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Captain Levi

{from a very incomplete story of mine, so there’s mention of memory loss at one point}

I sway to the side, feeling Erika's stong frame hold me up. I feel dizzy, hot, and nauseous. I love it.

I think peeing out all that alcohol created space for more since, as soon as Erika and I left the stalls, I was right back to the bar. I eye the drink in my glass, debating how likely I am to chug the whole thing like a champ. I'm not sure how much of I drinker I used to be but, judging by how fucking amazing I feel, I'd say a pretty fucking good one.

With that thought, a massive smile erupts on my face and I tilt the glass as I finish it in one go. Some drops spill down the side of my face as I do so but I don't mind, I'm filled with complete and utter pride at my accomplishment.

I feel Erika's hand, that still lay on my waist, squeeze me slightly in what I assume is also a display of their proudness for me.

Proudness. Proud...ness? Huh. Anyway.

I giggle softly as my head sways to the side just as my body had done a second ago. I don't mind as I have full confidence in Erika holding me up. It seems drunk Erika is all of a sudden strong enough to hold me like I weigh nothing.

Realising the glass is still in my hand, I place it on the counter. I know I don't need to order as a new one seems to appear every time I leave it there so, while waiting patiently for that to happen, I glance around the place again. It's full to the brim with people my age, some older, some male, some not. I sigh disappointedly at the lack of anyone who peaks my interest.

The lack of music is also disappointing. For some reason, I have the urge to move and some music would've been a perfect opportunity to do so. I feel Erika's thumb caress my side softly as if to console me. Maybe they turn telepathic when drunk too?

Or maybe it's because I sighed.

The revelation makes me laugh for some reason and the sound of it only makes me laugh more. And even when a frightening face appears in my view, my laughing ceases to cease.

"Ceases to cease." I mumble in humour, my words slurring to sound like I'd just attempted to hiss at the person. "Heyyy Levi. Wanna drink?" I offer. The thought reminds me of my drink which should have returned by now.

Sure enough, I turn back to the bar to find it sitting there. I offer it to Levi. "You're a little behind so, here, you can have mine." I grin at him, noting the fiery look in his eyes. For some reason it isn't at all discouraging.

He finally speaks. "Get your hand off of her." What? I realise it isn't me he's looking at, but Erika who's stood behind me. Maybe that's why his gaze didn't feel so scary?

"What do you mean?" I ask, still confused by his statement. Why wouldn't Erika be allowed to touch me?

He says nothing in response, doesn't even spare me a glance. His eyes just remain focused on Erika. I pout at his attitude and lean back into Erika, feeling her warmth-

Wait. I tilt my head back to look up at Erika and... "you're not Erika." I state, dumbfounded. Behind me stands a tall, very muscular man who smirks at the sound of my voice.

"No, love, I'm not." His voice is deep, and smooth, and my knees almost buckle at the sound.

"Oh." Is, stupidly, all I come up with.

His eyes drift back up towards Levi who I almost forgot was there. "Boyfriend?" He questions, and it takes me a second to realise what he's asking. When I confirm he is in fact not my lover, the massive hunk squeezes my waist again and gives Levi a mocking look. "Then squirt over here should probably mind his own business."

I gasp at his words, aware of who he's speaking to. I want to warn him but part of me actually wants to see the two brawl it out.

"Already making all the sounds I wanna hear." My eyes go wide at the sensual words spoken by a low, sultry voice at my ear.

Levi's much less sultry voice cuts the tension. "Praying on drunk women a hobby of yours?" In comparison, I notice that, although Levi's voice is also low, it has a much sharper and more dangerous edge to it than Sexy Stranger.

"Mmmm he might have a point there, mister." I comment, feeling like the moral third party. Although I'm secretly the evil insitgator.

The man laughs, slow and incredibly seductively. "You're the one who said I was a 'massive hunk of a man' and that I'd be your new drinking buddy since your old one was busy 'getting it on' in the toilet." I think about his statement, filling in some of the holes in my memory.

"Well, I can't argue with that. Nor do I want to." I wink at Mystery Man in what I hope is an alluring way and turn back to Levi who looks like he's fuming. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't exploded into a tantrum already.

