Sorry, Corporal (Levi x Reader)

Chapter 2

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Your thoughts are clouded and you can't think straight as you walk outside and instantly feel the cool, fresh air hit your face, relaxing you a little. You sigh, pulling your black hoody over your white t-shirt and yanking up your hood quickly, protecting you from the cold. You swiftly walk to the edge of the Underground, not seeing anyone on the way. Sitting down at the entrance/exit (whichever you want to call it), you lean your head back against the cold, cobbled wall and close your eyes as your (h/l), (h/c) hair falls over your face, reminiscing about training Riley, raising him as if he was your own.

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You sigh, straddling Riley's waist, pinning his hands above his head. "Come on, I thought you'd put up a bit more of a fight?" He just rolls his eyes, pushing you off. "Riley, you're not gonna get anywhere if you don't train harder. I'm not trying to make this hard, but it's not easy, and unless you really put some effort into it and pay attention to the techniques and stuff, you're not gon-" You spin 'round and grab Riley's fist, centimeters from your face, and twist his arm, kneeing him in the back and throwing him to the ground. "Seriously?" He just looks at you and rolls his eyes again as you scoff, starting to walk back into the ruined house.

"Wait.." You turn slowly to face your little brother, feeling quite tired.

"I.. I'm sorry. I just.. I don't know if I want to join the Survey Corps, and until I know what I want to do with my life, I don't want to do pointless training when it might be for nothing." Riley looks at you with his (e/c) orbs, reminding you of your own. You sigh.

"Riley.. I'm not training you ready for you to join the Survey Corps, or The Garrison, or the Military Police. I'm training you so that you'll survive when I'm gone.. You need to be able to fight, to protect yourself, because you know the kind of scumbags that live down here in the slums. And you're gonna need to learn how to use 3D Maneuver Gear, for when you steal food and all that shit." He looks at you, a look of sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry if I'm pushing you too hard, but I don't want to lose you.. You're all I have left." And with that said, you go inside and jump onto your bed, pulling out a crumpled note. You start re-reading it; It was the letter from your mother.

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"I'm sorry lil' bro..." You mutter under your breath, opening your eyes and looking around. "Time to head back I guess, the sun's almost up.."

~Time skip brought to you by memories~

"Riley, speed up! They'll be mounting you soon enough!" You yell behind you, winking a little and watching him scowl but speed up.

You were 17 now, and Riley 13, but you'd both gotten used to using the stolen 3DMG, and you often stole food and other supplies from the town together, instead of it just being you.

You glance behind you, and narrow your eyes. Then it hits you.

"SHIT! RILEY SPEED UP!" He notices the tone of concern in your voice and instantly goes faster, taking everything you pass over and hiding it in his jacket.

It was the Survey Corps/Scouting Legion. I'd never seen them around here before, and they were fast and skilled.

"(f/n), what are you doing?" He asks, eyeing you up and down. You shake your head, still speeding along. You look away before muttering,

"I'm sorry Riley.. I love you, okay? Stay safe, and I'll see you again, I promise. But for now, this is goodbye." He looks at you and his eyes widen, noticing what you were going to do. But before he can do or say anything, you've pushed him away down an alley you were passing and he disappears from the view of the 5 people following you.