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Chapter 8

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More of a filler chapter here but still, an update is an update right?

Warnings:
Violence

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Illyria hated feeling this way. She hated feeling like she was completely invisible by the one person who she wanted to recognise her. Since the fight, absolutely nothing of notable interest had happened. And she really meant nothing. Not a single snide remark, not a knowing look, not even a single threat! Nothing. She hated to admit it, but it was driving her crazy. And the fact it was affecting her so much, just made her even more angry.

She wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted, or even what she expected, but anything would have been better than this. She had gave her all in training, hoping to maybe catch the captains attention, but not a word. He had explained the training exercises, he had paired up the teams and given critique when required but other than that he had flat out ignored Illyria.

And it was bothering her. She wasn’t expecting him to grab her and drag her off to his room for another round, even though she had definitely fantasised about it, but she hadn’t expected him to resort back to his usually distant self either. She felt like she deserved some sort of acknowledgement, all things considered.

The mission was growing ever closer. Tensions were running at an all time high. Everyone could sense the change in atmosphere. Everyone was growing impatient, on tenterhooks. The occasional flare of excitement was quickly smothered by the others with a more nervous disposition, rows were breaking out all around. Illyria wasn’t all too bothered, she almost thrived in the hostile atmosphere. But she could feel her own attitude shifting, morphing into something twisted the more time she spent around the others. And the predicament with Levi was only making it worse, bringing out her foul mood even more.

She had filled her free time with cleaning and training, preferring to stay away from as many people as possible. She valued her solitude when her moods were like this, knowing full well how unpredictable and nasty she could get when she was irked. Her quarters were spotless, and she had even offered to take over cleaning the kitchen a few times after meals. She had been more than happy when Eren had made a joke about her being on another one of her sprees, and had commented offhandedly that his room needed some attention, happy to keep herself busy she had taken him up on his playful offer.

She had even spent some time in Hanji's office, tidying up. Arranging all her paperwork and research into an orderly fashion. Hanji had been more than grateful.

As she was leaving the mess hall after dinner one evening, she had been stopped by Commander Erwin. He was sat at his table with Levi, Hanji and Miche, finishing off the meal when his attention had turned to her.

“Cadet Light, may I take a moment of your time?” he asked. Illyria had paused, blinking a little. The commander never wanted to speak with her, she couldn’t recall a single conversation he had had with her since she had joined the survey corps. Levi had looked over, clearly intrigued as well. Illyria saluted.

“Of course sir, what can I do for you?” she asked. He waved a hand dismissively and she relaxed out of her salute.

“I heard you aided Hanji in organising her office space for her?” Illyria nodded.

“Yes sir.” He gave a small nod.

“I was wondering if you would be so kind as to lend your expertise to me? With the upcoming mission I’ll admit I haven’t had the time to organise everything very well. Would you be willing to stop by later tonight?” Illyria was shocked beyond belief. The commander wanted her to clean his office? That was quite an honour in her eyes.

“Of course sir, I’d be delighted.” He gave a soft smile and picked up his cup taking a quick sip.

“I shall be there about nine. Anytime after then will be fine.” Illyria saluted again and he gave another nod of his head.

“Yes sir.” And she walked away, noticing the odd look the captain had had on his face during their brief encounter.

She had cleaned the commanders office as required, he had sat quietly at his desk working away and made her a tea while she worked. It was uneventful, but Illyria was glad to have the peace, not feeling obliged to make polite conversation like she had done when she had cleaned Eren's room. She had arranged his paperwork, noticing how he didn’t seem to have as much as Levi or Hanji and organised the files of everyone in the corps alphabetically. She had dusted, cleaned with windows, swept and mopped the floor and cleaned every surface in the office. She noticed his office was much smaller than Levi’s, and full of trinkets and other items, whereas Levi’s was bare. It was almost as if the commander had made himself at home here, yet Levi was remaining unsettled. She noticed a door to her right, assuming it was a bathroom and opened it. She froze when she realised it was his bedroom and turned to the commander who was looking at her curiously.

“Apologies sir, I thought it was a bathroom...” she mumbled, about to close the door and he smiled.

“It’s quite alright Illyria, you can clean in there too. The bathroom is through there.” And he pointed to a door that was in his chambers to the right. She felt a little bit awkward invading his private space, but decided that as he had given her permission it was fine.

She entered the room, leaving the door open and started tending to it. Stripping his bed sheets and replacing them with fresh ones, fluffing up his pillows and making his bed. She gave the room the same thorough clean as his office and then proceeded to clean his bathroom. Once she was done, she bundled the sheets into his wash basket.

“Would you like me to wash these for you sir?” she asked, standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He chuckled.

“No thank you Illyria that’s quite alright, I think you’ve done enough.” He poured her another cup of tea and waved to the chair opposite his desk. Obediently, she took a seat, thanking him for the soothing beverage.

