Rapture

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 Mikasa points a gun at Levi, only to find out the damn thing is unloaded.

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The sweat rolling down the side of her temple is enough for her to know that she is anxious. The woman’s arms are shaking in a violent way, a dead give away to her crippling uncertainty.

She is unsure of how she manages to meet the perpetrator’s obsidian eyes.They are dark gray now, but appear indigo in the sunlight.

“Don’t come any closer,” she warns him when he takes a cautious step towards her.

“Mikasa,” he starts, his voice velvety, “careful where you point that thing.”

“Don’t,” she insists when he risks another step.

“You can beg better than that,” he sneers.

It is only when she cocks the gun does he freeze.

“If anything, you should be begging,” the oriental sneers back, her tone dipped in venom.

“And for what price?” The man asks.

He trails his eyes over her body. The sparkling gown on her is snug fitting in all the right places.

“One that you will never get,” she whispers, countering his suggestive answer.

There are tears streaming from her emotional hues and rolling down her cheeks. She can feel her resolve slipping from her figurative grasp.
 

He can not explain why she looks so beautiful like that. The woman is almost always emotionless, save for now…

“I’ve killed men before. I could kill you, Levi.”

Levi is quiet for a second. “You say you can kill me,” he murmurs, “but your body says otherwise.”

“Shut up,” she snarls, “Shut up! SHUT UP!”

“You wouldn’t kill a man you still love, Mikasa,” he challenges her.

She brings a hand to cover her mouth, as a weak attempt to smother a pained sob. The gun in her shaking grip wavers. There is sadness in her body language, but the rage she possesses can still be seen in her expression. The vengeance she seeks from him, to be exact.

“Just try me,” she threatens, sounding somewhat recovered.

The gun moves so that it aligns with her eye level.

Levi shut his eyes, ready for the gates of Hell to welcome him. Much to his astonishment, the only thing he hears is a flat click. He risks a glance at his damsel in distress, and sees that she is just as lost.

Mikasa pulls the trigger again, and then a third time. Finally, mortifying realization hits her hard, followed by a wave of regret.

She can barely register what is happening when a hand slaps the weapon out of her grasp. The other grabs her non dominant arm, twisting it behind her back, and pushing her face first onto the bed behind her.

“My, my…how the tables have turned,” he teases her, climbing on top of her.

Levi shifts, flipping her over so that she has no choice but to face him.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you planned all of this,” he hisses into her ear.

When she refuses to answer him he treads his fingers into her lustrous hair, bringing a lock to his nose and sniffing it.

“You smell like roses,” he breathes.

Speechless by his words, Mikasa can only stare at him. She had expected him to put up a fight for trying to shoot him.

Levi tilts his head and leans in, so that his ear rests on her chest. He can hear her heart pulsating faster than usual. She feels so warm, too.

“Nothing to say?” Levi mocks, lifting his head.

She sees his mouth twitching into a half smile. The sight is enough for her to think of a clever response. One that will win back her pride that was shredded earlier by her ‘little’ mishap.

But all the curse words she plans on brandishing him with stay in her throat the moment he brushes his nose against hers. He looks at her before closing his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering as if to agitate her skin.

“Irksome—s-shorty,” she stutters, a defiant but thinning gleam in her slanted hues.

He stills at her name calling, the air surrounding them tanking several degrees.

“Do you love me?” he finally inquires.

She moves her head to the side in response, remaining tight lipped. The movement makes his eyes narrow with worry.

“Well?” Levi pries.

He presses his lips against her ear, kissing it tenderly and lingering there for a moment. She gasps, taken off guard by his simple, yet gentle actions.

“Why did you leave me?” she questions in the end, her vocals returning.

He stiffens. “I did it because I love you.”

“I don’t understand”

“I was just trying to protect you.”

“You should have said something,” she pointed out.

“I’m sorry.”

Levi cups her face, wrapping his lips around her own and dismissing her meek protests as the dark haired woman slowly succumbs to him. The hands that push at his clothed chest cease from moving as her body relaxes. He tastes like cigarettes and whisky, a bitter combination. She loves it.

“I forgive you,” she intones, sighing when his fingertips graze her hip. They move in slow circles.

“You’re taking this rather well,” he states.

Mikasa hooks a leg around his lower back, whimpering at the way he drags his tongue from her collarbone to her jawline, reveling at its sweltering moistness.

“A bit too well,” she agrees, her hand inching away from the nape of his neck.

It moves to where her thigh is, onto a combat knife that is held in place by her pantyhose. This goes unnoticed by her lover, who is sucking her lower lip, eliciting another moan from her.

She brings the blade of the knife near his side, debating the location of his kidney. He, unaware of her intention, grabs her wrist and brings it back to his hair.

Mikasa is fast enough to ease the weapon from one hand to another, breathing in relief for being so unsuspecting. Levi mistakes it has a feverish response, because soon enough the man is tugging at the material of her dress.

The dagger inches closer to his other side. She hesitates.

The memories they created together flood her mind. The first time they had met, she caught him staring at her multiple times. The woman had stomped over to him, snapping at him at how rude it was to stare. He offered her a drink to make up for it, his eyes never breaking contact with her. A long term relationship formed after the whole ordeal, one that was preferred to be secretive for the excitement of it all.

She suspected that he was a bastard that liked to cause trouble, and confirmed it when he left her for unknown reasons.

He left her.

The thought causes her to grip the knife with much more force.

Levi is cupping her sex, squeezing it as she shifts beneath him. He is about to pull her panties down when suddenly, an unexpecting ram of something sharp pierces him, sinking deeper into his insides.

His eyes widen, followed by a bloodcurdling screech that tears from his throat. He pulls back, clutching his side and trying to stop the blood from spurting everywhere.

Mikasa brings her knee to his chest, kicking him off her and onto the floor. He grunts, rolling to side in never ending agony.

She peers at him, her eyes penetrating him.

“Don’t worry, Levi.” He hears her  speak.

He risks a glance at her, at his significant other who stabbed him.

“Unlike me, kidneys are forgiving organs,” she continues.

The oriental pauses. “…You should heal up in no time, but in the mean time just think about what you’ve done.”

“What I’v done?!,” he sputters, anger returning, “I was trying to reunite with you, and then what? You fucking stab me, girl!”

“A rightful outcome,” she jeers, getting up from the blood soaked mattress and walking over to where the gun skidded over to.

Levi props himself on his elbows.“So you’re just going to leave me here?”

“Unless you want me to kill you, but then again you don’t deserve that kind of mercy.”

“Thank you, I just wanted to get the facts straight, you irrational nut case,” he bites back.

Mikasa heads for the door, but her steps falter. She still cares about him, after all.

“Just try not to die, okay?” she advises him.

Within a blink of an eye, Levi looses sight of her.

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