Goku Black X Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 14: Infiltrator)

Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 14: Infiltrator)

Nimble fingers danced on your soft skin and a pair of loving lips brushed across your shoulder, leaving butterfly kisses all the way down to the middle off your back. Everything was so warm, like you were being blanketed by the sun’s delicate rays on a pillow of fluffy clouds. There was no trace of pain anymore, and you couldn’t even remember what had happened. You could almost believe it was paradise. It felt so comfortable that you didn’t even want to open your eyes, but it seemed that whoever had been kissing you wanted you to. The hand shook you gently, but you ignored it, grunting and shuffling deeper into what felt like fresh sheets. Black’s familiar scent enveloped you, and you pressed backward against the firm body behind you, yearning for more after being apart from him for so long. The memories of what you had done pushed at the corner of your mind, but you resisted. You heard Black let out an exasperated huff behind you, but you were too exhausted to care.  

“Y/n,” he coaxed. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

“But I don’t want to.” You protested weakly, holding the hand on your shoulder. Just let me sleep…

You felt him turn you around, his gentle breath grazing your face. Black smoothed a thumb over your cheek and gently pried your eyelids open, capturing you in his dark gaze.

“What is it? Why do you keep looking at me like that Black?” You squirmed nervously under the intensity of his stare, so different from the one that he gave other humans.

He chuckled lightly and pulled you closer until your head was resting in the crook of his neck. “You were so brave,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “It was my fault that bastard took you.”

Black touched your arm and you almost had an aneurysm when you looked down, only to see your arms and legs wrapped in a thick layer of bandages. You gasped and held the stumps up to your face, your lips quaking.

“Where are they? Where are my hands?”

He gave you an odd look before saying, “You cut them off remember?”

The sounds and smells all came rushing back to you, your wounds throbbing at the memories. “So it all wasn’t a dream after all,” you said, trying not to sound too disappointed. “But then what is this? A dream?”

“I don’t know,” Black shrugged, looking far too nonchalant for your taste. “It is whatever you want it to be.”

Wow so cryptic, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“I really am not,” he said without looking at you.

“What? You can read minds?”

“Who knows?” He replied, a sparkle in his eye that you’ve never seen before. “But never mind that. Where are you?”

“I don’t really know,” You sighed, closing your eyes. “I didn’t get very far before I fell asleep.” There was a long awkward pause, tension crackling in the air like electricity.

“I’m sorry.” Black whispered, breaking the silence.

Was that regret in his voice? You were suddenly enveloped by his warmth, and it took a second for you to realize that he was actually hugging you. Him, the bane of the human race, scourge of the universe, harbinger of destruction, Goku Black. Your eyes embarrassingly began to water, and you clutched the dark cloth of his gi, trembling like a leaf caught in the wind.

Black really has changed, hasn’t he? But then, so have I. And maybe not entirely for the better.

“Why did it have to be this way?” You sniffled, desperately fighting back treacherous tears. You should have been happy to be alive, and yet it felt so wrong.

“What way?” He pulled back, and you found yourself missing the comfort of his body as if part of you had suddenly disappeared.

“It’s just when you think about it, there’s no way we could ever be together, even if we both want to.”

“Who said I wanted to?” His eyes flashed, and whatever had been there before had been blocked by the cold, hard wall of indifference, but you were so used to it that you took it as a grain as salt.

“I-I wasn’t planning on this.” He made a vague gesture with his hand towards you, the other rubbing his face. “I thought maybe you could be useful, and since neither of us could dispose of you, I was just going to keep you temporarily.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he interrupted before you could give him a piece of your mind. “That was the plan. But then…..” Black trailed off.

“But what?”

“I thought maybe you weren’t so bad. Maybe….we could have a future together. The universe does seem kind of bleak with only two people left in it, and Zamasu isn’t the best companion.”

“I’m flattered, but if you didn’t want to be alone in the universe, then why did you kill everyone?” The guilt and sadness that you had pushed to the back of your mind came rushing back, how you had left the rest of the humans to fend for themselves against the two terrors, and how you even became infatuated with one of them. Stockholm Syndrome really was a bitch sometimes.

