Mysterious.

Stubborn.

Emotionless.

A pain in the a(donkey's butt).

That defined Levi Ackerman. I am still furious about our mission with the Biters. It seriously threw me off. I now get frustrated easily and can't talk to Levi without snapping at him. I got recent news about a new mission for us so I decided to go to the training/gym section of our lovely HQ. I was dressed in a black tank top and leggings as well as black fingerless gloves. I tied my hair back into a ponytail (if you have short hair: pinned back) and combat boots tied to my feet. I grabbed a duffle bag filled with extra clothes and a water bottle.

Levi wasn't at the apartment, not like I cared. I drove to HQ with a bored look. I lazily waved at Faith who flashed me a smile as I passed by. I used my keycard that every worker had and entered the huge gym filled with men. Sweat, blood, and tears filled my nose and I cough in disgust. Scrawny, buff, and average guys were either struggling to lift weights or beating a punching bag. I went to a free punching bag and stared at it in pity as I got ready to release my anger.

I dragged a spare punching bag and set it down nearby before I started. The buff guy next to me stared at the extra bag and then at me. I ignored him as I got into a battle stance. My eyes transferred from bored to anger as I started to punch the bag mercilessly. I started with a right hook, followed by a left hook. Repeating the same pattern for a few minutes. I could see the guy right next to me from the corner of my eye, nudge at his other buff friend before nodding towards me. They chuckled and continued to watch me with amusement. A small smirk crept over my face as I started to do my own little twists.

I went from the pattern to a high side kick. Followed by an uppercut and another kick. I elbowed the bag and did a high kick. A few more punches and then a side kick which made me twirl once. I instantly went back to punching. Each punch getting harder and faster as anger riled up. Soon, I was pounding at the punching bag with no mercy with harder kicks than when I started. From the corner of my eyes, the two buff men went from amusement to amazement and a little fear. Thoughts filled my mind that made me angrier. The sound of pounding echoed throughout the gym and my ears. I focused on the punching bag that was swinging and close to ripping open. A thought filled my mind. A thought about Levi and his stubbornness. How he just stared at me as hatred filled his eyes that night when we spoke our feelings about each other. With one last hard punch, the bag flew off the hook and splattered onto the floor. I was breathing lightly despite all the moves I did. It barely made me tired, in fact, it made me angrier. The guys were staring at the bag in horror and slowly trailed their gaze to me.

I lifted the extra punching bag easily and hooked it on before continuing to punch it like I did with the last one. This time the punching bag ripped open from a kick. I sighed and rubbed a hand through my hair. It was damp from the sweat on my forehead. I took my duffle bag and took out the water bottle and gulped it down. When I finished it I looked up to see the man I hated most.

Levi.

"What do you want?" I spit out. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before walking off to the combat training room. Levi followed after me. He was wearing a black wife-beater that showed off his muscles. He wasn't buff as the guys that were next to me when I was punching the bag but wasn't scrawny either. He was wearing black sweatpants with a sweatshirt wrapped around his waist. I opened the door to the room, not bothering to hold it open for him. I hoped it hit him in the face but when I glanced from the corner of my eye he was holding it open to let himself through.

"I think we should train together." He said suddenly. I dropped my duffle bag onto the floor right next to a bench and twisted my head to stare at him. I shook my head and started to take out different gloves.

"What made you think of that?" I asked. He growled lowly. I was strapping different gloves on since the other ones were for only punching bags.

"Why can't you cooperate with me for once instead of being stubborn?" Levi said. I could tell he was aggravated with me as well.

"I should be asking you that, you hypocrite," I said calmly. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration as I was examining the gloves.

"Why is this woman so stubborn?" He muttered. I pretended I didn't hear that and tossed him an extra pair of gloves to which he reacted quickly and caught it.

"Put those on. Don't worry, I don't have any disease." I rolled my eyes and prepared the training room as he got ready. I took out training equipment and wooden knives as well as mats. When he came over to me I twirled to look at him, a wooden knife in hand.

"Take this from my hand," I said simply. A simple task. Surely he can do this, right?

Nope.

Before he could take it out of my hand I fake punched him and back flipped to get a distance between us. He dodged, distracted. I smirked at him as he looked at me. I twirled the knife in my hand.