I pat him on the head softly, feeling how suprisingly soft it feels. "Well done, Levi. I'm proud of you." He wraps his hand around my wrist, and I feel myself being pulled from the delicious warmth behind me as I stumble forwards.

I barely notice the drink being peeled from my hand, a soft “I paid for that” the only explanation. Turning back to the hunk, I call out a goodbye, promising to meet him again in the future. He only winks as a sips on my- his drink.

"No, you won't." His words irritate me and I feel the itch to finally tell this man just what I think of him.

"And who are you to tell me what I can and can't do, my father?" I hold back a smirk, feeling incredibly proud of that one.

"No, I'm your direct superior." Okay... touché.

"Well," I stumble for a rebuttle, "I don't think my sex life is included in that, sir." I emphasise the word mockingly.

He ignores me, instead turning to a soldier who is stood by the door as we exit the establishment. "Get the other one." He says simply, not bothering to explain further. And of course the soldier complies unquestioningly.

"Oi, don't ignore me!" I yell, my words still tumbling ungraciously from my mouth. He turns to me, finally, and for a second I forget what I wanted to say. Not that it matters anyway as he speaks first.

"Up." He orders, obviously referring to the gargantuan beast he expects me to mount. Is he serious?

"No." We stared at one another, fighting a silent battle with our eyes. I'm so sick of this man and his stupid... stupidness!

"Get your ass up there, brat."

That's it. "How terrible can you get? Seriously! First you spite every little thing I say or do, then you call me names, and now you ruin the one good day I have since waking up with NONE OF MY FUCKING MEMORIES!" I yell, uncaring of how loud I'm being. "You hate it? How do you think I feel?"

He just stares at me, fueling my anger even more.

"I mean, all I wanted was the bare minimum. To live my life, to be happy, to know who I fucking am. Is that really so bad? Everyone's telling me who I am, who I was, who I should be. How about who I want to be?" I felt myself getting out of breath but too furious to stop to breathe. "I was thrown into the fucking military and made to do all this shitty ass training and for what? What has it given me? And to top it all off, I'm stuck with a prick who hated me from the second he saw me!"

I finally finish, my chest heaving and face hot. Probably from all the alcohol. And all he does is stand there, silent as fucking ever. His lack of a response pisses me off more than any shitty little thing he's ever said. My patience is wearing so thin I think just one breath from him would make it break.

And then he moves.

His hand reaches out towards me. He places it on my shoulder right by my neck, and begins dragging me towards the horse. I'm so red-hot enraged that I move before I even realise what I'm doing. In fact, I've already hit him in the face before I realise my hand had started to move. I freeze, of course.

I mean, who wouldn't after hitting Levi of all people in the fucking face.

Maybe I should run? I could probably last long enough to find that hunk of a man and... who am I kidding? I woudn't make it two fucking steps.

If I am to go out, I'll go out with a shred of dignity.

I glare at the master of glares, wondering whether he'll kill me quickly or make it last. Maybe he enjoys torture? He's stood so still, I almost want to believe I had punched him into a permanent state of shock.

He was so adamant I mount the horse and now he's just silent. It was beginning to make me uneasy and the idea of running was looking much better.

I glance for a second at the horse. Then again. And, despite an intense internal battle, I attempt to mount it. Though I refuse to look at him as I do so.

I stumble and struggle as I try, because of course I do, but even then I refuse to look. Even when I feel him pressed against my back and his arms reach around to grab the reins.

Especially when we arrived back on grounds and he leads me to his office. Great.

I had the whole horse ride to contemplate my very existence. I mean, I'm not… scared of him, of course not- but, as the bigger person in this situation I can accept that I had perhaps, maybe, gone a little too far hitting him in the face.

Sure, it wasn't exactly my fault considering it was completely involuntary. Some might even say he was partly to blame since him being so vexing was what led my subconscious to go to such extreme lengths.

No, some would definitely say he is to blame.

But by the time we get inside and he shuts the door behind me, I decide I’m not above taking the fall for this and saving him the trouble of apologising for his mishaps. This is just to help him. Definitely.

