EREN: "Well, it took her a while, but Dr. Zoe managed to recover some fingerprints from the brick taken at the scene." Officer Smith told me. "And you're in luck: the fingerprints found on the brick just happened to match the ones on the pen. And the blood on the brick was also analyzed to find it matches Armin's blood."
"Thanks, Officer Smith." I said, my heart doing a flip.
"How'd you get into this mess, anyway?" The dapper blond man asked me.
"It's a long story," I admitted, "but Mikasa has always been a little...off. I never thought of reporting her because I was just a dumb, love-struck teenager."
"It's a shame she would attack Armin," a woman's voice said behind me. I turned and came face-to-face with a woman with short blond hair.
"I'm sorry, but how do you know Armin?" I asked.
"My husband Mike teaches art at Stohess University. He always says Armin is an exceptional student. I didn't meet him personally, but he drew me as a model for one of the classes a while back." She said. "I'm Nanaba Zacharius."
"I see, nice to meet you," I shook her hand. Something ran across my mind reminding me that Armin had said something about sketching nude models, and I suddenly realized Armin had seen this woman naked before. She was attractive enough at the surface, but at the thought of what was beneath the surface, I blushed immensely.
"Realized Armin's seen me naked, huh?" She smiled and laughed.
"Sorry ma'am," I mumbled.
"No need. Anyway, we'll bring Mikasa to justice. What do you want us to do next?" She asked.
"Well, we need to send the Dean of Students at Harvard a special letter..." I said.
I stood outside the building where Mikasa would have her life ruined, wiping my hands on my pants. Officer Zacharius stood next to me, watching amusedly.
"You know, you're a pretty clever kid." She said.
"You think so? I don't...this was just some elaborate scheme for revenge." I explained.
"Still, it takes guts to marry a murderer for the sake of love." Officer Zacharius mused.
"Love?" I questioned, wondering how she knew.
"Well why else would you get married in search of revenge?" She shrugged. "It's a stretch even for friendship."
"I do love him..." I admitted.
Inside that stuffy room, in front of the Dean of Students, Mikasa would be read an anonymous letter delivered by Officer Erwin Smith and forensic scientist Dr. Hanji Zoe telling the Dean of Mikasa's misdeeds. He would be presented with the audio and photographic files of Mikasa confessing her crime. If she claimed innocence, Officer Smith and Dr. Zoe would present the biological evidence, undeniable proof that she committed the crime. Mikasa would be expelled from Harvard, and put on trial. If found guilty, which she would be, she would be sentenced to prison.
The doors opened, and Officer Smith paraded a handcuffed Mikasa to the police car. She glared at me.
"Eren! You can prove me innocent, can't you?!" She insisted.
"I'm sorry Mikasa, but till death do us part. And consider this death." I showed her the marriage certificate, and ripped it in half in front of her eyes. "Oh, and this was never actually legal, so I won't have to file for divorce. See you in prison, love."
Mikasa shrieked out loud, but Officer Smith shoved her into the back of the car and slammed the door.
"Nice work, son. You have a pretty crafty mind; should we put you on file?" Officer Smith jested.
"No sir," I shook my head, "this is my last misdeed."
Suddenly my phone rang, and I picked up. "Hello? Oh hey, Connie. Yeah, Mikasa's detained--what?"
Connie's voice was tinny, but I could make it his words just fine: "Armin's awake."
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Cosplay Husband
FanficARMIN: This wanted poster had to be the stupidest idea ever. Now that Armin Arlert is in college, he left his high school friends behind. He doesn't know anyone at his new college and has a difficult time making friends. Before they went their separ...