“Thank you for your help Illyria, you’ve done a fine job, I greatly appreciate it.” Illyria gave a half hearted smile as she sipped her tea.
She engaged the commander in polite conversation until she had finished her tea and then excused herself.

As the days passed, Illyria continued to get more and more irritated with herself. She didn’t even know why she cared so much about the captains distance. She should be thankful that he wasn’t beating her ass, but she wasn’t. The thought made her sick to her stomach, but every time she thought about it and indulged in her perverted fantasies, a whole other feeling took over. One of lust and excitement. Her foul mood hadn’t gone unnoticed by her friends. Historia had pulled her up about it one time but Illyria had snapped at her. They had barely spoken since. Eren had commented on the tension between Historia and Illyria and she had shot him down too, earning herself a notorious glare from Mikasa and a solid sulk from Eren.

She was being unreasonable but she didn’t even care.

It was the day before the mission, and Illyria was about to engage in a spar with Eren. She took her stance and looked at him with a steely gaze. He held her stare with a determined one of his own and the two began to fight. However, Illyria was not holding back. She blocked, dodged and struck Eren with a deadly force and faultless precision. Eren's fist collided with her ribs and she grunted, anger rising and he shoved her back, slightly out of breath.

“God Illyria calm down, I’m not a real enemy you know?” he tried to break the ice but he just further fuelled Illyria’s rage. She lunged at him, attacking him with a barrage of fitful punches and kicks. He managed to block the first few, but the minute one of her punches connected, he faltered and it was all over.

Illyria unleashed hell. Her emotions taking over as she fought, putting all of her frustrations into every blow. All of the confusion, the anger, the humiliation... everything.

“Light!” Illyria heard Levi call her but ignored him, continuing her onslaught, delivering a crippling kick to Eren's stomach, making the boy fall to his knees.

“Light!!” Illyria raised her knee into Eren's face, blood splattering and she spun, extending her leg and kicking him in the side of the head. Seeing Eren fall to the floor, practically unconscious. Mikasa ran over, trying to take a swing at Illyria but the woman grabbed her, pushing with incredible strength and forcing her back. Mikasa was seething.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed but Illyria didn’t respond, swiping at Mikasa's legs and making her fall to the ground. A sudden grasp in her hair caught her off guard as she was attacked from behind, the hand yanking her head back violently, almost to the point of snapping her neck. Another hand immediately grabbed one of her arms, twisting behind her back with force, making her cry out from pain as the limb was pushed to the point of breaking. She growled, her other arm about ready to strike out.

“Don’t even think about it, Light. I swear to god I will fucking bury you where you stand.” Levi hissed into her ear, grip tightening on both of his hands to accentuate his point. Illyria stopped and tried to pull herself free but Levi squeezed her wrist, fingers digging into her skin.

“Ah, ah. Calm yourself, cadet.” Illyria felt her anger grow, the thought that the man who was the cause of her upset was overpowering her yet again feeding her fire. Levi quickly shoved her away, expecting her to stumble or fall but instead she spun around, her feet finding the ground effortlessly as she glared hard at the man in front of her.

He looked just as unimpressed as she did. There was a brief standoff before Levi spoke up.

“Everyone, dismissed. That’s enough for today.” He closed the distance between Illyria and himself, never once looking away from her furious eyes.

“My office after dinner Light. You and I are going to have words.” He hissed before he turned and walked away, leaving Illyria behind.

Illyria made her way to the captains office after dinner as requested. She wasn’t as riled up, but her mood was still incredibly sour. She knocked on his door.

“Come in.” Illyria noticed that he didn’t even bother asking who it was and let herself in. He watched her as she entered the room and took a seat opposite him, his eyes narrowing at her disrespectful attitude. He didn’t know what had gotten in to her the last couple of weeks. She had been doing so well, performing exceptionally well in training and hadn’t gotten herself into trouble once. Whatever had brought this on had come out of the blue as far as Levi was concerned.

Illyria stared at Levi, folding her arms and sighed. The longer she looked at him, the more her anger subsided. She couldn’t really blame him for her confused thoughts and feelings. He didn’t know the turmoil she was in after all... even though the bitch in her concluded that he probably wouldn’t care even if he was aware of it. But really he hadn’t done anything wrong. Apart from the incredibly indecent touch to her nether regions that one time... but Illyria had surmised that had just been part of the torture, part of the humiliation. All he was doing, was disciplining her, when her own actions had been unruly and unacceptable. It was her own fault if she took some sick satisfaction from his methods. He had by no means led her on.

As she mulled it all over in her head for the hundredth time in the last couple of weeks, her face softened. She felt incredibly guilty for attacking Eren like that, and for being such an ass to her friends. They certainly didn’t deserve any of it.

“What do you think you were playing at today, Light? Attacking Jaeger the way you did was completely unjustified and unwarranted.” She licked her lips, fidgeting with her fingers as he spoke to her.

“I have noticed your truculent behaviour recently. You’ve been incredibly irascible, snapping at even your closest friends.” He paused again. Illyria felt like a school child being scolded.

