"Mi...kasa?" Eren said, gawking at me as if I was a ghost.

My mouth went agape as my fist struck Eren's chest again. Realizing what I had done, I quickly withdrew my hand from his chest.

Ugh. I can't tell him that I am not Mikasa since I'm already in front of the door, gawking at him. What to do? I racked my brain for ideas but the only thing I could think of is to bite the bullet for this time. Why is the force not with me?

His viridescent eyes stared at me, unable to process anything. His eyebrows were knitted  together in confusion and his eyes gleamed with surprise and disbelief.

"Mikasa?" He said again, pointing his index finger at me. "Is that really you?"

I cursed mentally. What else do I have to say? "Yes. It's me, Mikasa. Now, get out of my way and let me in."

I tried to walk past him but he blocked the doorway with his right arm. 

"Why would I?" He said, defiance edged in his voice. "After all you did? After acting like a possessed bitch and ramming a frying pan to me?" He clenched his fist and touched it to his lip. "Are you here to ruin things between me and Annie? What are you trying to do?"

I shook in fear and also anger. I truly feel sorry for all the shitty things I've done like ramming a pan up your ass(but I thought it was a gun!), Eren but there's no way I'll ruin whatever you have with Annie because what right do I have to do so?

I huffed and crossed my arms. "Look, Eren." I answered, keeping my voice steady. "I'm sorry for all the wrong things I've ever done to you. I'm guilty of it and you can hate me all you want but I assure you, I won't destroy whatever relationship you have with Annie." I stretched out my hand with my palm facing the sky, emphasizing that I really am honest with it. "So please, get out of the way and just let me in this house because I live here."

He didn't say anything and still had his ferocious eyes fixed on me. Its like how a predator eagerly watches his prey. Makes sense that Eren's the one hunting me for his surname means 'hunter' in German. I exhaled, playing with my scarf. 

Eren's so tall now. I thought, unfazed by his powerful gaze. Back then, we had the same height but now, he's way taller than I am. Remembering those things made me smile. 

Eren's stare on me intensified. "What? Why are you smiling?"

I was snapped back to my senses and said a simple 'oh'.

From the house, I heard Annie call for Eren and why Eren's standing by the door. She complained about how the air conditioner's cold would go to waste and that the mosquitoes will get inside and feed on their blood streams. 

Eren turned away to me. "I'll be there in a minute." He replied.

Annie didn't answer back though. 

He turned back to me. "Get out of here." Said he while he gritted his teeth. 

I shrugged. "Why would I?"

He groaned and pushed me away. He pushed me away gently...

"Just go."

Annie popped up under Eren's arm and asked. "What's going on?"

"I-uh..." Eren stuttered.

Annie turned and saw me but she didn't look surprised at all.

"It's just Mikasa, Eren." Annie said, patting his waist. "Don't panic like some crazy kid."

Annie took a few strands of her hair from her face since her bangs kept blocking a huge part of her vision. "Go in Mikasa." She tugged Eren's arm away from the doorpost and pulled me inside. "Just let him be. We both know he's bratty and insufferable, please understand him."

I walked past Eren. "Yeah. I can tolerate him."

Eren didn't follow inside. He just stood there like a statue by the door. 

"Eren, honey." Annie said(which made me cringe). "Aren't you gonna go in?"

Eren shook his head no. "I'll just go home."

Annie blinked. "Okay, just close the door when you leave."

He left and closed the door.

"Have you ate lunch already?" Annie asked me. Wow, she's not even troubled that her lover left. Wow, such heartlessness. 

"No."

"Then let's go eat some."

I ate my lunch with Annie. Martha served some roasted turkey and mashed potatoes. I sliced a bit of turkey and ate it. The turkey was bursting with flavor and black pepper too. I chewed on the piece, thinking about how Martha never runs out of surprises. She always cooked dishes I've never heard of. Also, everything she cooks taste different and out-of-this-world but its still good. 

"Martha," I said, my mouth full of the mushy potatoes. "What's this recipe called?"

