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Deku (S3) vs Eren (S4): Fight

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Our scene begins in Liberio, a once shining city of the Great Marley Empire now reduced to nothing more than an abandoned warzone. Scars remained eerily fresh as dead bodies, ruined buildings, and broken debris caked the city streets. The only sound left in this once shining metropolis is the sound of marching soldiers eager to fulfill their mission.

However, their morale is low with their pressing losses from the Eldians and ultimate warriors' defeat. This means for both them and the world; they needed something more that could lift all their spirits and save them in their darkest hours with a smile. A symbol that will not back down despite said destruction. Marley was calling out for a hero, and thankfully their call got answered.

A light green blur started to dance across Liberio's rooftops faster than anyone could follow. Said blur raced across half the city, darting through the narrow streets with clear purpose before perching itself on the rooftop nearest the statue of Helios. With the same speed as before, the figure scanned the surrounding area with emerald eyes, persisting in answering one question.

"Where are you, Eren Yeager?" Izuku Midoriya A.K.A. Deku said as his mind flashbacked to 2 days before the Raid on Liberio.

Before Willy Tybur made his shocking statement to the world's ambassadors, he had asked that the world's heroes be on massive alert. But all the warnings in the world wouldn't have prepared them for Eren's declaration of worldwide war with their survey corp. Even with the power of Marlyeans combined heroes, the Titans couldn't stop him as he waded through the entire city. It was only due to a lucky shot that Eren's escape blimp was damaged enough to force a retreat before extracting him.

Which means he was still in the city. Before he could escape and create the Rumbling, every hero, pro and student have gathered here to find him while rescuing civilians. However, the process was more complicated than it looked, as the young hero had been on the manhunt for 2 hours straight without any results until now.

Right out of earshot, a fired rifle got heard by the fledgling hero, which was all Deku needed to act. Instinctively his body rushed over to a nearby plaza into a distressing scene. An entire platoon of soldiers was barely conscious as they shivered in abject fear over one man. A man whose bloodlust was so impossibly strong that Izuku's body instantly registered this man as "the" Eren Yeager.

Without a moment's hesitation, the stockpiled power of One for All flared up within Izuku as in a flash he had Eren violently pinned to the ground with superhuman strength. Surprise and awe nearly broke the young Eldians' expert poker face for a few good milliseconds, but he quickly managed to regain control as he calmly assessed the situation. He tried trashing back, but Izuku's grip remained iron-tight.

"Please, get away from here, call for help," Izuku said as the soldiers started to depart.

However, Eren's resolve remained strong as his mind ran a hundred miles a minute.

"Interesting, in human form, I'm usually not one to be beaten in physical strength. He must have the power of the Titans running through his veins. Though this doesn't feel like the awakened power of the Ackermans, and he doesn't look Eldian either. Maybe it's a similar power to my Founder? It makes no difference though, I've already won," he said in clear-minded thought.

"It doesn't matter; they won't get far," he said menacingly.

"It's over, Eren; the fight stops here!" Izuku said as his grip grew even tighter.

At that point, though, Eren stopped struggling completely as a grave coldness filled the air.

"You're not the first person to say that, and you won't certainly be the last. Either way, though, I'll do what I've always done and keep moving forward," he said firmly.

Before Deku could react, Eren slammed his head so hard on the road so hard it cracked, forming a small pool of blood. Sheer shock froze up Deku for a few seconds, which is what Eren needed. In an instant, an explosion of orange lighting enveloped the entire street, launching Deku into a nearby building. By the time Deku's eyes refocused, he realized that he was mistaken. The fight was far from over.

Standing at a fearsome 15 meters, Eren's ferocious Titan form reappeared to Marley with a violent earthshaking roar! The sound alone was enough to send Deku's adrenal glands into overdrive, which probably saved his life as he narrowly avoided a punch that smashed the building to smithereens! As Deku landed on the ground, shattered concrete, wood, and glass tattered into the air.