“Are you worried about the mission?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. Illyria scoffed and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe that’s what he thought. Quickly extinguishing the venom from her voice she spoke.

“No sir. I’ve just had a lot going on that’s all. Nothing at all to worry about.” The sardonic tone was not lost on Levi and he narrowed his eyes as he stood, moving to stand in front of the cadet.

“Drop the sarcasm Light, you’re in enough shit as it is.” She rolled her eyes again, turning her head to look away but Levi’s strong, supple fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. He was leaning down, his face close to hers, eyes burning with outrage as he glared into her defiant eyes.

“Roll your eyes at me again, cadet, and I’ll give them a reason to roll.” His tone was commanding and intimidating, cautioning Illyria to be careful. Illyria felt her treacherous heart skip a beat at the tone of his voice and the suggestiveness of his words. Yet still she stared, trying to not let him bother her. Levi blinked as he noticed the fleeting look in her eyes. For the briefest of moments there was a hint of longing there, before she refocused her gaze back on being indifferent. His eyes narrowed slightly, understanding dawning on him and his lips twisted into a small smirk.

“Oh, I see... was this your intention all along, cadet?” His voice was suddenly low and dangerous, drawling out his words he moved his hand from Illyria’s chin, the back of his knuckles gently caressing her cheek. Illyria bit her tongue at the action, confused as to what the captain was insinuating. His smirk broadened.

“Are you that desperate for a thrashing you would resort to such drastic measures, simply to get my attention? To get what you need?” fingers trailed down her neck, the tips of his fingers scratching lightly down the side of her throat before resting on her collarbone. She swallowed thickly and Levi pressed a little harder, so that he could feel her racing heart. Seemed there was some truth in what he was saying. He raised his eyebrows a little and looked away for a second.

“It has been a while hasn’t it? Still I really thought you would be a little bit more resilient.” His fingers traced over her shoulder, grazing the strap and Illyria grit her teeth.

“That’s not it.” She finally managed to get out, though her voice was slightly uneven. Levi smirked more, raising on eyebrow at Illyria as he turned to look back at her.

“No? Oh I think that’s exactly it, Light.” She shook her head, refusing to give in. She was resisting. This was a first. Illyria licked her lips. Levi chuckled as he stood, convinced he had finally figured out the underlying cause to Illyria’s stress.

Illyria wanted to deny it. She really did. But a part of her thought that maybe Levi was right. Well, not entirely wrong at least. Levi stood, letting his hands drop from her body and took a step back, leaning casually on his desk.

“Unfortunately we have a mission tomorrow, and I need all my soldiers in top form. So there will be no repercussions for your actions today. You got lucky, Light.” Illyria’s eyes widened slightly. Was he being serious?

“What?” she asked in complete disbelief. He regarded her with an air of indifference, arms folded across his chest.

“It wouldn’t do anyone any favours if you were... delicate, for the mission tomorrow. I for one will not have you complaining about your discomfort all day.” He chose his words carefully, turning to the side as he examined one of the files on his desk. Illyria couldn’t help but scoff a little.

“Have I ever complained before?” she asked, arching an eyebrow as she looked at her captain. Levi’s attention was instantly drawn back to the cadet, eyes observing her quietly. He paused, contemplating his next words before he spoke.

“Trust me Light, there is nothing I want more right now, than to give you a good hiding for your recklessness today. You are lucky that freaky bastard heals quickly. But you don’t, and I would have you at your best tomorrow. And I certainly wouldn’t want the guilt should you die out there, because you were unable to perform to the best of your ability.” Illyria rolled her eyes, heaving a sigh, slightly irritated by the lack of faith the captain obviously had in her ability.

Levi’s eyes narrowed.

“Did you just roll your eyes?” He asked. Illyria looked at him and shrugged, feeling a bit more confident now she knew he wasn’t actively going to punish her. She raised an eyebrow and shot him a cheeky smile.

“So what if I did?” She teased. Levi smiled then and chuckled, shaking his head. Illyria decided she liked it when he smiled.

“Alright cadet. Dismissed.” Illyria smiled more and stood up, throwing him a salute before she headed for the door.

“Light.” She stopped and turned, wondering what else he could want from her. He looked at her, a small smile still tugging at his lips.

“Don’t you even think about dying tomorrow. I forbid it. Because I have plans for you when we get back.” Illyria blinked, not understanding.

“Sir?” she asked and he chuckled again as he sat down at his desk.

“I told you there would be no consequences for your actions today... however, when we get back, your ass is mine.” Illyria felt her blood run cold. Of course he wasn’t going to just let her off the hook! What had she been thinking?? She steadied herself with a deep breath. Levi’s eyes were predatory as he stared at her and it made her heart race to see that look in his eyes. And directed at her no less.

She mulled over the severity of his words and despite her fear and instant arousal, pushed her thoughts aside and gave him a coy smile.

“I look forward to it sir.” She teased, noticing Levi was still devouring her with his eyes, small grin still present on his lips. Then she turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.

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