The Trainee

Chapter six

Samson's POV

I decided to have dinner with the squad. It had been a while and I wanted to catch up with the others. About halfway through, Eren Jaeger slammed his tray down next to me.

"Samson. I must request assistance." A pair of bright turquoise eyes looked at me pleading.

"Whatever can I do for you dear cousin?" I let the title roll off my tongue. He makes a face but presses on.

"Tomorrow I have to show the trainees how to perform hand to hand combat and I need a partner."

"And you're asking me because?" He usually avoids my help at all costs.

"I want it to at least look like I have a chance." Eren admitted in a low voice. Armin leans over me.

"You do suck ass at fighting." He smiled injecting himself into the conversation.

"Armin! I thought you were my friend!" Eren looked betrayed.

Armin shrugged apologetically. "True friends tell you the truth."

And just as quickly as he butted in, Armin butted out. I look over at Eren who was still pleading. "I don't know Eren."

"Please!" He begged. "I wanna keep the pain in the family."

Wow! He used the F word. He really wants this. I give in and he crushes me in a hug. After my breathing returns to normal I notice a tall figure looming behind me.

"How was I supposed to know the wall wasn't gonna hold?" My favorite deep voice said.

"Bert." Came the second voice. "You donkey kicked it. It was like a hundred years old anyway."

"So what?!" Bert fired back. "Reiner, you ran into the thing like it stole your favorite shirt." I've stollen one of Reiner's shirts before. Not advisable.

"But I expected the wall to break." Bert Fubar can break my walls anytime, if you know what I mean. I leave my seat and grab the one on the other side of my affectionate target.

"Hey Reiner. Berty Bert. Whatcha fellas been up to?" I notice Bert break into a sweat. That sweaty sausage. I wouldn't mind tasting his swea- WAIT!!! Author, a word.

~with the author~
"Yes Samson?" The author turned in her chair to see me.

"What is your intended rating on this?" I need to know for the future.

She thinks about it for a minute. "Umm. I'd say pushing nsfw without it being nsfw."

"So about what I said about wanting to ta-"

"Yeah that's a no, no."

"You sure?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Not even a little."

"Sorry bud."

"Ok then." I sigh. "But if you decide to reconsider,"

"No Samson. And that is final."

I begin to protest but I get the death glare."That doesn't work on me. Do you not know my family?" She picks up an eraser and leans towards my name.

"Fine." I surrender.

"Lovely." She stayed putting her weapon down. "Is there anything else you wanna know?"

I thought about it. [insert picture of a lightbulb here]! "What is [f/n]'s deal?"

The author said nothing but smiled. "You'll find out soon enough. I have to get back to the story now. Will that be all?"