Sunshine beaming its tense ray at your face making you squirm and roll around where you lied. A scowl formed at the thought of getting up. You really wanted to sleep in today, you knew you couldn't. Maybe another five minutes wouldn't hurt? You turned your back towards the sunshine, snuggling in deeper into the icy floor. Something strange lied on top of you. Peeping an eye open, you saw the unknown's jacket.
“I don’t remember bringing this with me,” you thought to yourself. "Well, whoever left this. I'll be sure to thank them."
The sound of heavy breathing was known to be heard. You shot your eyes open, searching for the culprit awakening you from your sleep. Only to find a sleeping Corporal. He looked kind and gentle. Every inch of him, he looked beautiful. The way his raven hair glistened in the sunlight, how his skin looked so soft, and the way his chest heaved in and out after every breath. You couldn't help to stare at him so contentiously. Catching glimpses of him wiggling the tip of his nose. It made you giggle.
Breaking your contact from him. With full realization, all this time of being confused about your feelings towards him. You really did have something towards him. It felt true.
You heard him rustle in his sleep. Quickly playing sleeping, you heard him grunt as he stretched before rising up from the ground. Rivaille shot a quick glance at you. Turning his heel towards the door, closing it quietly enough for you to not awake you. You squinted an eye open after he was long gone in sight. It seemed like a great timing to hurry yourself to get dressed and report right on time to impress him.
Rising up from where you were, you ran your fingers through your hair for no tangles in sight. To then smoothing your white shirt for no wrinkle. Pounding footsteps marched its way towards your direction. It caught your attention, once the door flew open.
Two strange men stood underneath the doorway.
“Eh? Who the hell is this?” The bulged man asked his partner.
“Hell if I know, but look at this. She ain’t wearin’ pants, heh. You know what I’m thinkin?” The other with a bit of gruntyness in his voice, replied
“Well, there ain’t nobody around so yeh. Let’s do it.” The deep, voice stranger chuckled as he and the other began to unzip their pants.
Your eyes gleamed with a wave of fear. The two men began to head in your direction, daring to do their perverted actions. It was hopeless to pick up a fight. Two against one. It didn't hurt to try though. You quickly jumped up from where you were sitting, standing in a guarding position. Clutching your fists tight, arms positioned correctly. Shielding yourself from those demons.
"Ain't that cute." The bulged man let out a howling laugh. "She thinks she can defeat us."
“Listen here kid, we'll make this quick,” The man with the grunty voice spoke grimly, pulling out a pocket knife, pointing it towards you. “Put up a fight, whatever. You won't end up pretty either way. It's your choice kid."
Rage ran through your veins. You needed to come up with a plan, quick! Your eyes shooting between the two men. Mentally drowning yourself in the sea of thoughts that ran through your head. Sweat ran from your temple down your chin. You got it!
A disgusted smirk tugged on the edge of your lips, dropping down your guard. "Sure, do whatever you want, you filthy pig." You hissed at them. "I'm unarmed. Cornered. There's no hope of me to survive."
The two men shot a glance at each other, one cocking his head back as a sign. The armed man hide his pocketknife into the ends of his sleeves. Devilish grins were detected.
One of the men quickened his pace towards you. Yanking you by the arm, wrapping his arm around by the waist tightly. You could feel his nails dig into your flesh, bruises would form. His other hand reached it way towards your shirt, unbuttoning it. One by one. The other man kept watch on your moves and any other that would dare interrupt their fun.
You crinkled your nose at their hygiene. Alcohol and sweat. Disgusting. You turned your head away as he began to forcefully trail his lips down your neck. This was the right moment. You lifted your hand up to lift his face up to yours, smiling sweetly at him. Lips inches away from touching, supporting your hands on either side of his shoulder. You could see his eyes closing in to the kiss.
You forcefully yanked him down, kneeing him harshly in the face. Sending a hard blow with your elbow down to his back, knocking the air out of him. He dropped down to his knees, coughing out blood. This gave you an opportunity to make a run for it.
"You bitch!" You heard his partner shout at you as he ran towards you. Your getaway was a couple of steps away, all you needed to do was jump over the railing and you were home free. Turning on your heel, you took a couple of steps. Cold hands wrapped around your ankle, yanking you face down.
The impact you had reached when your chin hit the floor. It stunned your entire body. Weakening and loosing all your strength. You laid still, your breathing was ragged and shallow. Roughly you were yanked down underneath the strong man. You winced in pain. His hips piercing into yours as he straddled you. He lashed out his pocketknife, pointing straightly at your neck.
Leaning his head in to the crook of your neck, near your hear. He whispered. “Nobody’s gonna save you now."
You clamped your jaws together from screaming for help. The outcome of that could be worse. You decided to stay still. Your mantled body laid with gooseflesh as you gagged at the nauseating odor of the man weighting himself on you and the stink of fear. Splotches of darkness were fully aware in your sight.