"So I've been thinking, and you know what? I'm sorry.” I hear him move from the door, my back still to him. “I know what you're thinking: sorry? Why on Earth are you sorry? But I've reflected and decided we should just… let bygones be bygones."

I pause, patiently awaiting his response but hear nothing. Not even the squeak of a floorboard. Gods help me.

I have no idea where in the room he is, and despite not at all being scared, because I’m not, I feel incapable of turning to check. So I stand, tense as ever, just waiting.

"You're... sorry?" I almost jump at the sound, his voice is low and extremely close. I almost fool myself into thinking I felt his breath on my neck as he spoke it.

I clear my throat quickly, "Yes. We both did and said some silly things, so I thought we should just clear the air and-"

"No."

… What?

"What?" My voice comes out a little too softly, it's all breath and no chest. Pull yourself together.

"You heard me, don't make me repeat myself." He sounds stern, too stern.

"Words are a funny thing don’t you think. People say them, and sometimes they mean them, but they never really hold any weight unless actions follow."

I go to speak, to question what the fuck he's on about, but for some reason I don't think that's the best idea right now.

"I've learnt over the years that when it comes to people and their words, that sometimes you need to take action first.” This time I feel him step towards me. "To show them what your words mean.

Strip."

And suddenly I'm very aware. Aware of where I am, who I'm with, and what the hell he just said.

"What?" I go to turn but he's already blocking me with his body.

"Your trousers. I want them off." I stiffen.

"I'm plan to show you my words, Anya. So don't make me repeat myself." I take a deep breath and remember my position. I'm in the army and this is my direct superior. It's a deep, instinctual feeling to obey. Whether that's due to fear or respect, this situation is obviously the former.

I begin loosening all the buckles and straps, pulling my trousers down along with them. "Look, I get that you're mad-"

"Mad? Oh no, I'm not mad, Cadet." Though his tone clearly says otherwise. "This is just discipline, don't mistake it for something personal." I shiver, feeling a mix of cold on my legs and dread down my spine.

"Bend."

And when I don't, I feel his hand on my lower back as he pushes me firmly down, the warmth sending mixed feelings throughout my body. My face is pressed into the cold wood of his desk, my eyes quickly focusing on an organised pile of papers, desperate to distract myself from how open I am to him.

He's silent as he reaches down to my trousers, moving them around, before standing back up. I try not to flinch at the sudden movements.

"I'm going to hit you.” He says, as if it’s the most simple, normal thing in the world. As if I’m not about to be beaten black and blue by Humanity’s Strongest. “And I want you to count." My mind reels at his words, struggling to make sense of them. But before I can, a sort of cry leaves me as I jerk forwards at the sharp sting across my thighs. I feel a thin layer of tears prick my eyes as I’m struck.

"Count." He reminds me, his cold words only making this situation worse. The pain is there, but I finally feel like I can breathe. Relaxing back into the desk, I squeeze my eyes shut as I brace for the next hit.

"One."

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Vice-Captain Hoshina

You were a Kaiju.

Well, more of a hybrid; half human and half Kaiju. A weird mix you assumed came from the parents you didn’t know. Or, at least, that’s what your father figure had told you. You’d met him as a child, somehow managing to wander the streets unharmed and alive for years before finally meeting your end.

Or you’d thought you had, staring up at the Kaiju with nothing in you left to fight. Your eyes closed, waiting for it to kill you - something, anything except place a large hand atop your head.

You didn’t remember much from your childhood, but you didn’t think you’d ever forget that moment. The sharp look of the thing you would call Dad. The dark gaze of its black eyes, the hard skin of its body, or the icy coolness of its pale blue skin.

You could pass for his daughter - as a Kaiju - something that always brought you a little bit of joy. You knew Kaiju didn’t exactly have children, so you had always wondered why he took you in. Kept you around. And it felt almost like fate to you the way your Kaiju body flashed pale blue pulses of light between the cracks of your obsidian, armoured skin.

He taught you control, strength. How to fight and hide. He taught you language. And then he had you enlist under the Third Division, famous for its Captain - Mina Ashido. You didn’t ask your dad questions, at least not ‘why’ ones. There were things you needed to know and things you didn’t. And if you needed to know the why’s, he would tell you.

