"Clean the floor, again."

The fifth time.

"Clean this again."

Eight time.

"Do you not know how to use the mop? Clean this shit, again."

Twelfth time.

"What are you brats doing? Why can't you get it right? Mop this part again, its filthy!"

Sixteenth.

I gritted my teeth, hard. How many times do we have to clean this kitchen?! We've been redoing it for sixteen times! And we are now on our seventeenth! Hell, I swear that SHORTY'S over compulsiveness is just an act to hide his sadistic side! He probably enjoys watching us redo and redo and redo the whole cleaning in this filthy(according to him) kitchen!

I inhaled sharply trying to calm my nerves. I swear after this redo, again, if he ever say to redo it, again, I might strangle him. To death.

I don't care if he's humanity's strongest, I've already had enough. I mean, can't he even give us a ten minute break or something? I can't fucking feel my knees anymore.

"Lucy, calm down." I heard Eren said gripping my shoulder lightly. "You're already red from fuming too much."

"Tch, how can you be so calm Eren? Aren't you tired? Or hungry? Or angry?! Just like me?!" I snapped, swatting away his hand.

"Woah there. Lucy, I am tired, I am hungry and well a little angry. But what can we do? HE's the Corporal." Eren shrugged, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"So you're a masochist, huh?" I grumbled angrily. I turned my back to him and continued scrubbing the goddamn filthy floor.

"What?" I heard Eren asked but did not bother to answer him or clarify my statement further.

After some time we finally finished cleaning, again. And probably that fucking shorty will pop up anytime now, to ridicule or hopefully approved our cleaning.

Leaning my head to the nearest wall, I sighed and closed my eyes. Ugh, I'm sooooooo tired. I don't even know what time it is anymore. All I remembered is that after waking up this morning, probably at 6 am, we already started to clean this filthy kitchen. I looked out of the window at my right, the sun is already setting down. Wow, how many hours has it been?

I heard steps coming from outside of the kitchen. Finally, the God of Cleanliness and Bleach is here.

He stopped at the entrance and frowned, not that he wasn't frowning when he got here. Just that, he frowned more when he scanned the kitchen (if that's even possible).

"Tch, you brats are fucking useless. This is still filthy as shit. What were you doing this whole time? Putting shits in here instead of cleaning the shits?" He clicked his tongue again as he leaned down and rubbed his finger to the floor, and looked at whatever he got from the already spotless floor with a disgusted face.

I gripped the mop that I've been holding since this morning, hard. Then harder, and harder.

Snapped.

I stood up and glared at the Corporal.

"Oi, give us a break shorty." I looked right to the corporal's eyes. And he actually looked surprised from my sudden cold sentence. With the added insult. But he quickly recovered and frowned again.

Gasps were heard around the room. I actually forgot that my fellow cadets are still there. Even though I did said "us" in my statement.

"Huh? What did you said, brat?"

"Give us a break, SHORTY."
Another set of gasps were heard. And I think it was Armin who collapsed on his knees and we're uttering words I can't comprehend.

Well, shit. My life will probably end today. And probably in the hands of the short forever frowning Corporal. Tch, so long my life.

I held my glare to the corporal, not minding the fact that I am, indeed, shaking. Though I'm not sure if I was shaking because I am furious or because I am scared as shit.

The Corporal was not saying anything. He was just glaring back at me.

15 seconds.

30 seconds.

45 seconds.

1 minute.

1 minute and 20 seconds.

He smirked. HE FUCKING SMIRKED AT ME.

Like, holy shit. The Corporal smiled. Though I don't really know if a smirk count as a smile.

He took a step. Then another one. And another one, another one, another one then he was right at my face.

"Well, shitty brat, aren't you shitty as shit? Talking back to me like that, huh?" He smirked again but the glare in his eyes DID NOT vanished.

I bit my tongue, holding back my "Fuck YOU" for him.

"Since you look like shit and acts like shit, why don't you clean the stables that smells like shit? This evening. Like now." he took a step back and looked around him. "You brats can take your break, and your supper." He looked back at me and again, gave me his glaring smirk.

"Now, now Steele why aren't you moving? Clean the stables now, that's an order."

"Tch, just wanted to say FUCK YOU CORPORAL."

I think Armin lost consciousness from hearing that because there was a loud "thud" on the floor, and gasps and screams of Armin's name and of course my name.

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And there, HAHAHA. I decided to make this, umm like a three or up to five chapter one shot. You know, just to give its story some kind of justice. Lol wut?

And Armin, always so cuuuuuute losing consciousness like that. ;)

Anyways, hope you enjoyed the cliffhanger i just gave you!!! ;)

P.S I typed this in my Phone so I don't really know what it looks like on the web.

P.P.S I din't know if its possible to glare and smirk at the same time, I tried it and failed miserably. But I think that Corporal Levi can do that tho.