He couldn't even get the chance to breathe through as he then barely avoided a titanic roundhouse kick that forced Deku into a backflip to a side of the building. It was now his turn to analyze his opponent from the said vantage point. He instantly formed a strategy by noticing Eren's steaming and regenerating right hand.

"He's strong, far stronger than 8% percent. And whatever his quirk is, it seems to give him regeneration, meaning that even if I use 100 percent, no guarantee will bring him down for long. Does he even have a weak spot? I'm faster and more maneuverable, so I guess right now, I'll have to keep upping the percentage in manageable ranges for quick bursts. And aim for the only vulnerable spot, his head!"

Without hesitation, Eren made his approach, this time crystallizing his now regenerated hand.

"His speed and maneuverability are almost at the ODM gear level. Which means I've got to start cornering him," he said as she started to drag his arm across the surrounding building!

Soon enough, a wave of broken concrete started to make its way towards Deku, but they had no chance of hitting him. Instead, a green flash of lighting replaced where he once was. When Eren's eyes refocused, he found the young hero right at his right ankle, already preparing a powerful kick.

"Let's try 20%!"

Veins of energy started to run through Izuku as his physical capabilities doubled. Before Eren could react, his left ankle got utterly broken. The sudden weight shift got him unbalanced enough for Deku to advance by hopping on his knees! Eren tried guarding his head, but Izuku was too fast, instantly redirecting himself to his blindspot and hitting him with a titantical sidekick to the head!

Large splashes of blood painted Libero's streets along with small pieces of his skull. Gravity took its toll, forcing the mighty Titan to its knees with a heated aura. Finally, One for All's painful backlash rears its ugly head, forcing Deku into a weary state.

"Guess this is all I can do for now. At least it was enough to-"

"I'm not done yet," a familiar voice said in cold determination.

By the time Deku turned his head around, Eren had jumped out his exoskeleton's steamy and fleshy nape. Immediately after that, another humongous flash of orange lighting took place. Instinctively Deku activated his quirk again, which saved his life. Then, as monumental amounts of momentum struck him, he got sent flying!

Every bone in his body started to shake on impact before colliding straight through the statue of Helios so hard it shattered. Amid Eren's makeshift tomb, unconsciousness nearly claimed the boy's life. However, like how the former soldier must keep moving forward for the sake of his people, so must the boy. With that in mind, a supernatural will cast itself over Deku as he got back up, tattered costume while blood streamed down his face.

"No matter how badly I'm beaten, no matter my limitations, I will go beyond and save everyone!" he said as emerald thunder cracked the ground beneath him.

Rivers of endorphins fueled Deku forward as both Eren and him geared up for round 3! Eren immediately tried to enter a low sweep kick that destroyed some buildings, but Deku was fast, leaping over it to get right behind his nape. Once again, the godly power of One for All crackled as he let loose his famous-

"Delaware Smash!"

With the flick of a finger, a force rivaling an f5 hurricane ripped the air asunder! However, Eren expected this and busted out his secret weapon, his spoil of victory after the raid on Liberio. Using the same crystallization as before Eren guarded his nape with his hands and a giant spiked wall. The two attacks broke every window for miles as Eren's crystal hands nearly shattered along with the wall.

However, Yeager only got buckled, not stunned, using what little power he had left to use an omnidirectional wave of constructed spikes! Said spikes scraped above, forcing Deku to sacrifice another finger for a Delaware smash that sends him sliding to the ground with some deep cuts. Izuku tried to look around before realizing that every building in the surrounding area had gotten destroyed. There was nowhere to go.

This is something the Attack Titan capitalized fully, coming out of the smoke, and readied a hand now clad in a hardened brass knuckle construct! Realizing that this was it, Izuku braced, steadied his legs, clenched his buttocks, and screamed with all his might from deep within his heart!

"DEEEEETTTTTRRROIIIIITTTTT SSSMMMASSSSHHHHH!!!!"

Centuries-old powers finally collided in the most titanical of clashes. Entire streets got leveled in its wake, leaving scars in the earth that may never heal properly. Indescribable pain was felt on both sides as blood flew and bones broke. However, despite all that, neither gave in instead, only pushing themselves past any limit they had before.

