Troublesome

Part 1

A/N: Hello everyone! Long time no read right? I don't think I've ever really done much on here besides my Sherlock fanfic that I'm not very likely to continue with (sorry :( ), but I thought I'd take the chance to spruce up my Wattpad with this little thing that I have been hoarding on my laptop for sometime now. It was originally meant to be a gift to a friend as well, and there's supposed to be a second part, but I just can't find enough inspiration/time/unlaziness to write it. So maybe, if I hear some positive feedback from some blessed readers who are actually genuinely interested, I might actually continue this. So if you like it, please let me know. It means a lot! Now I'll stop whining and shut up and let you read! Hope you enjoy!

It was like any other day in the survey corps. The sun was shining,the sky was a stunning clear blue, the birds were chirping away in their spring nests, and you were undoubtedly miserable. You of course, weren't miserable because of the beautiful weather, but for a great deal of other reasons. The most obvious reason was that you were stuck with stable duties again. The smell of musty hay and the even more poignant smell of horse feces was never your favorite scent, nor were you excellent at cleaning up the stuff. Your group leader knew it too.

Every time you paused to allow yourself a moment of disdain and a breath of fresh air, he would start to yell " Soldier _________, Get off your ass and get back to work before I report you! "

And every time you would stand up in obedience and head back to work. However, as soon as the group leader turned his back to yell at another poor, tired soul, you made idiotic faces towards him that made your fellow soldiers giggle and snort. Their laughter only made you all the more angry. Finally one day you snapped.

"You know what? I'm sick and tired of this place! We work our asses off day after day , but do we get any credit? NO! They make our daily life inside the walls so miserable, that when finally out there doing our real job, we're all practically begging for titans to come and kill us!"

"Oh really, soldier?" Your leader asked sarcastically. "You're so miserable, you'd throw yourself at the first titan you'd see outside these walls? Just so you don't have to scrape horse shit off the floor for another moment of your life, you'd let a titan rip off your skin with his front teeth, crush your bones with his back teeth, and then be swallowed in one big gulp, like how a bird eats a worm?"

Well when your team leader put it like that, maybe the idea wasn't as great as you initially though it to be, but the skinny little lark of a man had a mysterious way of getting under your skin. He had one of those faces people would become innately peeved with. By this point, you were so far beyond peeved-you were furious really- that you couldn't admit that maybe dying at hands of a titan was a much worse fate than your hellish chores. You defiantly retorted, " That's right, I'd let a titan do that and a little more just to get away from this place! Maybe then I would get a little more action because sitting around doing junk like this is just as good as dying!"

A dead silence fell over the stables as your leader stared at you with a mixture of rage, and what seemed to be confusion.

Finally in an ice cold voice he commanded " To the corporal's office soldier; I'm sure he would love to hear your sentiments on the worthlessness of life here at the Survery Corps.

"Fine." You replied through clenched teeth. Fuming, you tossed down your pitchfork and began to make your way to the particular office you had become somewhat acquainted with because of other such "behavioral" problems.

Honestly, you were starting to feel like that rowdy child in elementary school that always has to go principal's office for acting out of line. It took all you had to walk away with dignity and an apathetic expression. However, you couldn't help but get somewhat nervous at thought of what your destination was.

Lance Corporal Levi was known to be a brooding, silent fury type of man. It seemed like he was constantly on the verge of exploding into a frightening show of pure unaugmented anger. Nearly everyone in the Survey Corps lived in a constant fear of setting him off, because no one had really ever seen him go off. In the pit of your stomach, you felt that today would be the day though, and you would be the blessed creature that his presumed rage would fall upon because this was not the first time that you were going to the corporal's office but fifth.

Yes, you read that correctly. This trip would be your fifth time to the corporal's office. The fifth time you would hear complaints about how disciplining "children" wasn't his job. The fifth time you'd receive an incredibly blunt lecture about how you were a "dumb kid that's needs to keep her mouth shut." The fifth time you would hear such creative threats such as " I'll have to bash your head into this desk about twenty-three times to knock some sense to into you," and "If ever see you in this office again for something stupid like this, I'll personally peel off every inch of your skin with a butter knife."

However, as much as you loved to hear such interesting speech, you didn't need like the possibility that the corporal might be a man of his word and just might fulfill those threats on a day like this, a day when you were visiting him for the fifth time. Maybe it was a good idea to take the long the way around to his office.

You ended up walking the extremely long way, in fact. Still, no amount of time could prepare you for the annihilating glare of Lance Corporal Levi. You arrived at the door flustered from your lengthy excursion and nervous anticipation. Your heart was pounding away in your chest. For some reason, you couldn't catch your breath either. You wanted to take a deep breath, but a semi-anxiety kept you froze in place.

Slowly you gathered enough strength to raise your fist to the door and as you were about to knock- " He's not in there, I'm afraid!"

You looked up to see a woman on the other end of the hall with her arms full of books, but still managing to balance a steaming teacup on a saucer. She was tall, with hair that looked like it had been thrown up in after thought. The immense glare in her glasses prevented you from noticing the rest of her features. This was undoubtedly Squad Leader Hange Zoe.

"He's not there," she restated, "I know because I just met him out doing his rounds near the stables. He seemed to be stressed so I was going to drop this by before I went to my own quarters."

The stables? You must have been pretty lucky to have left when you did and perhaps since he wasn't here, you could just sneak off and forget the whole thing- "I can unlock the door for you though; You don't look suspicious, and I'm sure he'll be back soon so you can just wait on him in there."

"No, that's okay, I hate to intrude," You started to protest. You really did hate to intrude.

"Nonsense, it's not intruding, it's just waiting, and if he says anything just say I'm the one who let you in."

You tried to protest more, but before you knew it, Hange had advanced to the door and was handing off the teacup to you to look for her keys. In seconds, the door was flying open to the pristine office you had a become uncomfortably familiar with.

"There you go!" Hange declared stepping away from the threshold. "Oh, and you can give him that tea too! That's his favorite so he can't stay angry for long if you've got that in your hands!"

"Thank you," you mumbled.

Hange, unaware of your formidable fate, replied with a cheery "You're welcome," before leaving you alone to face whatever consequence that would come.

Once alone, you took a deep, shaky breath. This was probably one of the most nerve-wrecking times of your life, if not the most. Your brain was struggling to function and instead of fighting or flying you simply were frozen in the doorway. Finally a thought entered your mind.

"Maybe I can just leave before he comes back." You thought. The solution was simple enough. Just walk out. Just move your legs fast enough so your superior wouldn't catch you yet again in his office. You could do this.

Filled with hope, you turned quickly to run for your freedom. You had one task, and that was simply to get away and you were so absorbed with this task that you didn't remember the piping teacup you held ,until it's contents were dumped onto the pristine white uniform of none other than Lance Corporal Levi.