The more you thought about it, the angrier you became, and you had to resist the intense urge to slap him across the face, but you knew that wouldn’t do anything. It was still all a dream, and he was most likely a thousand miles away from you. And as you were constantly being reminded, Black was leagues beyond anyone else, and there wasn't much you could do against him.

“I still don’t understand why, Black! You didn’t have to kill all those people! They were living beings, just like me! Like you!” His impassive stare was driving you crazy, like he didn’t care or understand at all why you were causing such a ruckus over the lives he probably considered to be worthless.

“Impurities deserved to be purged, Y/n. You should understand that by now.” Black pried your hands off, his grip leaving deep bruises on your wrists. It frustrated you to no end; one moment he was soft and gentle and the next he had reverted back to the bloodthirsty sociopath who cared for nothing but death and war.

“So….do you think I should have been purged?” You looked down, refusing to meet his eyes. “Is that what you think of me? An impurity that deserves to die?”

He hesitated for a moment, and your heart felt as if it was about to burst aflame.

“No, of course not. You wouldn’t be alive if you were, would you?” Black lifted your chin with his thumb, swiping away your tears. You hadn’t even realized you had been crying all this time, but your dignity had been long gone to even give a fuck.

“But how could you judge who should live and who should die? How could you understand creatures you had never even interacted with, who you had never cared to know?”

Black’s gaze darkened, and you knew he was looking at something you couldn’t see. “Oh but I have Y/n, more than you know. It’s you who never knew them. In a world with no God, sometimes you just have to make your own. Someone has to step in and become the God that the universe so desperately needs, and I just happened to be there. You humans think you know everything, yet there is so much you are blind to.”

“Like what Black?” You argued. “Like how there could have been beings like you, who would slaughter the innocent for a future that you can’t even see?” You knew you were playing a dangerous game since he could snap your neck without batting an eye. At first you thought he was going to strike you, and it would have been no surprise if he had, but he seemed to tamper down his emotions, chuckling softly. It scared you.

“Oh but I can.”

What?

“How?” You demanded.

“You’re so stubborn Y/n, but maybe this will help you understand.” He grabbed your hand in his and you had to resist jerking away, but before you could say anything the intricate silver ring he always wore flashed a brilliant light and the ground disappeared from under your feet.

The scenery swirled and changed before it finally materialized into a solid picture, and your eyes widened in horror when you realized what you were looking at. Monstrous, orange beasts were hacking at each other with large clubs, their brains and blood flowing like streamers through the air and painting the trees and mountains red. Roars and screams cut through the air as they killed each other senselessly, the sound burrowing deep into your ear canals and reverberating deep inside your head like beating drums.

“Why are they killing each other?” You gasped, grasping the God’s arm tightly as you floated above the fray, looking down upon the bloodbath.

He merely pointed at the center of the war-torn village, where most of the fighting was. A massive, rotten fish was impaled over a dying fire as the beasts desperately fought for a bite of its flesh, shoving and hitting each other brutally. As you watched, one tore the head of another with its savage, pointed teeth, tossing the decapitated body part into the woods, blood spraying everywhere.

“They're fighting over that?!”

“Yes,” Black replied calmly as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “But look at their future in a thousand years.”

Once again, the world began to dissolve before it materialized again. Everything was on fire and crumbling into ruin. A space pod flew over your head, smoking and tumbling wildly through the air, before crashing into a dingy, abandoned building. You could see the creatures from before scampering about below, looking far worse for the wear than before.

“What is this?” You asked Black, eyes watering from the thick smoke and embers. He looked down, a triumphant smile etched across his face.

“It’s merely the future Y/n. It’s no different than what would have happened if I had revealed myself as the God who would bring a perfect paradise upon this wretched universe.”

“If it’s no different then why would you interfere?!” You glared at him.

“Because I give their deaths meaning. Without me, they are nothing but a bunch of greedy mortals fighting and dying only for themselves. I-” Black was cut off as his image shuddered, and his face seemed to distort and blur. He seemed to be resisting but slowly losing the battle. “I don’t have much time Y/n!”

“But-”

“I don’t have time to discuss this!” He snarled. “I just need to know where you are!”

“Black!”

“NOW!” He howled, and his entire body spasmed and he began to fade. “The connection is being broken! I can’t stay with you much longer!”

