The Assassin (Shingeki no Kyojin/ Attack on Titan)

Non-Plot 6: Drop Kick

This is awful. I'm not a writer, so I've never really known the full extent of writers' block. But now I just want to curl up in a ball and sob. This chapter and the next are connected because I just can't even anymore with this. So yeah, this chapter sucks and you don't have to read it.

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"WHAT IS IT, EREN!!!??"

Everyone in the dining hall nearly had a heart attack as Jean suddenly jumped from the rusty old chandelier, his two feet colliding with Eren's shoulder, sending him crashing into the floorboards.

"YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT, YA WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH!!!!!!" Eren shouted at the top of his voice while Jean laughed triumphantly.

"Seriously, guys?" Sasha said. Normally, she would have been laughing along and encouraging the guys' drop kick war. But it was getting old.

"You've been going at this for nearly a week. Give it a rest." Mikasa spoke on behalf of all the soldiers whose lives were hindered by this silly feud. Armin's bedframe has been snapped in half. Connie has sustained a concussion. Mikasa's training regimens have been disrupted. Hanji's desk has a gaping hole in its surface.

I, for one, chose to ignore the two buffoons and their pointless drop kick battle. Until that fateful morning when I had went into our room to grab my maneuver gear and I found those two idiots' butts lodged in the trunk that held all of my belongings.

Silently, I marched over to them.

"Ooohh, you're gonna get it," Sasha said from the doorway.

"You think she'll drop kick both of 'em into the next millenium?" Connie asked her.

I grabbed Eren and Jean by their hair, ignoring their red faces pleas for forgiveness, and I swung both of them out of my trunk and as a result, their faces slammed into Mikasa's bed. Kneeling down to check the damage of my belongings, I hoped for the best...

... and was sorely disappointed.

"You..." I whispered, trembling with anger as I gripped the first sword I had ever possessed and lifted it out of the trunk, "This sword..."

"Georgie, we're so s--"

"-- holds a lot of sentimental value to me." Its ornate and pristine hilt was shattered. As was my soul, at that point. "And you broke it."

"W-we'll fix it," Eren offered, "Just don't... Don't be angry."

In what world did HE, of all people, have the right to tell me to not be angry? I had every right to be furious at the both of them.

"I'm not angry," I lied, setting my sword down on my bed. 

"That's a relief, I thought you were gonna kill u--"

"I'm done." In that instant I had the most glorious idea to teach these idiots a lesson. I took off my jacket and began to unbuckle my body harness and slid it off my shoulders and then proceeding to undo the buckles around my legs.

"What do you mean 'done'?" Jean said with concern.

"I'm leaving," I answered, closing the lid on my trunk and lifting it up by its handle.

"Huh!?" 

"Obviously, you don't have any respect for me or your friends," I gestured at Mikasa, Armin, and Connie. "We've asked you two to cut it out several times, but your lack of consideration for other people's lives and belongings is clear. Now, they're able to put up with that, but I'm not. Understand?"

Armin interjected, "Wait, Georgie, I get that you're upset about your sword, but it was just an accident, you don't have to do anything too rash!"

Out of Jean and Eren's view, I locked eyes with Armin and quickly ran my tongue across my upper lip. It was signal that we had devised in order to communicate to each other if either of us was bluffing.

"O-or, you know, if this is your decision then, please, let me help you carry that," Armin hurriedly grabbed the other side of the trunk and we carried it toward the door, "And when we're done, you'll me pack too, right?"

"Armin!" Eren exclaimed.

"If that's what you really want," I replied. 

Mikasa caught on to my scheme quickly. She grabbed her trunk and started dragging it out of the room as well, "I'm out."

"Wait, Mikasa, you can't be serious!" Jean said.

"When am I ever not serious?" 

"Alright guys, stop screwing with us!" Eren yelled, "We get it, and we're sorry! Just get it over with and beat us to death or something!"

The room was silent for a little while. 

Until Corporal Levi sprung from out of nowhere, drop kicking Eren into floor once again. "I'll take it from here, Baringer."

"Hey, Corporal," Eren groaned, "I see you're back from your trip to Stohess."

"Indeed I am," Levi placed his foot on Eren's head, grabbed Jean by the collar of his shirt and slammed into the ground next to Eren.

"Did ya have a nice time, Corporal?" Jean coughed.

"Not at all. Then I heard you two were drop kicking and disrupting the peace of this fine establishment. And I'm also pissed that I didn't get to see you beat the crap out of each other like the two idiots that you are." Levi went onto list their punishments, most of them having to do with cleaning. "And if I catch you slacking off even once..."

"Yes, Corporal."