriving at her house anymore, and probably find out that we aren't doing a project together. That might get Mikasa in the shit, right? I sigh. I'll figure it out later. Standing up in silence and dumping my dirty dishes in the sink, I quickly jog up the creaky stairs and toward my half-full bedroom, grab my bag, my headphones, my keys and my phone, and then jump down to the first level. Ignoring my snoring father, - who lies passed out drunk as can be on the sofa - I exit the house and lock the front door, heading toward school.
It takes about five minutes to notice Mikasa walking on the other side of the street, and I can't help but stare. Her hair is braided in two - what do you call it? French braids- down either side of her face, framing her cheekbones even better than last night's pony tail. I try not to stare at her as I continue walking to school, although I can sense a small tension lingering in the air between both Mikasa and I, even if it is two meters wide.
The walk to school takes shorter than usual, and I find myself arriving at school a lot earlier than expected. I head to my locker and grab my needed books for the day, before heading outside the school and sitting underneath a tree. I might as well catch up on reading or sleep or homework or something.
It takes about another ten minutes before I see the two familiar raven-haired bullies of the school the make their entrance, and it seems almost as if they own the school. Of the few kids that are already here, a majority of them stand aside to let them pass, and both the siblings act as if this is the norm for them, as if it's just a casual thing that happens for everyone. I find myself once again staring at the young teen's beautifully crafted hair style, and the simplicity of her outfit. I sigh; why the hell is she so cold? At this moment in time, she looks far too nice to be the rock hard, cold-sighted, heartless school bully that she actually is. Seeing her laugh at something her brother said or smile at one of her own comments makes her look so much nicer. I decide to drop the matter and continue on with whatever I was doing beforehand.

-•0•-

I stare at Mikasa, who continues to look down at her phone as she leans back in her chair. Her nonchalance is outstanding, I must say. I watch as her delicate fingers swipe the touch screen of her phone in mere split-seconds, and I can't hope but once again scan her body up and down. Her hair - which now reaches mid-chest due to the braiding - sits perfectly against her body, and her makeup is slightly darker than usual. The black scarf she wears around her neck continues to hang around her like a bad smell, and I can't help but wonder what's so great about wearing a scarf that's so tattered and all. This time, though, she wears a deep burgundy sweater-like shirt, that has tight sleeves that cut off just below the elbow and hugs her figure tighter than my gran hugs me. Her black jeans she wears give a soft velvet touch, but also gives her that slightly edgy look that neither the scarf nor shirt did. On her feet she wears a pair of boots - probably Doc Martins - that are a similar color to her sweater, each with two different colored laces, one red and the other, black. She wears several thick bracelets on her arms, so many that they almost go all the way up her lower arm. Sometimes I wonder why she has to wear so many bracelets - she's beautiful without them.
Sooner or later, though, Mikasa must notice me staring at her, and turns her head to look at me. This reminds me almost of the first day I came here - the first day we met.
"Yes?" She asks, a hostile tone present in her voice. I sit back.
"I-I w-was j-just... I-I d-don't kn-know. Sorry." Mikasa shakes her head, returning back to her phone, although this time, she leaves one headphone out. After the teacher has taken the role and everyone has struck conversation elsewhere, I slightly turn my gaze to Mikasa, who not once looks up from her phone.
"Is there something I can help you with?" She snaps. If I weren't used to her brash attitude I'd probably be taken aback by how bitchy that comment sounded, but this is Mikasa Ackerman - and according to my 'extremely reliable sources,' she's the biggest bitch out there.
"I-I was just wondering... Did you brother ask about.. Y-know, what happened yesterday?" I say, turning my gaze to face the front and minimizing my lip movement. I swear, if anyone caught me talking to Mikasa they'd get the wrong idea, and I really don't want to get on anyone's bad side, especially not Miss Palm Top Tiger wannabe over here.
A sigh. '
"Yeah. He made fun of me for 'doing a project with you'." She says, her voice monotone. She doesn't seemed impressed with the situation, but then again neither would I if I was stuck where she was.
"So... What now? Your brother thinks we're doing a project together... Do you think he'll notice if I suddenly stop visiting?"
"No shit Sherlock, ding-ding-ding! You got one right, idiot!" She taunts, and I crease my eyebrows in anger. I wonder how suspicious we look. Huh.
"Look, just come round to my house a couple times a week for the next like, two weeks and that's it. It'll be fine after that, got it?" She says, and I can tell that the only reason she's doing this is so that her brother doesn't find the truth about yesterday's events. I sigh.
"What makes you think I've got time for that?"
"I'll make you have time for it, bright eyes." My hand flies up to the eye I usually cover, and sigh in relief when I realize that my hair still covers it. It'd be a disaster if it weren't covered. Suddenly, a loud, shrill sound emits throughout the classrooms and halls, and students screech their chairs against the floor and scuffle their feet against the floor to leave the prison cells they were forced to sit in. I'm about to leave, until I feel a presence unnecessarily close to me. I stay still. Mikasa leans in.
"You will help me. You don't have a choice. If you don't, I'll make sure you won't be alive to 'help' anyone else again, got it?" She whispers, and I nod once.
"Good. Remember what I said yesterday, New Kid. Not. A. Word. You hear me?" She says as she gets up and walks away.

I sigh. Once again I am left wondering; what and who is this devilishly evil girl called Mikasa Ackerman?

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