So you took the exam. And you passed.

You hadn’t interacted much with humans. Other than the old lady who always complimented your looks, or the people at the counter when you went grocery shopping. So you didn’t bring attention to yourself.

Or you tried not to. Most people let you keep to yourself. Some were obviously intent on getting you ‘out of your shell’, which actually wasn’t all that unhelpful. You needed to learn. The more you could communicate with people, the more you could learn, and the more you could help dad.

So you let them. Let them help you during training, let them tease you during meal times, let them drag you shopping on your days off. And then it happened.

Soshiro Hoshina. Your vice-captain.

You hadn’t paid him much attention when you joined, your focus had solely been on Captain Ashiro. But you quickly learned to shift your focus. That, possibly, Hoshina would be more of a threat than the captain herself. So when he began turning his cheerful attention your way, you allowed it.

It wasn’t as though he was constantly talking to you, or giving you more attention than the other officers. But you allowed yourself to indulge it in, more than you did others. Because you needed to be as knowledgeable on him as possible.

One night, after updating your incredibly detailed sketch of the building, you heard the familiar sound of swords slicing the air. You doubted you’d even need Kaiju hearing to know who it was. And you didn’t hesitate before making your way into the training room.

It was late, almost late enough to get you into trouble. But if it was the vice-captain himself who kept you longer than you should, then you were sure you could weasel your way out of a punishment.

He stood in the centre of the room, a thin shirt clinging to every dip of muscle on his body. The matching sweatpants hung low on his body, likely from his aggressive movements. Two wooden swords were clutched between his hands, the shape incredibly similar to the real ones, though you noticed the weight was clearly heavier. You wondered, faintly, whether that was intentional as you watched him, his movements fast and precise.

So caught up in the perfect moment to watch him, assess him unsupervised, you almost missed the moment his eyes finally landed on you. The way they widened in surprised. His silence reminded you of your manners. Standing straight, you greeted him as your superior, only to be met with his signature smile. Not that it surprised you.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You had grown accustomed to his playful tone, something that had once flown straight over your head. You responded with a simple raise of your eyebrows. He laughed, “come in.”

You closed the door behind you as you entered, standing wordlessly in front of him. That smile still plastered on his face, his body relaxed, you wondered if now was your chance. “Would you like to fight me, Vice-Captain?” You asked before he could speak.

It was his turn to raise his brows, clearly not expecting that response. Though he was used to you surprising him at this point, it’s why he enjoyed your chats - however brief - so much.

“You… want to spar? Me?” You nodded simply, wondering whether this was something new to him. If he was so unused to the offer. He smiled impossibly wider, reaching to place his swords down before your voice stopped him.

“Keep them.”

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You were panting, cutting your eyes at your Vice-Captain who had only broken a sweat. Though you wondered whether that was simply from his earlier workout.

He looked unsure when you had insisted he keep the swords - you needed this practice to be as useful as possible, after all. But once he was sure, he was coming at you faster than any human could react.

Lucky you weren’t all human.

You had dodged in time, though the force of the wooden blades was strong against your throat, even through the air. You looked up at your vice-captain, shocked he had used such force, and noted the serious look in his eyes.

The same look he reserved for Kaiju.

You wondered why he was taking this so seriously. Unlike you, he had no reason to. Though you were grateful as you ducked below another slice of his sword, sidestepping to get your own hit in.

Sending your foot into his knee, he buckled, dropping to the floor. Though, he was quick to use the angle to his advantage, swinging his sword round and into your side. The pain had you stumbling back instinctively, clutching the wounded area with your hand - a wince on your tongue at the pressure.

In a way that screamed ‘cocky and confident’, he stood slowly, facing you with his arms hanging loosely beside him. His focused gaze contrasting his relaxed gait.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you lowered yourself again. He was fast. Too fast. In your human form you couldn’t beat his quick reflexes, and it was still within question whether your Kaiju form could. Even still, you weren’t backing down.

‘A fight is only lost when one has decided to give up.’ Your father’s advice rung soundly in your mind.

