So, reader-Chan is a badass. Ok, you have long brown hair and brown eyes because majority of people do and I want emersion here. Also if you want imagin freckles as a tribute to Marco. I will cut your hair later so we will all have the same length in the story... I guess I'll leave the length up to you guys...
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I hate my life.
As far as I know, I have no parents, no family, no friends. Unless you count that one guy...
I would say I had caretakers. I work, I steal, I pay, and in return I get a place to sleep and a meal. Yay!My earliest memories were of the stars. I would stand for hours at a time in the caves where the caverns of the underworld opened to the sky. Sometimes I saw the stars fly. I remember other stuff, like the best meals or my luckiest getaways, or the kindest caretaker... but what I always come back to, and let's be real, the only memories that mattered, were of the stars. Then, suddenly like the whole thing was a dream, I was above ground. And I honestly don't know, or remember, how I got there.
It was the year 845.
I know that because the crates I was opening behind the shop had the dates written on them.
It was just a normal day, I woke up late on the roof, having watched the stars make their nightly travels all night. I pay off the shop owner with work and anything of value I happen to come across. He let's me sleep on his roof and gives me scraps that his boy doesn't finish, which is not much but I can find my own food.
I got up and ran a few errands, and went to pick up a few crates of cloth from a weaver across town. I "work" for a tailor. As I walked, I watched the children play, the babies laugh, the mothers clean and nag, the fathers, all at work.
I stop at a street corner to watch, once, I may have wanted something similar, that wish got me in trouble more times than I care to admit, but now I know that a family is not needed in order to survive. You can keep your homes and rules and schedules and frequent meals. I have my strength, my freedom, and my stars.
I keep walking. I pick up the crates and stop to buy a pastry, I take my time with this part, it's not often I can sit down and buy my own food and just watch.I eat the pastry slowly and play a game. There's a woman trying to sell apples across the street:
A man walks up, "hey nice apples."
"Thanks, I grew them myself, they're all natural."
"Get 'em from you mama huh?"
"Yeah, want a free sample? They're pretty tasty.."I choke on my pastry at that last part I pretended to hear. I do this for everyone I see in the next twenty minutes and nearly break down in tears. I proabaly look crazy now to anyone who bothers to stop and glance at me.
Let them think. It'll get me privacy and fear...
I remember leaving the shop, it was so clear, there were birds and people and clouds.
So normal and sweet.
I remember walking past the Garrison guards, keeping my head down because I can't remember who I owed money to and who I robbed to pay my debts. I needn't worry, they were all drunk as uaual. I remember tripping some screaming morons into a blundering pile, yelling something along the lines of:
"MIKASA IS COMING!!!!"
Good, maybe she'll catch you and save me the trouble of finding you later.
I remember walking to the shop and going around to the back. I was opening the crates, the vibrant blues, and greens and reds.
So beautiful.
I hardly ever saw anything worth calling beautiful.
Except for my stars.Who is this Mikasa I always hear about? All the neighborhood brats seem scared of her. I'll have to go a few rounds with her someday...
I wanted to go to the meadow and watched the clouds, I wanted to bid the sun farewell and my stars hello.
"Sute! I need you to to put this order out back so it can be picked up!"
Ugh, bastard. I went to do as he said so I could go.
And wait for my stars.
I stacked the last one outside, allowing it's weight to pull me down over it so my stomach rested on the top of the crate, so I looked down at the ground. I watched the cracked stone, my arms ached. And then,
my
hairpin,fell
And clattered to the ground with a metallic *clink clink*Then there was the explosion.
I heard it, I felt it, I didn't see it.
I didn't want to.
I had rarely ever felt this dread before, this ache, this fear...
Shit.
Lookup. No.
Shit.
Lookup, run. Flee... can't.
Shit.I looked up. Its head was already over the wall. Skinless, dead smile. Steam all over.
It's an ugly bastard. It's huge. Shit.
I was frozen in absolute terror, all instinct had abandoned me, all rationality had left me...
Like your parents
Like your friends
Like every person you ever cared about...
I am frozen
I gritted my teeth.
And smiled maniacally.Hah, jokes on you brain.
It lifted it's leg, it's going to kick.
I never even saw my parents as far I know.
It's going to kick. They're going to get in.
I wouldn't know my parents from a hole in a cavern wall...
I need to run. I need to run.
Warmth flooded my legs and flowed up my arms and to my head.How can I care for someone... I NEVER KNEW!?
I grabbed my hair pin and turned to run. I need my pin. I need my stars. I need my freedom. I need my strenght. My arms pumped, my heart jumped, my feet pound the stone road.
ThatsallIneedtoliveThatsallIneedtoliveThatsallIneedtolive.
I run, I clutch my pin so hard I bleed.
Then Wall Maria Fell.
I go flying, then there's pain, and grit and stone and wood. They are in. They are coming. I open my eyes. There's a boulder embedded into the shop ten meters away from where I lay. It collapsed. And and the rest went airborne and landed on me. I'm pinned down. I'm hurt.
I'm Trapped.
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FanficDONT JUDGE A BOOk BY ITS COVER! I KNOW I NEED A NEW ONE!!! plz... You were born in the undergound, but you don't remember it. Your name is Sute, you have been on your own as long as you can remember. You were there when Wall Maria fell, you were tra...