"C'mon Levi. Just simply take it out of my hand." I taunted. His eyes narrowed as he lunged towards me to which I side-stepped. He reacted quickly and pivoted and tackled me from behind before I could move. We were now on the ground, both struggling. He was straddling me, pinning me to the ground and using one arm to hold himself up. The other hand was trying to grab the moving knife. I punched him in the stomach and pushed him off. I flipped up to stand on my feet before I moved back. Levi recovered quickly and began to throw punches at me. To which I dodged each one. I tried to punch him as well. It was a never-ending cycle, both of us are punching while dodging. I side kicked him in his side and back flipped away gracefully. He did the same and then there was a huge amount of distance between us.

"I'm impressed, (y/n). It seems you are almost at my standards of keeping up." He said. I smirked and lowered into a stance.

"Same here, Levi. But you still haven't got the knife." I lunged straight towards him as he did the same.

I kicked and punched as he dodged each one. Then my fist collided with his arm, making him lose his stance. He punched me back but in the stomach. My foot collided with his torso, making him double over. I proceeded to take advantage of his unsheltered form. I was about to punch him until he suddenly recovered and caught my oncoming fist. I gritted my teeth as he gritted his. I tried to kick him until he grabbed my ankle with his other hand. I growled and twisted around, making him let go of me. I ducked under him and was behind him. I then kicked the back of his knee to make him buckle down. I wrapped an arm around him, knife at his neck almost choking him. He elbowed me in the stomach making me grunt. I stumbled back as he front flipped onto his feet and ran towards me. I discard the knife and grab his hands as he grabs mine. I was pushing as he was doing the same.

Hand vs. hand.

Glare vs. glare.

We were now fighting for dominance over the other. I kneed him in the torso, making him falter a bit. I pushed him to the ground and pinned him down by straddling him. I clutched onto his wrists and pushed them to the ground, giving him no escape from my grasp. I smirked at him as his eyes widen a little bit. No panic showed through his eyes though he lost this spar. His struggles faltered and my grip loosened.

What a mistake.

He ripped my hands off his wrists and pushed me off. I fell towards the ground with a grunt as he stood over me. I lunged at him and put my hands on his shoulders as front flipped behind him. I kicked his back before he could turn and he stumbled but didn't fall onto the floor. He then saw the discarded knife a few feet beside him and glanced at me. I glanced at the knife and then him. Before he could move I wrapped my arms around his torso and used all my strength to pull him back. For a short man, he sure was heavy. We struggled until he tried to elbow me in the gut. I turned and pushed him away from the knife and lunged towards it. Right when I was about to get a hold of it he did the same to me and wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me back.

"Hey!" I thrashed around in his grasp. I finally escaped and twirled behind him. Before he could take a step forward I jumped on his back and tried to pull him back. He held onto my legs to try to stop me but I was one step ahead. I leaned back and did a dolphin-like backflip in between his legs. I turned around and grabbed his ankles then pulled them forward. He fell back onto a mat and groaned a bit in pain. I stood up with a smirk and grabbed the knife before he could move.

"That was an...interesting move..." He said and lifted his head to look at me. I looked at him, the knife twirling in between my hands.

"Sometimes, you got to get creative to escape some situations." I simply said. He then had a look that said he had an idea.

He darted towards me and held my wrist. He was super close to my face as he stared at me. He leaned in very close as alarms sounded in my head. I did the same but was lost in his gray eyes. His other hand was around my waist as he pulled me towards him. What was he doing?! What was he doing to me? While I was distracted he plucked the knife and held it in his hand. A cocky look appeared on his face but still held no smile or frown. I blinked at him with wide eyes as a piece of hair fell on my face.

"Don't let your guard down, (y/n). You should know that." He taunted. I still stood there. He put the knife down on the table and walked out of the training room. Dumbfounded I slowly turned my head to his retreating back.

This time, I didn't have a heel to throw at him.

But I wish I did.

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A/n: Sup' Readers! I had fun writing this chapter even though I only wrote it in like 2 hours. But I loved the interaction between the two.

Man, this is a really awesome scene between the two. I sometimes laugh at how she threw the heel at the back of his head. That was something I came up with. Anger is filling up the reader. It seems that she is still angry about their mission.

But Reader is getting distracted by our beautiful man. Wonder how he came up with the idea...Levi is starting to lose his patience~ Wonder what will be the last straw...

Anywho, the next chapter is another partner mission! Will it be different now that they know what the other is capable of? Find out in the next one!

Comment about the book so far! Do you guys like it?

Hope you enjoyed! Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Published: October 30, 2016
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