He had the advantage with distance, so you had to get close. Not that that was going to be easy. You approached him, throwing a few jabs his way. Your best bet was to overwhelm him, though it was hard when he was dodging half of your hits and firming the others.

You just needed an opening, one good hit that had all of your strength behind it.

There.

It was so small that if you didn’t have a little kaiju-advantage, it probably wouldn’t even be one. But you weren’t going to let it go to waste. Pushing off of your leg, and placing more weight onto the other, you threw yourself at the opportunity. (Literally)

You could see the surprise light up his face, and it sent an odd sense of pride down you. He obviously hadn’t expected you to notice the opening, or at least not actually go for it, but he recovered quickly.

You had placed yourself perfectly to throw him to the floor - you’d even gotten him halfway there, really. Except, now you found yourself squashed painfully between the training mat and your training partner.

You let out a soft wheeze, finding it a little hard to breathe with the over-the-top aggressive way he threw you to the ground. You had suddenly found the difference in strength apparent.

Not that you hadn’t known that. But actually experiencing it hit your ego a lot more than you had expected.

The arm twisted painfully behind you was a tempting reason to give up. And it seemed your captain had a similar idea as it took him no time to release you. Unlucky for him, he was wrong.

Before you could even think, you had thrown yourself round and into him. Your body followed his into the ground, pinning him in a position that mirrored your earlier one.

But you weren’t pleased.

Cutting your eyes at the man beneath you, “you let me do that,” your tone accusatory. He, of course, smiled up at you. Irritated, you leant closer to him, repeating your words more firmly this time. “You let me do that.”

You shouldn’t be mad. You knew you should be nice and friendly so that you could get close to him. So that he would share every little secret - purposefully or not. But you were mad. Mad that he had beat you, mad that all you could do was turn the tables while his guard was down, mad that he had let you.

So mad, that you had been staring down at him in silence, your brows scrunched together slightly. Soft pants lingered from both the physical exertion and emotional turmoil.

So you almost missed it when his eyes dropped to your lips. But they lingered, so you didn’t. Nor did he miss the way you drew back, or the way your face contorted in what he interpreted as disgust.

Though the emotion had actually much more closely resembled confusion.

You knew what that look meant. You’d seen it before, right as couples kissed in the streets, in alleyways they thought concealed their actions. You’d witnessed it, never understood it, and simply associated it with things couples did. But now Hoshina - your vice-captain - was wanting to do it with you.

Confusion didn’t even touch what you were feeling.

But… you couldn’t say you weren’t intrigued. It wasn’t that you’d never been interested in humans - you’d just never had any way to connect to them before. You’d always felt more Kaiju than human, like you were simply wearing a costume - a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

But now? Maybe you could connect. Understand. Maybe, just maybe, Vice-Captain Hoshina could teach you what it meant to be human.

You were never one for hesitating, so you were leaning back into him instantly once your mind was made. Though the slow pace at which you did so allowed you to watch as the man’s face morphed from hurt at your rejection, to something more akin to shock.

Ignoring the way he stilled at your movements, you let your eyes drop to his lips this time, his breath catching as you did so. Your movements slow and cautious, attempting to map out the action in your head.

Your lips met his softly, lacking the weight that was usually behind kisses. But it had him melting into it all the same - wanting more. You felt his hands twitch under your hold on them, taking that as your cue to pull back.

Your face was contemplative before you were leaning back in again, head tilted to the side. You were placing multiple soft, fleeting kisses to his lips - exploring, testing.

He groaned, low and… strained? You stilled at the sound, pulling back enough to look inquisitively at him. “You’re killing me here.” That stupid smile was still on his face, but something unfamiliar lingered bellow the surface. “Your- could you, uh…” motioning to your hands that still held him down. You lifted them, allowing him to once again move his hands.

With his newfound freedom, he instantly placed one at the nape of your neck. Firm and secure, he pulled you down slowly. Then he spoke, quiet and deep, “close your eyes.”

You did as told, finding yourself lost in the feel of his lips. The way they pressed into your own, moving in a way you tried to emulate.

His hand snaked up your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling was foreign but welcomed. Soft but firm.

And, god you were really into this.

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