The combatant's signature lightning decorated the entire city growing so bright that both combatants got consumed by it. When their vision refocuses, we get introduced to a new location—a strange black world with no sky and barren land. The only signs of outside life are a mysterious tree crackling with orange electricity.

Without warning, both Eren and Midioryia started to materialize in this space. Utter confusion took place amongst the two, not knowing what was happening. However, before the two could adjust, a series of figures started to appear on both sides. For Deku, it was a series of colorfully costumed comrades, the previous wielders of One for All. For Eren, it was a series of battle-worn individuals of different shapes and sizes, the previous holders of the Warhammer, Attack, and Founding Titan, respectively.

Behind the two, their powers soon started to solidify even further, summoning the two figures that started such long chains. There was a young white-haired man on Deku's side that radiated a multicolored aura and a young woman in white robes with light-colored hair, bathing in an orange thunder.

An intense stare was shared between the age-old figures before transforming into pure energy that washes over both Deku and Eren. In this storm of energy, the duo had their appearances change right before the other's eyes, from idealistic kids who tried to desperately fight the world order to teens who got tasked with being symbols of humanity. But, then, young men who have matured amongst scars and losses yet are still steadfast in the dream they've always had. Both are too determined ever to turn back. In awe of such a development, the men could only say.

"We are the same."

Then as quickly as this sacred space formed, the scene managed to flashback to reality, along with the victor of the clash. Because as hard as they both fought, Eren's arm was the one that got utterly destroyed, which allowed Deku to finish this fight.

Hurricane-like winds started to gather across Deku's free hand, channeling the strength of One for all for one last strike. But, iron-like resolve again steeled against gruesome pain as Deku reached into his heart.

"One for All: 1,000,000% Delaware Detroit Smash!!!"

A fantastic amount of sheer Herculean strength ripped through Eren's entire exoskeleton, leaving the Eldian high in the air. Eren tried to recover again for one last transformation, refusing to give in to any power. But for once, Deku predicted him as he was already far above, with a massive kick already lined up.

"I told you before. This fight is over!"

With that, the hero managed to deliver a painful attack to Eren a second faster before he could transform. Meaning all he could do was plummet to earth like a stone, unconscious, which left only one to rest, finally basking in the peace among a warzone while the world kept turning.

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Bloodlust

Bloodlust; Chapter 1 — The Ackermans

Disclaimer:I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan nor its characters.

Synopsis/Summary: The Ackermans are infamous for their crimes or more specifically, murder. Deep inside an Ackerman's heart rests their deranged bloodlust. Without proper control and discipline, something that Mikasa struggles with, chaos is bound to breakout. Mikasa and Levi Ackerman embark on a mission involving Eren Jaeger, the future heir to the royal throne, and Kenny expects no failure.

Rating: T

Warnings: May contain sensitive and/or triggering content later on-- I will put another warning if that’s the case.

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AO3

Author’s Notes: Not the best at writing but hey oh well

Knives. Knives can be used for all sorts of activities, ranging from preparing a scrumptious meal to murder. They are viewed as simple equipment for the 'innocent' whose hands are clean from bloodshed. However, they are also viewed as weapons of torture more than defence to peculiar types of people. One clan in particular was obligated to view it as the latter—the murderous one. That clan was the infamous Ackermans.

The Ackermans were masked villains that roamed the Underground district, staining their hands with their target's blood for others who were willing to pay the price, but unwilling to commit the deed. From time to time, they would venture the surface, hiding in the alleyways as they proceeded with their business. Although they were bold and strong, they would often refuse any task that required too much involvement with royalty.

Many wonder the history of the Ackermans, however, none dared seek the answer. They were known for being monstrous after all. Little was really known about them— considering they were masked, it wasn't easy to identify them either. The innocent bread shop owner across the street could be an Ackerman, and no one would know. Many called them cowards for this reason, and yet, ironically, some of that many had probably sought out help from them.