“Fine! I’m by some underground cave by an ocean but I don’t know exactly where-”

The Saiyan disappeared. You could only hope that he had heard what you said but you had no time to worry before the world began to spin and darken. All the breath seemed to be sucked out of your lungs and your body felt as if you were tumbling through a dark, endless void.

And then you woke up to the sound of your own screaming.

Shingeki no Kyojin; episode 49 — Night of the Battle to Retake the Wall

Attack on Pranks: Chapter 3 (How it All Started)

It was now 6:00 in the morning and the sun had barely begun to rise over the horizon, tinting the sky a gentle orange.

“Hey guys, do I really have to do this?” Sasha whimpered, as the other girls pushed her forward. “I’m not the fastest runner.”

“Yeah you do Potato Girl,” Ymir replied. “Haven’t you seen Commander Erwin watching?”

He and Hange had occasionally been peeking their heads out the door, checking up on them after every runner.

“Hurry up so I can have my turn!” Mikasa urged.

“What? Then why don’t you go first?” Sasha grumbled. “You’re the fastest out of all of us! You could probably tire each other out and make it easier for us!”

“We already agreed that no one wants to wait for Mikasa to mess with the Captain because that would take too long. Besides, it’s much more entertaining this way.”

“Can we please just get this over with?” Christa begged.

“Okay okay.” Sasha finally conceded and crept towards the door. The rest of the girls all held their breath, waiting for the beast to emerge out of its lair. She knocked three times before flying down the hall, Levi barging out the room after her.

“YOU BRATS ARE DEAD!” He bellowed, using his grappling hooks to propel himself forward. He made a wild grab for her shirt, but Sasha was able to slip through his fingers by a couple of millimeters and turned a corner where they couldn’t see anymore.

“She’s most likely heading for the kitchen,” Ymir grinned.

And she did, swiping a soft loaf bread on the way in and hiding in the pantry. Levi rolled his eyes as he arrived, knowing that the girl would be hiding in one of the pantries or cupboards. He had heard the story of her first day with Shadis from Erwin and had noticed her inhaling any piece of food she could reach during the Opening Feast.

Sasha could hear him approaching closer and closer but was too preoccupied with all the delicious food reserved specifically reserved for the officers to care.

“Stupid recruit,” Levi muttered. He could hear her eating sloppily a couple feet away and he stormed over, yanking open the door a bit too violently, tearing it off the door frame.

“Goddammit!”

A shriek immediately blasted the Corporal’s eardrums and grabbed her by the collar, roughly tossing her out.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He shouted over her screaming, which didn’t cease to deafen him.

His eye twitched dangerously. “Shut up!” He grabbed the food out of her hand and she finally stopped, and then had the audacity to try and wrestle it back. His gray eyes widened when Sasha tugged back at the surprisingly tough piece of bread, which crumbled and tore in their hands. She was flung back while Levi stood there in shock.

He quickly shook himself out of his stupor and advanced on the now terrified girl, who began trying to bribe him with food that she didn’t even have.

“I’ll give you half of everything on my plate tomorrow!”

“You little shits have some balls!” Levi dragged her back kicking and howling by the hair, where she subsequently received a month without dinner.

Letting out a loud huff the short man stomped back into his room, close to where the other girls were waiting for their turns. He plopped down in his chair and rubbed his temples, mentally counting off all the cadets that he had already caught. Originally, he had thought it was just the boys who had collaborated to keep him up all night, but with the arrival of Sasha, he wasn’t so sure anymore. Now, Levi was pretty sure it had something to do with Hange and Erwin, the latter who most people wrongly suspected to be calm and boring. Once, all his cravats had all disappeared, and he had thought Hange was the culprit, except she had been out the entire day with Moblit observing Titans. His cravats were later returned to his dresser dyed a light salmon pink, and Levi had been absolutely livid, interrogating everyone in the castle and scaring all his comrades back to a one hundred feet radius. In the end, he never found out who did it, but had a nagging suspicion that it was the Commander, who was the only who had a key to his room and also the only one he couldn’t impulsively strangle and toss of the roof in a body bag.

He was pulled out of that horrible memory by another knock on the door, and this time it was Christa. She let out a light squeal when she saw him and took off down the hall, Levi following closely behind. Another pair of footsteps joined the chase and he looked back to see a tall, girl with freckles chasing heatedly after them.

