____________Your POV_____________
Once your inside the HQ, you immediately drag Eren over to aniki.
"Aniki." You call out excitedly, all the while Eren is trying to struggle out of your grip, but you don't budge.
Aniki looks over towards you, and then his gaze went to Eren.
"Tch, what are you doing with this brat?" He asks, as he gestures to Eren.
"He's like me, why wouldn't I want him to meet you." You state, as you tilt your head to the side innocently.
Aniki clicks his tounge, as he leans on the wall.
"Then, why don't you go meet up with everyone, while I have a little talk with this Yeager brat." He suggests.
You smile widely, as you nod your head, before heading to the mess hall, where the rest of the squad is.
___________Eren's POV____________
I watch as (F/N) dashes off towards the mess hall, and I began to become worried as I am left alone with Nassir.
I turn my gaze back to Nassir, but that was when I felt something grab the collar of my shirt.
I look on, as Nassir picks me up off my feet, by the collar of my shirt.
His glare is vicious, as he spits out, "Listen here, and listen good, you little shit. I don't care if you can shift into a titan, and I don't care if your not a mutant. But, if you so much as harm a single hair on that girl's head, or even hurt her feelings, I'll be sure to make your death very slow and very painful. Is that clear, brat?"
I nod my head frantically as he drops me to the ground.
"Now go, and make sure you be friends with her." He hisses, and I once again nod my head, as I dash off towards the mess hall, while I think, 'He is exactly like Levi.'
As I think this, I think back to the conversation we just had, and I felt myself go pale, but I shake my head, before heading inside the mess hall.
__________Nassir's POV___________
I watch as the little shit runs towards the mess hall.
"Now, wasn't that a bit much?" A voice says that belongs to a familiar midget.
I click my tounge, as I say, "No, the shit deserved it."
"And why is that?" He says, as he lifts an eyebrow.
"That's none of your concern, but I will tell you this. That girl suffered too much." I say monotonously.
And with that, I left.
I walked towards the mess hall, leaving the midget behind.
____________Levi's POV____________
I watch as the asshole walks away, leaving me in my thoughts.
'What did he mean by, 'that girl suffered too much'?' I think to myself.
'She seems so shy, but happy. Did she have a hard life or something?' I think, but I soon shake my head, clearing out the unnecessary thoughts clouding my head.
I click my tounge before walking towards the mess hall.
____________Your POV_____________
It was about an hour later since aniki decided to talk to Eren, and during this time period, Hanji discussed why Eren had trouble transforming.
After the discussion, you decided to take a short walk around the castle.
But, after walking around, you decided to head to your room, but as you were walking back, a door leading to the supply closet was open.
'Eh, did someone forget to close it?' You thought to yourself, as you walked in the small room, looking around at the different cleaning supplies.
But, that was when the door suddenly closed by itself, and this caused you to be left in total darkness.
You eyes widen, as you scrambled forward, trying to find the doorknob.
Once you located it, you frantically tried to open it, but it was locked.
You began to pound on the door, shouting out for someone to unlock it, but nothing happened.
You felt as if the room was closing in on you, and you began to hyperventilate, as memories of a certain room came into your head.
You began to pound nonstop on the door, and soon you felt your hands begin to bleed, but you didn't stop.
____________Levi's POV____________
It was about two hours since the meeting with Hanji, and I noticed that (F/N) still hasn't returned to her room.
I clicked my tounge, before heading to the most likely place she would be.
After reaching Nassir's door, I knocked on it.
He opened the door, and as soon as he saw me, he scowled.
"What do you want?" He hissed.
"Tch, seeing if that brat is here." I state.
He raised an eyebrow, as he says, "If you mean (F/N), she isn't here. I haven't seen her since the meeting."
"Then where the hell is she?" I spit out.
"Don't tell me you fucking lost her." He hisses, as he glares at me.
"Tch, no, she's probably with Yeager." I hiss, as I begin to walk towards the basement.
I soon hear footsteps, and I turn to see that the asshole was following me.
"Go back to your room, I can handle it." I hiss.
"Che, like how you handled looking after (F/N)." He scoffs.
I click my tounge, but remained walking toward the basement.
Once there, I walk downstairs, and saw that Yeager was asleep.
I kick the cell bars, causing the brat to jump up.
"Captain, what is it?" He asks tiredly.
"Did you see (F/N) anywhere, Yeager?" I hiss.
"N-No sir, why?" He asks.
I simply click my tounge, as I unlock his cell.
"Go wake up the other brats, we're going to have a search party." I hiss.
"Sir!" He shouts, as he salutes, before heading upstairs to complete the task I asked of him.
I begin to ascend up the stairs, and soon enough, I see all my squad members in front of me.
"(F/N) had gone missing, search every room, and find her." I say monotonously.
"Sir!" They all shout, while saluting, before going off in different directions to search for the damn brat.
After another hour goes by, there still is no sign of the damn brat.
Nassir and I were about to search a different room, when suddenly, Gunther comes in, while saying, "Sir, I think we found her."
I see Nassir walk up to him, and hiss out dangerously low, "Show me where she is then."
Gunther nods his head, before rushing down a series of corridors.
After about fifteen minutes of running around, we finally come to a closed door.
I hear banging on the inside, as well as muffled shouts.
"Tch, why isn't she out?" I ask.
"Sir, the door's locked, we can't get in." Petra says.
I was about to say something, but Nassir walked up to the door, and said something, and soon the banging stopped, as well as the shouts.
Nassir takes a step back, before kicking the door, nearly smashing it off its hinges.
The next thing anyone knew, a blur of (H/C) came out, and tackles him.
I saw that (F/N) was clutching onto Nassir, as if her life depended on it.
Her small form was shaking, as her blood covered hands clutched onto the back of his shirt, balling it in her tight fists.
Tears streamed down her face, as her eyes were shut tightly.
Never in my life, have I seen someone look so fragile and scared in all my life, and by working in the Survey Corps, you see many forms of someone being scared.
But this, this was raw fear, as if she saw hell itself.
Nassir didn't move from his spot on the ground, as he gently strokes (F/N)'s hair.
"Tch, I'll handle this, and I'll explain everything in the mess hall." He says as he picks (F/N) up. She clutched onto him, almost like a child clinging to their parent.
I watch as he disappears out of sight.
I let out an irritated sigh, as I say, "Everyone head to the mess hall, now."
Everyone nodded their heads, as they began to head towards the mess hall.
No one made any noise the way there.
I simply thought one thing, as I head to the mess hall, awaiting the discussion that can explain what had just happened.
'What kind of hell did she experience?'