All She Is (an SNK Fanfiction)

This Isn't You

Mikasa eyed herself in the mirror.

I look ridiculous.

She had spent at least an hour trying to apply makeup, but she was only left with thickly outlined eyes and caked on... whatever this was called.

She thought back to what Christa had told her the night before. Apparently, the first date is a big deal. "You'll want to look your best for her, right? Here, you can borrow these."

Mikasa looked down at the little bag of makeup pens and powders and pastes that Christa had thrust into her hands. She already hated each and every one, the only thing they'd helped her with was looking like a street performer. Perhaps the makeup could help in the fight against the Titans. They'd all fall over laughing at her and make for easy kills. Do Titans laugh? Hmm.

Look my best? Mikasa had never considered her appearance during the first few days she'd spent with Sasha. She had been more focused on their interactions. They hadn't kissed yet, except for the first time after Sasha's confession. Their relationship was one of gentle touches, warm embraces, and accidental-on-purpose brushing of hands against thighs. It had only been a few days since they had started dating, yet already, Mikasa's every free moment was consumed by thoughts of Sasha and the time they'd spent together.

Mikasa gave up on her makeup for the moment and turned her attention to her outfit. Ymir had helped her select a dark blue skirt and a plain white blouse. She put them on modeled for herself in front of the mirror.

She didn't like the feeling of having her legs exposed, especially after having grown accustomed to her Scouting Legion uniform, but Ymir had said that the skirt was cute, so she decided to suck it up for the evening.

Mikasa was deep in thought about what exactly 'cute' even meant when a voice interrupted. "Mikasa, is that you?"

Mikasa spun around to see Armin standing in the doorway. "Why are you dressed like a.... street performer?"

"...Tonight is our first date."

Immediately, Mikasa felt rather silly about the entire situation. Why am I acting like this?

"Oh yeah, I heard about you and Sasha. Congratulations." He smiled, genuinely happy for his childhood friend. "But, I don't understand why you're wearing all of this."

"First dates are important... The other girls were saying I have to look nice, or Sasha will lose interest in me." She looked down at her feet. I can't lose her, not so soon.

Armin seemed amused. "Mikasa, I don't think that Sasha is like that. I mean, she doesn't like you for what you're wearing, I don't think you have to worry about her losing interest in you over how you look.

" But, Ymir said-"

"Never mind what Ymir said. You should trust yourself, Mikasa. If you do, you can't go wrong."

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Mikasa walked into the restaurant, looking around at the crowd of diners. Sasha sure knows all best places to eat. Waiters wove their way through all of the extravagant decorations, bearing platters of delicious-looking food.

In the end, Mikasa had decided to go without any makeup, and had traded Ymir's cute outfit for a simpler one of a dark red long-sleeved shirt and black pants. She couldn't help but wonder what Sasha had chosen to wear. Not that it matters, she always looks great.

"Mikasa!"

Sasha called her from across the busy room, excitedly waving.

Mikasa had to stifle a laugh.

She looks ridiculous.

Sasha was wearing a bizarre combination of accessories on top of a dress that looked like it could have once been an entire fabric store. Her hair wrapped around itself on top of her head, at least one entire can of hair spray had gone into making it stack up like it did. Should she be so close to those candles?

And her makeup. There were so many different colors on Sasha's face that it was a wonder that people hadn't mistaken her for, well, a street performer.

"Sit! Sit!"

Mikasa sat.

"I'm so glad you're here! For a while there I thought you had forgotten about me," she teased. "I already ordered appetizers... twice.."

There were two empty plates on the table.

Mikasa couldn't take her eyes off of her date.

"Sasha... Did you happen to talk to Ymir or Christa?"

Sasha blinked.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Lucky guess. Come with me, we need to get you washed off."

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Hey, readers. First of all, thanks for taking the time to look at this, every vote and view is a tiny ego boost for my whole day. So share this with all your friends! (^o^)

Haha, anyway, sorry I couldn't go into more detail about the clothes and makeup and such. I simply don't know anything about all of that. Take it up with my Y chromosome.

I promise the next part to this will be focused on both of them together, not just one or the other, so stay tuned!

Cheers.

       -Dark_Erik