Horrifically Wounded, Strikingly Gorgeous & Deadly [ErenXMikasa] [Eremika]

I: The Kingdom welcomes a Newcomer

[Mikasa]

"Never. Do that again, you hear me?! You little ass, because if you do, I'll make sure you don't survive to see graduation!"

I press my forearm against the neck of a scrawny sophomore, glaring at him with a burning hatred. His feet continue to dangle aimlessly above the ground as a bead of sweat runs down his left brow. I smile; this little shit thought it'd be funny to try tripping me up. Who's laughing now? The kid lets out a series of muffled choking sounds, gasping for a little air. I press harder. My brother stands behind me, a smirk playing on his lips. My back is to him, but I can just imagine the glint of amusement in his eyes and his hand over his mouth. I look back to the sophomore the poor thing is trying desperately to escape my death-grip, but is failing majorly. Just like everyone else.

"Okay, Okay! I'm sorry, just let me go! I won't do it again, I promise!"

The little bastard thrashes against my grip, and I increase the amount of pressure on the boy's neck.

"Damn right you won't, or you'll find your head detached from your neck! Now get!"

I flick my wrist at an odd angle, releasing the kid and letting him drop to the ground. He splutters and gasps for air, scrambling quickly to his feet. The boys stares at me in horror before I thrust my fist toward his face, stopping inches from his nose. I snicker, relaxing my hand and standing back up, watching the boy cower in fear before finally getting the message and running for the hills. Damn him.

I walk over to my brother, who holds his hand out for a high five. I don't even lift a finger, and his hand drops.

"Nice one, sis."

"Mhm."

I say, strolling through the school, people's eyes on the both of us as we dominate the hallways. There's a crowd; there always is. I mean, Levi and I are popularly known around these parts. We're not nobodies. Shoes make scuffling noises as the crowds disperse, letting us pass. There's a group of boys standing around a set of lockers, either staring at me or checking me out. My blood boils.

"Take a fucking picture, it'll last longer!"

I say, glaring at them. My grey eyes drill through theirs, and one of them even falls back out of surprise. I laugh, as does his friends. Levi just carries on beside me, ignoring everything and everyone, aside from my self. Levi's my brother. He has the same ebony black hair as I do, but it's been styled into an undercut that reaches just above his eyelids. He's a year older than me, but might as well be in my year considering his short stature.One hundred and sixty centimetres, to be exact. His eyes are thin and half lidded, showing no sign of interest. Ever. He has a sort of lanky posture, his hands in his pockets almost 24/7. Unlike me, who walks with their hands beside them. The jacket he wears is leather - and no, not that shiny black material that bikers wear, but pure, rough leather - that reaches to his hips. He wears a pair of jeans with a chain on one side, and his shoes are just common converse, the only difference between normal people's and his being that they're branded, not cheap knock-offs.

We both walk confidently down the hall, not giving a damn who likes us and who doesn't. We're really ever seen caring about most things, anyway.

A bright light shines through the front doors of the school as we approach them, grasping the door handle and tearing them open. Levi and I walk past person by person, the sun blinding us temporarily as we search for the rest of the group.

I notice a rather large group of students near the edge of the school, leaning against the walls. There's a good four or five people there; it's gotta be them. I smile a bit as Levi and I both walk over to said spot. I continue to smirk as I see both Annie and Ymir's attention avert from Bertoltd and Reiner to Levi and I.