The man began to snake his hands down to your thigh, where his fingers brushed against your skin. He smirked in grimace. "I got you right where I wanted you." He deeply spoke.
Through the nauseating pain and darkness. Chills racked you sweat-soaked, fiery body impeding her to stop him from his actions. You gulped down your pride as you were to weak to move. It was this again. This nightmare was happening again. You clutched your eyes tightly as your prepared yourself for the worst.
All at once, the door bolted open. Rivaille stood underneath. Deeply disgusted and displeased for he had seen. Rage of fury was noticeable in his eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“What are you filthy pigs think you’re doing?” He snapped at the two of the men, demanding for an instant explanation.
The two men stood quiet and halted in their actions. They didn't dare make a move. You lifted your weary head up a bit to get a better view of Rivaille. Tears filled your eyes in humiliation. You sank back defeated onto the floor. Biting down on your lip to surpass sobs.
Meanwhile as Rivaille stood still, growing impatient every second that past. His anger swelling up.
“Well Cadets, God gave you a mouth didn’t he? Don’t you know how to use it?” He spoke demandingly.
Quietly between the two men shot another look at each other. The man straddling did the same action he did before, cocking his head back towards the other. Your eyes grown wide as you saw his partner who stood guard lunged forwards to Rivaille. His fist was locked tight, ready to aim at your superior.
Rivaille reacted quickly. Ducking underneath his punch, he kicked him in the stomach. Digging his knee into the man’s face over and over again then elbowing him down before he fell to his knees. Rivaille connected the sole of his boot to the sensitive parts of the body, mostly aiming for chest and face. Drawing so much blood from his victim. Rivaille got a little tired of having his fun from his victim, finally sending him a harsh kick to the neck. His victim fell back, defeated and unconscious.
You felt the man’s weight loosen from on you. He was left strucked in amazement for when he saw what happened to his partner. You could see his anger towards Rivaille by the way he gripped his knife tightly in his grasp, his teeth gritting. He removed himself off of you to face Rivaille. Shooting daggers at each other when sight was locked in contact between the two. You tried crawling your way to the edge of the rail, resting your tired body off.
Movements were under watch by the two. The armed man got tired of waiting for Rivaille to throw the first punch. He quickly ran forwards to Rivaille, aiming his knife towards his chest.
Rivaille’s flared opened. He grabbed the stronger man by the wrists, using all his force to keep him away from you. As he was doing this, the stronger man leaned forward onto Rivaille. Rivaille sank down on his back, still holding him by the wrists. He jumped from his position, kicking forwards towards the man’s shins, sending him tumbling forward in your direction. You were petrified. Rivaille pushed himself up into a stance. Rivaille started to send more fierce kicks to the lower part of his legs. The man dropped down to one knee as pain rushed into his system.
You breathed heavily as you tried rising from where you rested, wincing throughout the way. You weren’t going down so easily. Pushing from the stinging palms of your hands, you quickly got up. Using the very last of your strength, clutching your teeth tightly as you stomped down at his back. This sent you back to your exempt state. Rivaille looked at you in bewilderment for your actions. Honestly, thinking you didn’t have that side towards you.
For your actions, your predator drained blood from his body. His grip loosened at the edge of his knife. Rivaille sent a blow upwards from the sole of his boot to the man’s chin underneath, cocking his head backwards in the movements. More blood was shed. Afterwards on such impact he sent towards the man, he gripped tightly onto his hair. Pulling him towards him, sending a thrust at his head to connect at the others.
Riviaille’s victim shot down defeated. Air was knocked out of his lungs, his back ached and withered with pain, while as his vision began to fade out. He couldn’t go on anymore.
As for Rivaille, he took this an opportunity to unarm him and use it against him. Only inches away from his throat.
“Sorry, I came in and ruined your precious moment of making love to one of my soldiers. I can always make it up to you by serving you hot titan date with Hanji’s pets.” Rivaille stoically stated. “So here’s the deal, pack your things and report immediately to Eyebrow’s office. If I see that you didn’t follow my orders, I will have some fun, making your life a living hell. Trust me, Eyebrows won’t be too happy either for what he gets a hold of. So, you better shift your asses out of my legion as soon as possible. Is that clear?”
“Y-yes..” The man ghastly replied.
Rivaille removed the weapon off his throat, tucking it in nicely into his pocket of his jacket. You could make out through the creases of your eyes of Rivaille’s face. His lips were in a tight line, the corner of his mouth was tugged into a frown. He stooped down to your height, grabbing a hold of your hand. His hands were warm and cupped yours in perfectly. His other hand dug underneath you and hoisted you to your feet. Pulling your arm through to around his shoulder. You felt tired. Rivaille stared in you.
“Cadet [Last], are you alright?” Rivaille said with a faint of concern in his voice.