Martha sipped on her orange juice. Over the years, Annie convinced Martha so sit and eat with us which made me glad since I finally know she isn't eating human flesh for sustenance. 

"I don't really know. I just like experimenting on dishes." She stated.

"Oh." Annie added. "So this is your own recipe?"

Martha nodded in reply.

With that, we finished our meals and decided to mind our own businesses. Martha cleaned the mess(since she was the maid here) and Annie walked away and I decided to go back to my cave and go emo all over everything.

I sat on my bed, plopping down with my butt. I felt on the covers of my bed and ran my hands to it.

I can't believe Eren and Annie has some...

Ew, how should I say this?

A RELATIONSHIP?

I grabbed a few strands of my hair and scratched my scalp, irritated at my lack of carefulness, forethought, and very irritated about Annie and Eren.

I'm just...just...fucking jealous.

No! It's not that I love Eren, I don't love him. He's just my brother...my foster brother that I whacked with a frying pan years ago. I took away the bandages that wrapped my fingers and grimaced in disgust. I bit one of my remaining nails, standing up and pacing back and forth in the room. 

"No." I muttered, chewing on my nail like a biscuit. "I don't love Eren that way. Why am I so jealous? Who do I love? Hell, am I even capable of doing so?"

I racked my brain, thinking of reasons why I would be jealous. 

I figured one thing but I refused to believe it.

It's just inconceivable. 

Why am I jealous?

Because I love Annie.

I smacked my forehead. 

Why would I love Annie? What reason do I have?

Well, she helped me with all this. She helped me grip the straws when I was starting back to zero. She gave me everything what I am today and I'm referring to the financial support. She kept my secrets in her closet, not letting anyone close to it. Some nights, she hugged me and slept beside me when I had experienced a nightmare.

I closed my eyes, recalling the memory.

I stood in front of Annie's bedroom door, sweaty and shaky. I brushed my forearm on my forehead, wiping off the sweat. I inhaled and knocked on the door.

"Annie?" I said, my voice shaking as I pressed my ear to the wooden surface. "I...I'm..."

The door opened noisily and there she was. Annie Leonhardt stood in front of me, wearing nothing but her loose sleepwear. The moonlight slipping through her bedroom window made her look ghostly. She looked gray and so did her blue eyes. Her hair glowed grayish white. She's an angel lurking in the dark. 

"You're what?" She said, still groggy. "You're pregnant?"

I choked with my own saliva and coughed hard. "Why would I be pregnant? I didn't bang any dude!"

Annie locked her sleepy eyes with mine for a moment and then she turned and shrugged. "The fuck do you want?"

I fidgeted with my scarf(yeah, I used to sleep with my scarf around my neck). "I just had a nightmare and I'm scared..."

Annie stretched, revealing more parts of her thighs. "Yeah and did you get scared shitless? Is that why you're here cos you want to sleep beside me, huh?"

I was offended with what she said but I pushed it aside and nodded. "Yeah."

She yawned and replied. "Fine by me. Just don't rape me. I'm a delicate woman, you know?"

I smacked her head. "Someone who can throw kicks similar to Muay Thai isn't delicate, you dumbass."

She pushed my hand away. "Get out."

"Huh? But I!"

I tried to stop her from closing the door but heck she was triumphant. I pushed against the door with all the might I have in my hands and then the door went shut and I felt tremendous pressure squishing my fingers.

"ANNIE!' I yelled. "YOU GOT MY FINGERS CRUSHED!"

Tears ran down my cheeks as Annie opened the door. 

"I like your fingers." She stated. "Cos they're crushing on me."

I whined, cradling my crushed fingers. "SHUT UP AND GO GET SOME ICE ALREADY."

Such idiocy we shared back then. Annie soon came with the ice, cussing the shit out of me, saying that my fingers are so incompetent since they couldn't bear the weight of the door. I smacked her again and yelled at her more.

Later that night, she allowed me to stay in her room. I snuggled beside her, covering myself with the fragrant blanket. 

"Mikasa." Annie said. 

I turned to face her. "Yes?"