“Christa!” Ymir shouted. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

“Ymir!”

Oh right, Levi scoffed. As he recalled, Ymir or whatever her name was, clung onto Christa like a burr the entire time during the feast and warded off any boys who dared come within five feet of the blonde.

“Go back Ymir! It’s not your turn yet!” Christa tried to shoo her back, still running.

The Corporal stopped cold in his tracks at those words, and Ymir couldn’t stop in time, ramming into his back and bowling him over.

“Oh no Ymir!” Christa turned back to catch her taller friend as Levi violently flung her away from him.  

“What is this about a turn?” Levi snarled, and from behind the wall Erwin and Hange began to fidget nervously. Oh balls if he finds out he’ll probably slit our throats in our sleep and then burn our corpses and feed the ashes to the Titans! They looked at each other anxiously.

Erwin was pretty certain that he was the main suspect on Levi’s list of people who dyed his cravats pink, since the cleaning obsessed Captain glared daggers at him for the rest of the month whenever they happened to meet in the halls. Also, not even a week after the prank on humanity’s strongest, Levi had passive aggressively spilled ink all over the Commander’s shirt, staining it black. And no matter how hard he tried, Erwin just couldn’t seem to get it out, making him almost certain that Levi had made it himself for that sole purpose as the ink he always ordered was washable. Then, his subordinate had put blue powder in the showerhead so that when Erwin turned on the water it came out a dark blue that stayed in his eyebrows and hair for about four days. Levi had actually laughed when he heard Erwin’s surprised yelps from inside the bathroom as he listened in, and to top it all off he was so startled that he had run out completely naked smacking right into Gunther who was passing by, ending up on top of him. As if the embarrassment of falling onto his comrade as nude as the day he was born wasn’t enough, Eld was there to witness the whole thing.

All three of them refused to make eye contact for a week, and Levi wasn’t even mad about the blue water the Commander trailed all over the place when he had stumbled out of the shower.

And since Erwin didn’t have any official evidence on whether or not Levi was the real culprit, the blond man could only seethe silently at the smug look on the Corporal’s face every time they sat together. So, consider this payback.

And the mad scientist next to Erwin wasn’t on Levi’s good side either. Two days ago, she had carelessly tracked mud and rain all over the entire freshly mopped castle and then later accidentally poured a kettle of his favorite tea all over his head when she tripped on her own boot. (And then cracked a joke about his height as she sprinted away to try and diffuse the tension, which obviously didn’t work very well.)

“Should we bar the door?” Hange whispered.

“No, if we do that then we might as well tape a sign on our foreheads that say, ‘We put the recruits up to it.’ Just keep watching for now,” Erwin exhaled.

Outside, Levi continued to try and pry information out of the two girls, who seemed to have now clamped their mouths shut. After about twenty minutes of threats and cursing with no advancement whatsoever, they were sent back to their barracks with two months of bathroom duty while Levi trudged back to his room.

If he remembered correctly, there was still one more recruit left…

Attack on Pranks: Chapter 2 (Keep Running)

They didn’t see Jean for the rest of the night. Presumably, he was probably cleaning the bathroom with a toothbrush, as Levi had the tendency to force new recruits to do if they even put a hair out of line. Eren shuddered as he remembered the awful memory of scrubbing the entire castle down with tiny sanitary wipes the size of his palm. His arms had been sore for over a month.

Speaking of which, he would probably get worse this time as he watched the furious midget storm back into his room, slamming the door so hard it was a wonder it wasn’t torn off its hinges. After waiting for about five minutes, the other cadets began to get restless.

“Come on Eren! It’s been five minutes!” Connie grumbled, giving him a little shove towards the Captain’s closed door. Light seeped through the crack, and it was at that moment Eren knew he was fucked.

“Guys-” The brown-haired boy gulped.

“Just get it over with,” Reiner urged, and Ymir shooed him away with a hand.

He was sweating like a faucet as he turned towards the doorway, which at that moment looked much more like the gates of Hell than anything else. Oh fuck he’s going to beat me up and ground me into horse feed………I’d rather get eaten by a Titan!

