A prisoner and Paper Planes (Sick ReaderxRivaille)

You looked outside your bedroom window, how humanity has risen so far impressed you greatly.Yet how they abused freedom, disgusted you. You felt as though the brave sacrifices of the soldiers long ago had been taken for granted as the rich squander their wealth, the poor still living among the crowd.

Your eyes wandered down to the people in the corner of a dark alley, the way they smoked, drank, and even flirted disgusted you. You clenched your hands into fists. You looked at your current state, weak and fragile. Your mother treated you nicely, your father treated you like a doll made of porcelain.

They have what I don't...yet they don't even care what happens to their bodies...This world...is it even worth protecting?

A faint knock on the door told you to calm down and once again put back the innocent and calm facade.

Your mom peered inside, a bowl of oatmeal and bananas placed neatly on a plate. You smiled at her as she placed it on your bedside table, greeting you 'Good Morning' cheerfully like she always did.

In a world full of lies...What better way to live than to lie yourself?

"So...how was your sleep?" She asked, carefully slicing the banana into pieces. You mumbled a quick thank you as she placed the food on your breakfast on bed table.

"It was fine, thanks for asking mom." You shot her a fake smile, you doubted she'd find that out though, that smile took you years and years to practice.

"Then, I'll go and prepare your bath." She smiled at you, placing a hand to her cheek before leaving the room. Your smile dropped instantly, looking down at the people once more as you took a spoonful of oatmeal into your mouth.

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Splash! 

You contentedly soaked yourself in the bath, as your mother scrubbed your back carefully. Your thoughts drifted off to your father.

That's right...Dad's going to bring me over to his job today...said he wanted to tell me something...but...is there actually a need to go and meet at the prison he works at? Papa Erwin knows what I feel about those kind of people...but...why? 

You're mother finished cleaning your back and moved on to your hair, the gentle massage on your scalp calmed you down a bit.

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You waited for your dad in your room.Your long white dress flowed freely, as you swayed slightly side to side, playing with your skirts while you waited.

The doorbell soon rang, knowing just who it was, you made a grab for your white straw hat, something that matched your dress perfectly. You practiced a fake smile for your father before carefully going downstairs. A hand holding down your hat.

"Good Morning...Dad." You revealed that fake smile that you practiced, a bit doubtful that he'd fall for that old trick again. You looked into your father's blue eyes, regretting that you ever did so.You heard him sigh as you glared down at your feet as you approached him. A hand gently patted your head. You looked up at him, his blonde hair and blue eyes looking at you in a caring manner, his brows scrunched up slightly.

Erwin Smith...My dad...He's one of the best soldiers there is...but I suppose in the latter years...more and more soldiers would be needed, as humanity's craving for power grow still.

"Shall we go?" He offered you a hand, the hand that kept you strong within the years, the hand that had understood you more than anyone else could. You nodded slightly, gripping the hand tightly, as though thinking that if you did so, maybe part of his strength would rub out on you.