"Nothing."

I turned away and said. "You're such a shitty person."

I heard Annie chuckle and I gasped as I felt her arms snake around my waist as she buried her face on my arched back. My heart wouldn't stop beating fast and it wouldn't stop screaming too. My mind kept on squealing like a castrated pig and my limbs felt numb, it was as if they weren't there. The world, the cruelty, the good, the reality, and the illusion didn't matter that time. It was just me and Annie. She was so close to me, her small body was pressing on my back. It's a lovely feeling, really. Getting hugged by someone you secretly love isn't really a daily happening. 

My heart beat so loudly that it was the only sound playing, drumming in my ears. 

"Goodnight, Mikasa."  She said and the started snoring.

"Goodnight."

My thought were shook away as I heard my phone ringing. I picked it up, annoyed. 

"Yes? Dr. Mika-I mean, Dr. Carissa Bachman here." I bit my tongue, cursing my self for nearly saying 'Mikasa'. Sure, Historia stripped me of my drapes and exposed me but the whole world didn't know about that.

"Doctor." Hitch said over the phone, her voice hushed and low. "Someone's looking for you in the clinic, insisting to see you although I've explained to her countless of times that it's your day off today."

Shit. I wonder who could that be.

"She's so annoying as well. She insisted to see you and told me that she'll kill me if I- HEY!"

I covered my lips with my palm as I heard something that seemed like someone snatched Hitch's phone. On the other end of the line, I heard a faint 'Give it back, you whore!' and it sounded like Hitch. 

"Mikasa." A voice said. It's Historia. "Come out of your hiding place already and face me or else I'll kill this lowlife of a gamer here."

I gritted my teeth and hissed. "Don't you dare do anything to Hitch! If you do anything, I'll get rid of you myself."

"Hoho." She scoffed. "Then get your sorry ass here."

I growled and hung up, running hastily out of the house. I heard Martha call out to me as I rushed out of the door but I didn't turn back and say where I was going, I was too occupied and too scared about the fact that Historia has set foot on my clinic and she might harm Hitch just to trap me. Worst case scenario is, Hitch will get killed for me just to get more ruined than I already am. 

I drove crazy fast all the way to my clinic, my heart beating like an uncontrollable fire and it remained in my ears, probably turning into my permanent background music my whole life.

Hitch isn't part of my bullshit, she shouldn't get hurt. If anything happens to her...then it's my fault.

I gritted my teeth, gripping the wheel, ignoring the searing pain from my fingertips. Tears started to fall and I tried my best to hold back my sob. 

I swear, I won't really let Historia's soul to rest...I'll never.

I parked sloppily in front of the building, praying for Hitch's safety but no matter how I hoped she'll be okay, somewhere in me doesn't assure that everything will be okay. I just know I'll wreck all this and everything I laid a finger on will be wrecked as well and there will be nothing for me to keep.

I pushed the glass door open, sweating wildly. I scanned my surroundings, my head snapping left and right. I huffed as I went for my office and there they were.

Historia was standing with a dirty and smug smile on her face but she had lots of bandages around her. Instead of wearing a shirt, she wore a black cardigan over her bandages. The bloody bandages circled around her chest, ribs, and waist. She looks very weak, there's no way I can't defeat her. I searched for Hitch and I relaxed as I found her cowering in fear, covering her head and hiding under my table.

"Finally here, Mikasa?" She said, clicking her tongue. "I've been waiting for you." She cooed.

I made a fist and replied with a flat and calm voice. "Shut up, you Dutch wife. I've been waiting for the day that I'll rip your head away from your skinny and sorry excuse for a neck, Historia."

Her smile faded and she rolled her eyes in disgust. "Like you can do anything, Mikasa. You're nothing but a murderer." My body went stiff as she said this. How did she know? Or does she even know about it? If she does, how? "I have my sources, Mikasa and also, I don't go to fight unarmed. That would be shameful, a faux pas for me. I was always taught that I shouldn't fail so I shouldn't fail in owning you and squishing every last hope that you hold so dear."