Sluggishly, he took one slow step at a time, drawing inevitably closer to his doom. His feet felt like cement as he stood gazing at the name plaque on the door, vivid images of brooms, rags, and dusters flashing across his mind. Eren stood there for what felt like an hour but was actually only a couple minutes, petrified with fear. Someone groaned from behind the corner, and a shoe hit him in the back of the head, thumping onto the floor. The sound echoed eerily down the silent hallway, and suddenly the pacing behind the closed door stopped.

The teenage boy could feel all the courage and testosterone inside his body shrivel up and die, much like he was about to. Goodbye cruel world.

The doorknob turned agonizingly slow, and the creaked open to show only a single, murderous, grey eye staring deep into his soul. It felt like Levi was prying open his brain to see all the embarrassing memories he had ever experienced in his entire life, like that one time when he was eight and his pants got caught on a tree branch as he was jumping down, ripping it and forcing him to sprint back home butt-naked for all the world to see. Or that other time he tripped and fell into the swamp, where he pissed himself while waiting for someone to find him. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to assume that the short-tempered soldier fed off of the fear and tears of naughty children.

Despite the very visible height difference, it felt as though he towered over the terrified boy. Maybe Levi was being raised up by the sheer force of his anger and bitterness. They stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, and Eren nearly passed out right there and then. The rest of his friends watched in silence as they waited for the explosion sure to follow soon afterward. Meanwhile, the Commander and the Scientist were still eavesdropping on the situation outside.

Finally, Levi broke his gaze. “You have three seconds,” the Captain whispered sinisterly, so softly that Eren could barely hear it.

He didn’t waste a single second, running so fast that he was nothing but a brown blur. Eren let out a very unmanly shriek along the way, much like Jean.

“3….2…..1.”

And Levi shot off like a rocket after him, hot on his trail, swearing up a storm just like before. It was enough to make even a sailor blush.

“Damn, I didn’t know Eren could run like that,” Connie guffawed once they were out of earshot.

Sasha was rolling around on the floor, for once her food forgotten. “I can’t breathe!”

“Oh my God!”

“That was great!”

Like everyone within a one-mile radius, both Erwin and Hange had both heard whom they assumed to be Eren and were busy having near aneurysms as they tried to hold down their laughter.

Eren however, was not having such a great time. He swerved down the halls, completely randomly, as he could hear Levi’s footsteps rapidly approaching. How the fuck was he so fast? He doesn’t even need a horse at this rate!

“Captain Levi I swear I wasn’t going to do anything! I was just passing by!” Eren lied futilely, as he continued to weave around the castle.

“Like Hell you were bitch! I could hear your little friends from miles away! Don’t give me that bullshit!” Levi made a swipe at Eren’s back, missing him only by a couple inches. Eren let out another terrified screech, which sounded more like a dying cat than a human.

The doors of the dining hall were thrown wide open, and the two charged in. Eren leaped over the tables the best he could, heading for the double windows at the end of the hall. Like Levi, he was wearing his ODM gear. A sudden chair crashed against the table, narrowly missing his legs and to his horror, he realized that the lithe man was tossing furniture at him. Somehow, he was able to make it across the entire massive room without being hit by anything that his superior hurled at him, which only enhanced Levi’s frustration. When I get my hands on that fucking dumbass……

Oh, he could already imagine all the horrors that were in store for Eren. He chuckled evilly to himself, the sound not lost on Eren. He was so fucked.

The teenager threw the windows open, not even pausing before flopping like a fish out into the air and randomly shooting out his hooks, hoping that it would catch onto something. Thankfully, there were trees nearby but even death would have been preferable to being caught by the alternate-universe Napoleon. A whoosh of air behind him followed by lots of swearing alerted him to the Captain’s proximity, which was horribly close. He turned back to look, his brown hair blowing back into his face. In that moment Eren felt himself collide into something solid with a loud splat, jarring him so hard that he was unable to do anything except free fall backward, as graceful as a wet shit a bird just took in midflight.

“FUCK!” Levi swore loudly as he swerved sharply to dive for Eren, managing to catch him just before he hit the ground, where they ended up tumbling together in a heap of limbs. Levi made sure to let the boy take most of the fall since he would heal in no time flat either way. Good, because he would need it after Levi was done with him.

“Wake up you little bitch,” Levi shook him roughly, but the only reaction Eren gave was mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like “Titans”. Of course.