Though, not too long ago, the Ackermans began to be severely wiped out. Some say it was a disease that broke out that they were susceptible to, others say that the king finally decided to actually take action against them. Yet, it was odd how the infamous clan—known for their physical abilities, along with their manipulations and such—were quick to be defeated.

At least, most of them were. There were just a few Ackermans left, that no one could catch. To everyone's knowing, there were three left. No one knew their names, no one knew their faces. But everyone knew that they better rid them quickly in order to attain peace within the kingdom—at least, that's what the late king said.

That king had passed away, along with his wife. The reasons for their death was unknown to commoners, and even the royal guards. But that didn't matter, there was an heir to the throne—Eren Jaeger. And when he'd finally turn twenty, the throne was all his.

As for the Ackermans, or at least what remained of them, they couldn't care less about royalty… at least two of them seem very disinterested. For years ever since the 'Ackerman cleansing' (as what people called their wipe-out.), they had continued their lives as per 'normal'—committing crimes in place of those who feared to dirty their hands. It was ironic, how their supposed loyal customers would turn against them, supporting the cleansing of them, and yet come crawling to them to kill someone or whatever.

It didn't matter. That was how life always was for them.

"Do we have any jobs today? I rather… finish it off quickly." A raven asked, as she glanced over to her brother who was sharpening a knife. "Yes we do, in a while. I take it that you already know the background of the situation?" He had responded. The way they talked about killing in such a casual way was nothing new, it was all they knew.

"Yeah… is he coming back today?"

"Most likely. Kenny finishes his job with no delays. Although, I wish he would be late. His presence is shitty."

"You know, he's our boss, you sho—"

"Mikasa, sister, we both know we hate him."

Mikasa heaved a heavy sigh, knowing that that was something she couldn't argue with her brother. "I know, Levi, but you know what happens if we disrespect him in front of his face."

"Yeah, he makes us spill more blood, commit more crimes than necessary. Riskier crimes. Amazing, isn't he? Did I forget to mention he tried to kill us more than once?" Levi scoffed sarcastically, before he lifted his knife, taking a glance of its sharpness. Mikasa only responded with a simple nod, muttering something inaudible as she turned away from her brother and made her way to check her weapons. Catching a glance of her, Levi noticed a tinge of pain stinging her.

It was always this way. Despite both of their monotonous looks, they both knew behind their individual unseen masks, was an infinite amount of pain and guilt that they both learnt to supress. In the first place, who with a sane mind would want to kill? At least, not them. Although, even with all the guilt they felt, they continued with the bloody path set for them, knowing that deterring away from it was not an option.

"You alright?" Levi managed to ask, as he set his knife down and approached his sister. "You know I'm not. And you know the reason." Mikasa responded, before turning to Levi. Her monotonous look remained, her guard was still up for the most part. Yet, Levi noticed just a little bit of her vulnerability slipping out. A vulnerability that only he was permitted to see. He was the only one Mikasa could fully trust, the same went for Levi with her. They only had each other after all. As for Kenny, he was nothing but trouble.

"I'll be there. Don't worry. It's not a solo mission. Kenny knows better to assign you to one again." Levi sighed, "But you have to eventually learn how to control it better, Mikasa. Even if we are fated to be monsters forever, we should at least keep a low profile of it."

Little was known about Ackerman history and its background, it was an unknown to everyone on how the Ackermans had impeccable strength and how they were able to carry out such crimes in a ruthless way. Even Levi and Mikasa knew very little of their family's history thanks to Kenny. The information about their heritage was kept to a minimum for whatever reason.

One thing both of them knew very well, however, was the bloodlust that hid in their veins, waiting to bite.

Levi managed to gain control of it… at least, more than Mikasa. The last time he had let his bloodlust get the best of him was many years ago. Even so, the suppression of such corrupted desires were more difficult than it looked. It was unknown to them why such corrupted desires were hard to control, as unfortunate as it was. Levi had managed to attain a balance between such desires, for the most part at least. As for Mikasa, it wasn't the same.

