You file into the taxi, ignoring excited squeals and nudges from Armin and Eren.
"MY NEW OTP RIGHT THERE!" Eren exclaims.
"YEAH ALL THE WAY!" Armin agrees.
They both awkwardly high five in the crammed taxi. You mentally face-palm.
"Guys, please stop. Leave (first name) alone, it's no big deal. People get into relationships all the time." Mikasa attempts to calm the two down.
Upon hearing that line, you want to punch Mikasa and hug her tightly at the same time. You and Levi aren't in a relationship! (Well, not yet....)
"Thanks Mikasa." You've managed to say.
"No problem." She shoots Eren and Armin a death glare.
"I'm sorry, (first name)." They apologize in unison.
"It's okay."
The taxi makes its way through the concrete jungle now lit up by a constellation of lights, all the way to "Wall Maria Hotel"-a towering brick building. You tiredly slump out of the taxi and saunter into the building with porters sporting vibrant red busily whizzing by you like brightly colored hummingbirds. Mikasa, Armin and Eren all follow behind you, filing in through the front doors, shoes meeting soft, lush carpet. You all return to your separate rooms all exhausted at this point. You collapse onto the soft, white sheets of the bed, not bothering to change. You slowly close your heavy eyelids and fall into a deep slumber (or so you think).
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Levi returns to his own penthouse (which is now a mess in his eyes). His living space might look pristine to anyone else, but Levi's standards of "clean" is much more...prohibitive. He has tried hiring a maid before, but no one can clean like him, no one. He takes the term "spotless" literally. Eyeing the (almost) microscopic specks of dust on his (otherwise) unsullied, white carpet, he stifles a heavy sigh and trudges over to his rather narrow supply wardrobe. The sleek, black doors automatically open with a lazy wave of his hand, presenting an impressive collection of cleaning supplies before him. Of course, the supplies are organized and ordered by type, cleaning power and even by brand. He pulls out a "Dyson" vacuum cleaner, switches it on and begins sucking up the annoyingly minuscule flecks of dust.
The letters "OCD" floats above his head, glowing a bright neon green-it's a fact. He is the definition of Obsessive, Compulsive, Disorder. Heck, he should be the logo for Mr. Clean. Levi inwardly smirks at the thought and continues on with his nightly cleaning rituals.
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An oddly familiar voice both strong and sweet pulls you out of sleep. Rubbing your sore eyes, you sit up, slip out of your dress and slip on a (favorite color) t-shirt and sweatpants. Not caring about your general appearance, you tip-toe down the soft, carpeted hall following the voice. It sounded a lot like Annie's (perhaps it is her voice). You turn a corner and stop at a door at the end of the hall. The voice is louder now, and you can hear another, more commanding speaker talking.
"Annie, LOUDER, MORE POWER!"
"Come on, HIT THAT NOTE!"
"RE-DO THAT RIFF!"
The voice coaches on and on. As more time passed, Annie's voice became more strained and...exhausted.
"YOU'RE DONE FOR NOW, ANNIE! Go take a break, your voice isn't going to sound any better if you continue. You can go out or whatever, but keep in mind, you have some serious competition!"
Annie practically storms out the door.
"Hey Annie-" You call out, but she stomps right by you.
You quickly catch up to her.
"Hey Annie, where are you heading?" You ask.
She heaves a sigh and rolls her eyes.
"Anywhere away from my room obviously."
"Away from your mother?" You quickly clamp your hand over your mouth.
"Why did I even say that out loud..." You regretfully ponder.
"Yeah, it's okay." She notices your expression (adjectives fail me).
"My mom has always been a tiger parent, even when my dad was still around..." Her frigid voice trails off into a line of awkwardly cold frost.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." You mutter.
"My mum didn't fully understand his final wishes. He wanted me to pursue my dream of singing and one day become who I want to be. But mum saw this as a must. She thought he wanted me to be famous, but instead, he just wanted me to pursue my dream."
"You should talk to her, get her to know your father's real wishes." You suggest.
"No. She'd turn my passions into a chore. There was a time when I wanted to head down this path, but now, I have no dream, no idea of what I want to do with my life."
"Then ask her to give you some time for you to decide and sort out your life."
"I...can't. By doing what she pleases, I can make up for what I have done." Annie's cold expression turns into one of melancholy.
"That's enough talking. I should head downstairs." Annie brushes past you, and quickly heads for the staircase, not wanting to open up to you anymore.
"What had she done to her mother. Was it really that bad?" You wonder.
You're left standing in the hallway, puzzled, yet curious. Shaking off any lingering thoughts, you head back to your room.
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After hours of cleaning his penthouse to near perfection, Levi tiredly slumps towards his closet. The doors automatically swishes open at his very presence. He surveys the orderly line of near-identical outfits, searching for his bedclothes, muttering something along the lines of, why did I even decide to rearrange the closet. One familiar jacket catches his eye, as he slowly pulls it out. It's a dark green bulletproof military jacket with the "Wings of Freedom" design plastered at the back. Gazing wistfully at it, he slowly places it back. The jacket stirs up some painful memories that he'd rather not say aloud.
"These days are long over now...They've been disbanded, all deaths have been avenged, I should put it all behind me..." He mumbles to himself over and over.
A thought crosses his mind, as he blindly rushes over to his desk. Pulling out some old case folders from his drawers, he pulls out a list of "The Titans" members. Skimming through the list of names and faces, he finds one id in particular-a petite, blond girl who struck a very close resemblance to Annie. It must be her.
"So that's it! That's why she looked so familiar!"
According to the list, she left the gang a long time ago, but that still doesn't make her any less of a threat.
"I need to keep an eye on her."
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Whoop! I finished another chapter in....forever. I just didn't know how to continue the story. (I just realized that the characters in this fic are a bit, OOC, sorry >< ).
There's more to look forward to, if you even bothered to read all of the fic XD.
-Vic_kky
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