Rolling his eyes, Levi yelled into his ear. “Jaeger! Incoming Titans!”

It was as if he had been released from a spell, immediately shooting up and drawing his blades, nearing hitting himself in the face with them overenthusiastically. “WHERE?! I’LL KILL THEM ALL!” He looked around frantically like a madman and Levi took a step back to avoid his swinging blades.

“Calm the fuck down brat! There’s no Titans!”

“What? No Titans?” Eren looked around puzzled. “But-”

“You’re going to wish there were by the time I’m through with you, you piece of shit.”

The cadets from the 104th could later hear the sound of furious scrubbing coming from the bathroom for the rest of the night and continued to hear them for the rest of three months, every night at exactly 4:30 in the morning.

Though most of them were preoccupied with the rest of their chores.

Connie’s turn came directly after Eren’s, whose confidence seemed completely disappear after hearing his friend’s hollering. They had witnessed the whole thing through the window and had watched as the clean freak dragged a kicking Eren back into the castle by the hair muttering a colorful array of words that would earn any regular person a mouth full of soap, but if one even attempted to shove a piece of soap in Levi’s mouth they would find it up their ass the next morning accompanied by bad constipation and anal pain.

After nearly half an hour, he finally returned to his room, ready to claim his next victim. Connie wasn’t even able to make it down the hall, where he stumbled on air and collapsed onto his face begging for mercy. To give him credit, Erwin had never met anyone who had the balls to outright tell Levi that he was “a handsome and kind guy that is basically the God of the human race” to try and get out of a punishment. Stable duty for two months.

Marco had gone up and knocked politely, not even bothering to run away. After seeing how fast Levi could run, he had just accepted his inevitable death. He was just too paralyzed by fear and stood there staring off into space a foot above Levi’s head, which he didn’t appreciate, judging by the hard kick in the shins he received, along with a month of cleaning all the dishes after dinner every night.

Bertholdt was able to make it a bit farther than Connie did, stopped by one of the older scouts accidentally opening the door hard right in front of his face, knocking him out cold. Olou, who had been brought out by the commotion, immediately disappeared back into his room when he saw Levi approaching, a look of murder painted across his face. Fortunately for the unconscious recruit, he was unable to see it, but would probably suffer a horrible headache for a couple of days.

Next came Reiner, who made it nearly as far as Eren did except for choosing the wrong hall and being cornered by a dead end. He did try to escape by jumping over the short corporal, who was tempted to jab him in the groin but fortunately didn’t, and almost made it if Levi hadn’t tripped him at the last moment. No one had ever heard him scream that loud. Hell, no one had ever heard him even scream before, as he always seemed so serious. For his stunt, he received a month of doing all of Survey Corps’ laundry.

Armin was last of the boys. Tiptoeing to the door, he raised a shaking hand to knock, swaying dangerously on his feet. What’s wrong with me? I’ve seen people get devoured by Titans! A sudden image of Levi soaring through the air and effortlessly slashing open two Titans at once flashed through his head, and that’s when he realized why Captain Levi was still alive. Because he’s scarier than Titans. Mustering every ounce of courage that his tiny body possessed, he gave one meek knock and shot off, not even turning to see whether or not Levi was giving chase. Apparently, he was getting sick of chasing after teenagers, because he had a heavy book in hand and was waiting for the next person to knock on his door so he could chuck it at them. And he did. Albeit a little bit to eagerly, hitting Armin so hard in the head that he landed on his face, blood gushing out of his nose upon contact with the floor. Luckily for Armin, it wasn’t broken, and he was able to only get three weeks of window scrubbing in exchange for a bloody nose.

After the boys had all gone and some were off doing their chores, it was the girls’ turns.

And no one was more eager than Mikasa.

Attack on Pranks: Chapter 4 (Showdown)

Mikasa waited impatiently for Christa and Ymir to finally leave and for Levi to return. Now, she could finally get her revenge for that day in court. She clenched her fists as the famous Titan-killer closed his door, before confidently stalking up to it and pounding a fist against it.

 Unlike the others, she refused to cower in the face of a death more gruesome than anything the Titans could come up with. The black-haired girl tensed in anticipation, but there was no movement behind the door. Frowning, she tried again, with the same result. You’re kidding me! He can’t have gotten tired already!