Levi still recalled how disastrous her first solo mission turned out. She was meant to kill one person, just one. But as if something had snapped in her, she went on a rampage, and started a well-known massacre in the underground district. The raven had killed before, so she couldn't comprehend the reason for her sudden 'outbreak'. Kenny later explained that it was just some form of 'puberty' Ackermans went through—it sounded more of a lame excuse from the whole truth though.

Fortunately, Levi had later came to her rescue, managing to tame the monster within her before snatching her back to the grimness of the shadows to hide. Thankfully, Levi knew this massacre wouldn't spread all too much—he knew how the royalty and surface dwellers resented associating themselves with the underground district since it was an area stereotyped for its brutal crimes. Ackermans didn't like the spotlight all too much after all, and the last thing Levi wanted was an investigation to be conducted by the royal guards who were much more meticulous and a hassle than regular guards and the people on patrol.

Although the underground had a higher probability of crimes breaking out in comparison to the surface, there were still people residing there who wished to lead a peaceful life—but their social and economic status said otherwise.

Levi still remembered the look she had when he removed her mask once they reached the safety of their hideout—their home. Her obsidian orbs had shifted into a darker shade, and although it was hard to see her pupils, he swore they were in slits, and he swore that her irises perhaps contained a little tinge of blood-red. Was that how he looked like when his bloodlust got to him too?

He wasn't sure, nor could he care. He was more concerned for Mikasa—who was only thirteen during then, during her first bloodlust outbreak.

"I don't get it! Why must we kill?!" She once screamed before shedding tears. Levi comforted her, but he didn't answer her question. He couldn't, because he didn't know the exact answer himself. He just knew that there was no escape from killing nor the bloodlust that had the possibility of consuming them whole if not supressed appropriately. He remembered his first 'outbreak' and how he failed to control it, it was a chilling memory, at the same time he recalled the wicked and disgusting satisfaction he felt from watching red liquid ooze from the corpses. Since then, he began to discipline himself to control it better— but he knew that wouldn't be enough to prevent future outbreaks. On the bright side, he hadn't had an outbreak for quite a long while. Although, there were times where he didn't mind succumbing to become a monster, but there were still… things and people that held his sanity together.

Unfortunately, unlike him, Mikasa struggled much more in controlling and containing.

The following day, Mikasa erased and numbed herself of any guilt considering Kenny came back from his other 'business' trip. She knew better to show any signs of weakness in front of him.

After Kenny found out about Mikasa's little incident, he initially shrugged it off, thinking nothing much of it. He assumed after her first 'outbreak', she would be able to control it better, considering that's how it went for all Ackermans.

He sent her to another solo mission, and the results were the same—a bloody mess that drew in too much unwanted attention. He shrugged it off again, sending her off for another solo mission on and on again receiving the same results until he came to the conclusion that Mikasa had… issues. Long story short, he wanted to keep a low profile, he didn't want any unnecessary attention or future customers to be slaughtered.

Moreover, it would just take one mess up from an Ackerman who lacked senses and control when the bloodlust took over to reveal everything, their identity included. Hence, he forbade Mikasa to do any mission solo for now. At least with Levi to watch over her during their missions, the chances of her going completely out of spiral was lower since he would be there to bring her back to her senses. There was something about Levi that made Mikasa calm, perhaps it was because he was the only one who she could call family. Kenny was only her biological uncle, nothing more or less.

Back in the present, Mikasa eyes trailed towards her palms, where she envisioned blood stained on them, again. "Why can't I control it…?" Mikasa mumbled. Ever since Mikasa found out about how uncontrollable her bloodlust was, she had given up any hopes of leading a normal life. When her emotions spiralled, anything trivial can trigger her bloodlust to take action, and the last thing she wanted to do was harm any more lives than appointed to. At least now, after years of training and discipline taught by Levi, she got better at handling it, though she still had those moments where she came close to starting another massacre. Well, on the more positive side of things, there were less things triggering her outbreak… more or less.

"Mikasa." Levi whispered, before gripping her shoulder in a reassuring manner. "It'll be okay. I'm here. I won't allow things to get out of hand."

