The Assassin (Shingeki no Kyojin/ Attack on Titan)

Survey Corps

"You're late," was the first thing Bertholdt said upon mine and Jean's entrance into his cell dark, dank cell. He sat behind a wooden table, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyebrows pulled together in distaste.

"Yeah, by, like, a minute," Jean muttered under his breath. I wondered what history they had, whether they were friends or just teammates. Clearly Jean had some sort of vendetta against him.

I ignored Jean's comment and said to Bertholdt, "Sorry to keep you waiting. It won't happen again." Yes, because hopefully I won't need to do this again. I took my seat in front of him and we stared at each other for a moment. I couldn't really read him. He was partially a Titan after all, that would explain the unpredictable change in his behavior.

I finally spoke, "I recall one week ago, promising to save you and your friend. I won't be able to fulfill that promise without any of your cooperation."

"I asked you to save us in a moment of weakness," Bertholdt said casually leaned forward, his eyes dead-set on mine, "I think you're a really pretty girl."

"You sick son of a--"

"That's very flattering, Bertholdt," I say, cutting into Jean's remark. I had to try something else, "but I'm much more interested in what you think of Annie Leonhardt." It took some effort to keep myself from cringing at that girl's name.

"Armin already played that card," the boy said, "You'll have to do better."

He was right. I scanned my mind for events the took place since they arrived here. As far as I knew, when they were captured, they were seperated immediately. Reiner was placed in one side of the underground prison and Bertholdt in the other. There was no way they could've collaborated or formed a plan on how to act. 

Unless, of course, they had planned it out beforehand. And by beforehand, I meant before the attack on Shinganshina. If they were ever separated, they'd play it safe. It was definitely more probable than other questionable theories that I had, especially since we were not positive on the idea that they were being controlled by First Civilization beings. And the Apple's only function was to keep Titan forms at bay, so Bertholdt had to be acting on his own will. 

Think, Georgie, think... I tried to concentrate on finding strategies to use. He did say I was pretty. Maybe I could have used that. No, that's ridiculous. And other thought popped into my head, not in front of Jean. 

Bertholdt yawned, "You're really bad at this aren't you?"

"What is your deal, man?" Jean said from the front corner of ther room where he was leaning against the wall.

"None of your business, Kirschtein! Jeez, stay out of it."

"You can't tell me what to do, Fubar!"

Fubar?

A laugh escaped my lips.

I had almost completely forgotten that this kid's last name was Fubar. 

I erupted in a fit of giggles that took both boys in the room by surprise. It was so unprofessional and completely immature but I kept laughing even when my sides began to hurt, "Your last name is Fubar," I said between laughs, "That's... so... rich!" I almost fell out of my seat.

"What are you talking about!?" Bertholdt said defensively but I couldn't answer him without bursting out in even more laughter.

After a minute of straight-up guffawing, I finally calmed myself down but I couldn't help but grin as I managed to say, "I guess it's kind of fitting, because ya FUBARed pretty much all of Shinganshina."