I dashed and aimed a punch on her face but she dodged it and slid down between my legs. I looked over my shoulder. "My, my. Such an annoying rat you are, you pest!" And with that, I pulled one drawer open from my table, hearing Hitch's whimpers. I picked a pair of scissors(the one you use for medical stuff) and ran towards Historia. I would've looked terrifying but Historia wasn't fazed. It was just like she was staring at a murderous Teletubbies.

I brandished my scissors like how Sheele from Akame GA Kill would do. 

"Oooh." She faked a whimpering voice. "So scary. Almost like Sheele."

I licked my lips, wetting them. "So you're a fan of Akame GA Kill, too?"

She nodded. "Yeah, it's so realistic." She fiddled with a few strands of her hair. "Yeah and you know what happened to Sheele after showing off her psychopathic side of hers?" I shook my head. "SHE DIED, DIMWIT! SHE DIED!" Historia roared. "AND THE SAME THING WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TOO, AHAHAHAHA!"

"Come, come, kitty, kitty!" She motioned her index finger to go closer to her.

I ran, gripping the scissors like a sword. I was feeling very murderous and I felt a throbbing feeling in me, telling me that I can do this. I can kill Historia. No, I must kill Historia. 

"Don't you think it's even?" She asked, dodging a jab. "We are both injured but were still fighting like rabid creatures." She paused to catch a breath. "I'm so proud of you, Mikasa."

I slapped her face hard. "Shut up." And then I began pulling on her hair. 

"Let go of me, you!" She thrashed and protested as I squished her with my weight. I set her down my office table, my elbows digging down on her throat. She coughed and retched, spraying some of her saliva to my face. I growled in disgust and wiped it away lightly and then returned her saliva to her by forcing my hand go to down her throat. She began biting my fist in defense but I shoved my fist harder down her throat.

I saw her eyes loll up as she began to lose air and consciousness. I pulled my hand out of her throat, irked at the amount of saliva covering my fingers. I cursed as I saw teeth marks decorating the top of my hand.

I went to Hitch and crouched. "Hey, Hitch." I said. "Come out now, that bitch's knocked out of this world."

Hitch's scared eyes locked with mine. Her eyes were teary and swollen as if she cried for hours. "Doctor..." She whimpered. "I-I..."

"Now, now, Hitch." I spoke soothingly. "I assure you, everything will be fine."

She closed her eyes and nodded. "I believe it will be fine sooner." She smiled and stood shakily.

I smiled back to her. "Now, let's go home-"

"Doctor! Look out!" She yelled as she pushed me aside and my eyes widened as I fell, seeing a bullet embed itself on her chest. Everything seemed to happen slowly. My eyes glued to the scene of Hitch. Her chest bled drastically as the bullet made a hole through her chest. For a split second, she turned to me, her eyes looking hopeful, happy, sad, and wistful. My breath shook as our eyes met and then the next thing I knew, she fell to the floor with a thud, blood parading around her body. 

"NOOOOOO!!!" I screamed and reached out for her body. I turned to Historia and cursed her out. "YOU BITCH! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" I gasped as I saw something in Historia's mouth. It's like a barrel. No, it's a gun. This bitch is so crazy she had a gun in her throat. The bitch looked tired though. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were half-closed.

The gun then clicked and shrunk back to her mouth. 

"Hm." She said. "Maybe we should fight when were both well. Auf wiedersehen, Mikasa." 

She limped away while clutching her throat and I tried to stand up but I couldn't bring my knees to work. Well, I still did have the strength to run but Historia having a gun in her throat will kill me right away. I just stared at Hitch's corpse in horror and cried like the useless bitch I was. I'm so useless. I started to hyperventilate as I crawled my way to Hitch. I cupped her cheek, which was going cold. Tears bubbled in my eyes and I blinked and let them go. 

"Hitch..." I coughed. "No..."

hey, guys. so far, this is the longest chapter I've written in this book. and for the peeps who didn't watch or finish Akame GA Kill yet, I'm sorry if I spoiled you lel

But sorrynotsorry