“I guess, haha.” You sputtered.
No one said a word afterwards.
“I’m sorry for disappointing you,” you said sincerely, clutching his jacket tightly. Rivaille’s face softened, taken a dazed by your words.
“You didn’t disappoint me. I know you’re strong and smarter enough of letting yourself get handled so easily.” Rivaille replied.
“Thank you, Corporal.” you mouthed.
A word wasn’t spoken afterwards. Rivaille’s hands snaked around your curvy form, before picking you up bridal style. You felt your heart flutter and your cheeks turn warm for his actions and those words said to you.
He was truly something.
“Well Cadet [Last], I’ll leave you alone to get dressed. After you’re done changing, report to me in the dining area.” Rivaille said. “Sorry to say, that’ll you be getting punishment for sneaking in the middle of the night. Report after you’re done with your chores.”
Rivaille stepped aside as he headed out towards the door. He halted in his steps as he was about to turn around the corner to face you, “Oi, don’t let this happen again. Also, kindly do me a favor. Next time you wonder off in the middle of the night, put some pants on.” And with that he was off.
Profoundly shocked by having the Corporal be the one to see you in your panties. Once you heard the door snap shut behind you, you sighed. Spinning on your heel, you sat yourself down on the bed to put your pants on, then followed by your boots on. Great, now your shirt was stained and wrinkled. You’ll have to wash this one later on. You grabbed your cleanly fresh one, pulling it through your arms and buttoning it. You fixed your hair, letting it loose. Instead of having it in a bun as usual. There you were done, now time to clean.
You headed out of his dorm and walked down the hall in an upright pace. After a while walking, you reached the dining area. [E•c] eyes hovered around the room to spot Rivaille. Finding some of your trainee friends, Connie, Jean, Sasha and Armin. You felt someone standing from behind, you turned around. A, there he was.
“Your chores will be to wash my jacket clean, bring it neatly folded. Second, scrub and broom down the floors and windows of this room. Don’t slack off. That will be all for today.” Rivaille said.
You let out a small groan as your response.
“No complaining, now get going.” He said, spinning his heel to walk towards the stairs to the upper floor to give the cold stare to the other soldiers and receive their orders.
Well at least, it was better than doing combat training. You eyed your friends as they were busy talking amongst themselves. Jean spotted you. His eyes glistened as he saw your hair down. It was a rare moment for everyone to see your with your hair down. He formed his original cocky smile, lifting a hand to wave at you. Connie and the other were distracted by this. Guided from Jean’s eyes, they saw you. They stood in amazement.
Jean pasted through them to walk over to you with a smirk. You chuckled and rolled your eyes, resting a hand on your hip.
“Hey munchkin, do you know what my mom once told me?” Jean asked.
“She told me that I shouldn’t talk to pretty girls, like you, or else I’d turn into a statue.” Jean said casually. “In fact, I feel like I’m turning pretty hard right now.” Waggling his eyebrows.
You scoffed, wobbling your lip before bursting out laughing. Playfully striking a not so harsh punch at his arm. “You big idiot. What am I going to do without you?” You replied friendly.
“I don’t know, you tell me.” Jean rubbed his arm at the spot of where you punched him.
“Well~” You replied teasingly. “I woul-“
“OI! Hands off her Jean!” Connie shouted. “Suddenly flirting with her, eh? That’s a starters.”
A small chuckle escaped your lips as you yanked Connie and Jean from around the shoulder, bringing them close to you. “Stop fighting you two dorks.”
Armin and Sasha then joined in. They wore bright smiles on their faces, happy enough to see you. You mouthed a ‘hello’ at them two. Releasing your arms from around Connie and Jean. You looked around the room to see if Rivaille wasn’t around to scold you.
“Hey [First], why do you have your hair loose?” Armin asked.
“Yeah why do you?” Connie joined in.
“Is it to impress a certain someone? Ehh~?” Sasha jumped on the bandwagon, playfully nudging you while waggling her eyebrows.
You looked at the both of them, letting a sigh out. Entangling a finger around your piece of your hair. “No reason, I guess. I mean I have to let down my hair sometime, right? And no~ Nobody.”
“You should let it down all the time, it looks beautiful.” Jean murmed quietly under his breath, casting his eyes away from you. You could see his cheeks flushing brightly.
“Oh, you look really pretty with your hair down.” Sasha exclaimed. Armin and Connie nodded their heads in agreement.
“Aw shucks you guys.” You said blushing, rubbing your forearm. “I wish I could stay and talk, but I need to get going or else my boss is going to kill me! I’ll see you all at dinner!”
You turned on your heel and ran off to do your chores. Everyone looked in amazement and smiled happily at you for your “new” look. Maybe you should leave it like that. It really did boast up your self-esteem. You sighed. Today may have started out badly, but one thing after another keeps resulting into something positive.