Mikasa flashed a little smile, "Thank you." She murmured before standing up. "I just wish I could control it as well as you do." She continued silently, speaking too quiet for Levi's ears to catch. But before he could ask her to repeat her words, she grabbed both their masks resting on the table. She tossed Levi his, before wearing hers. "Let's get this done and over with."

Before anything else, Mikasa grabbed her cloak and necessary weapons before leaving immediately, lurking in the shadows. Levi sighed, following after swiftly.

The lives that the Ackermans took weren't necessarily innocent ones. They never were, and according to what Kenny told them, the Ackermans never took the lives of the innocence, unless their bloodlust got the best of them. Normally, after an Ackerman's first bloodlust-takeover, they'd be quick to control and adapt on their next kill. But that wasn't the case for Mikasa. He never explained why.

Before Mikasa's first bloodlust takeover, she had done all her kills swiftly, no flaws whatsoever. Kenny was amused at how quick she learnt to kill with skill, she was a fast learner just like Levi, if not, faster. That amusement didn't last long after he realised Mikasa's lack of control when it came to her bloodlust, but rather than disappointed he was more agitated and frustrated.

The lives that Ackermans often took were beyond corruption, at least that's what Kenny claimed. But at this point, both Mikasa and Levi were uncertain if he was just spouting flat lies—but even if he did, what could they do?

Levi had once thought about escaping Kenny's control, but he had to grudgingly admit, Kenny was a formidable opponent who wouldn't let them leave so easily, especially when they were the last known remaining bloodline of the Ackermans. The last thing Levi wanted was to endanger his sister's life if they were to get caught escaping.

Killing Kenny was an option, but that was anything but easy. Sure, both Levi and Mikasa were strong. But Levi knew even with an unfair fight with two against one, they probably stood no chance against him, their mentor. Kenny taught everything they knew, but not everything he knew.

"Levi, we're here." Mikasa whispered.

The lives the Ackermans took weren't necessarily innocent ones. But, in this life, were there anyone truly pure? Humans are humans, they are bound to commit a crime or a sin, whether it be trivial or not. So, doesn't that mean no one's innocent?

The Ackermans can and will take anyone's life, is what outsiders said, and it's what Levi unfortunately and reluctantly had to agree.

"I'll deliver the kill. You just stay on a look-out." Levi murmured.

That night, they were sent to kill the guy who owned a well-known weaponry shop that Levi would often purchase his equipment from, at a very unreasonable price, and his crimes that he committed were unreasonable as well.

"But you delivered the kill last time… I know you don't like me dirtying my hands. I know you want to protect me. But it's only fair, I'm not little anymore." Mikasa silently argued.

"Mikasa. Now's not the time to argue. We agreed on thi—"

"You agreed, not me."

Levi resisted an agitated groan, his tone grew grimmer, sterner. Even if he was soft to Mikasa, it didn't mean he wasn't strict with her. "Mika—"

But before he could finish his sentence, Mikasa immediately pulled him aside before shushing him. The sound of footsteps were approaching towards their direction. Both Mikasa and Levi readied themselves, gripping tightly onto their knives. However, a familiar voice echoed the alleyway that caused them to loosen up their grip, but tense their shoulders.

"It's just me yer' little shits."

Taking a peek, they saw Kenny. Kenny Ackerman.

"I got bored and handled yer' business. I would say I pity that old guy but he abused his wife, to the extent his daughter called out to us! Hah! That's a first in a long time." Kenny cackled.

Levi narrowed his eyes, Mikasa slowly approached him after Levi. All three had their masks on, and were prepared to flee should anyone catch them in the shadows. "What are you doing here?" Levi scowled. Kenny scoffed, "Not even a hello to yer' dear beloved Uncle? I'm offended. I thought I taught y'all manners."

Levi rolled his eyes. Mikasa simply looked away. "And my dear beloved niece can't look me in the eye. Ah, no matter. I don't have much time. I gotta' return to my business soon. I have a new job for you. Actually, a solo mission. For my favourite niece."

Mikasa tensed, Levi growled lowly. Kenny smirked, and continued before they could oppose, "It's on the surface. And, congratulations, for the first time in decades or centuries, my dear niece, your mission involves the royal family!"

Both of them widened their eyes, and Levi was the first to speak, "I'm not allowing it."

"Did you forget who I am, Levi?" Kenny hissed, Levi clenched his fist. He hated that he didn't exactly had any power over him. He didn't wish to start a fight with him, he knew better, he knew the consequences of losing to him. Kenny proceeded to approach Mikasa, towering over her. Mikasa bit her lip, in agitation and fright. She recalled her opposing Kenny once, and the consequence for that left her traumatised.

"You told us Ackermans don't accept requests regarding the royal family. And you instructed me specifically not to do any solo missions." Mikasa retorted slightly, suppressing her fear. "I did say that. But it's time for a change. Something yer' rascals won't understand." Kenny then removed and threw some documents towards them as he began to summarize the context of the situation. "Your identity will be Mikasa Azu. You're from Oriental royalty. Seduce the prince or somethin', because this particular important customer wants information regarding—"

"Seduce?!" Levi interrupted, and just from his tone, it was clear the male was livid and disgusted at such an outrageous idea. "You—"

Before Levi could continue, Kenny took out a knife and was quick to place its tip against Levi's neck, applying a little pressure on it as a threat. "Yer' know better than to shout, didn't I teach yer' that? Ackermans despise unwanted attention." Kenny scoffed, even with his mask on, Levi could feel an eerie smile spreading on his lips. After a tensed moment, Kenny retracted the knife and began to speak, "I'm feeling generous today even after yer' little temper tantrum. If Mikasa permits, yer' can accompany her. There's a reason why I don't want yer' to follow but oh well. Whatever happens up there, it's y'all fault." Kenny commented, but Levi and Mikasa knew this wasn't an act of generosity, but more of the fact he didn't want Mikasa to suddenly go mad in the middle of town, up on the surface where security was much, much higher.

"This special mission has no room for mistakes. If one of yer' messes up…well…" He proceeded to take out a knife, a different knife. The knife he used to kill their victim. It was stained with fresh, crimson blood.

He waved it in front of Mikasa's face. Mikasa flinched, but nothing more happened. "Seems like yer' getting better at controlling yer' bloodlust. A taunt like this after ya first outbreak made yer' go mad after your first outbreak. Pft. Teenagers and puberty. Then again, yer' still go cuckoo mad on your lil' shitty bad days when yer' kill." He teased harshly, Mikasa bit back a scowl. "But don't give me that look my beloved niece." He scoffed.

"All the information in those documents. I have other shit to deal with now." With that, Kenny turned and began to walk off. Although, he halted mid-way, turning towards them one last time. "Y'all both better scurry off now." The masked male then disappeared in the shadows.

Mikasa and Levi turned to each other, but before they could open their mouth and say anything else, they heard more footsteps coming, loud voices talking over one another about some racket going on. Ackermans never liked unnecessary attention, because any attention they received was for the worst, so both of the remaining Ackermans quickly fled.

As the Ackerman siblings hid in the shadows while they fled, at the corner of Mikasa's eye, she saw a group of people crowding over something. She then spotted a corpse laying outside the weaponry shop. She then noticed the people grieving, for the weaponry shop owner seemed like a jolly fella who didn't deserve an early demise. But then, she saw a little girl with her mother, crying—not out of despair, but rather out of joy, as if they were free.

Freedom was something Mikasa couldn't even dream of.

"Don't look." Levi chided quietly, "That isn't our mess that we had forgotten to clean."

Mikasa nodded, facing back front as they continued to sprint to their hideout. Deep down, the raven haired female knew that the mess Kenny purposely left wasn't because he suddenly desired the spotlight, but to serve as a reminder to both of them. A reminder of their inescapable fate and bloody path they were forced to walk and the consequence that he would inflict on them should they fail.

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