 Or if he’s purposefully ignoring me……she growled aggressively, a sound not lost on Levi.

 The Captain knew who was last and was tempted to ignore her completely. I don’t have time for her petty bullshit.

 Levi had seen the way she had looked at him during the court session and had no doubts that it would have gotten ugly if the small blond boy hadn’t stopped her. But from the way the door was creaking on its hinges, Mikasa would probably break the door into a thousand pieces if he didn’t open it.

 “Ugh!” He groaned as he got up and grasped the door handle, preparing for the worst. The knocking had finally stopped, and it was all quiet. Slowly, he turned the doorknob, his other hand gripping his sword handle tightly. You never know what those crazy cadets would do, especially after all those interesting stunts they pulled in the last few hours. He had barely opened it a centimeter before it was blown wide open, smashing into the wall. The screws popped off and clattered to the floor. Unfortunately, at least to Mikasa, Levi had managed to dodge it and was about to throw one of his blades at her but she was gone, flying down the hall.

 What the Hell?

 The Captain frowned in confusion as she sprinted gracefully away; he had honestly thought she was going to come into the room and attack him. He shook his head and chased after her, weaving through the hallways until he followed her through the door to the entrance of the castle, where she stood waiting on the other side in the middle of the courtyard. 

 Hearing the commotion, Erwin and Hange followed the noise to the window, where they could see Levi and Mikasa trying to glare the other down.

 “Hey look!” Connie called out to Bertholdt, being the first to notice. “Go get the others! They won’t want to miss this!” Bertholdt nodded and ran off to gather the others, where they watched through a window on the second floor, not too far from where Erwin and Hange were. They stuck their heads out and climbed over each other to try to get a better look from the one window, forming a massive pile of bodies. Reiner, thankfully for everyone else, was stacked on the bottom, next to Bertholdt who had begun to sweat like a faucet. Then Jean and Eren were squished next to each other, nearly standing on top of the two on the bottom, trying to shove the other out of the way for a better view. On top, Connie and Armin were struggling to not fall as the boys on the bottom staggered because of Jean and Eren’s bickering.

 “Hey move over horse face ” Eren growled, shoving him into the wooden frame.

 “No! Why don’t you asshole?” He accidentally squished Reiner’s face into the window sill, while Armin squeaked as Eren began to wriggle around.

 “Can we not do this right now?” Connie yelped as he nearly fell off, clinging onto the curtain, which began to rip.

 “Ugh you’re such a bitch!”

 “Big talk coming from you Jeanie boy!”

 “Come on guys!” Bertholdt whimpered as Jean’s foot struck him in the head.

 All the ruckus drew the attention of the girls, who were trying to sleep in their own rooms.

 “Are you kidding me?” Ymir grumbled angrily as their shouts echoed down the hall. “What the Hell are they even doing at this time of the night?”

 “Maybe we should go investigate,” Christa suggested.

 “Fine by me if it’ll make them shut up.” Ymir sighed.

 “Where’s Mikasa?” Sasha asked, emerging from her own bed.

 “Who knows? Probably going at Corporal Shorty or something.”

 They followed the boys’ voices down the hall, where they found a scene of complete chaos. Eren was hanging out the window by his fingertips, kicking against the castle and screaming bloody murder while Reiner and Armin tried to fish him back in. Bertholdt was laying on the ground with a large bruise on his face, spread-out like a giant rug while Connie and Jean, the latter whose shirt was half ripped, were arguing in the corner. Most of them were only half dressed or in their underwear. The girls gawked at the spectacle in front of them, but the males didn’t even seem to notice.

 “Armin pull!” Reiner urged, half his body hanging out the window giving the girls a full view of his ass. Well that’s something I never want to see again, Ymir mentally groaned.

 “I’m trying!” Armin squealed back, nearly joining his friend dangling from the window. The poor boy was trying his hardest, leaning on the tips of his toes and sweating so much that he rivaled Bertholdt, who was still clutching his face on the ground. But there was only so much you could do when your arms were as thick of strands of spaghetti.

 “Don’t step on me!” Connie’s foot landed right where the gentle giant’s head was, but luckily, Bertholdt was able to dodge in time. “Watch out!”

 “Sorry big guy but some horse-faced asshole is trying to kill me!” Connie glared out Jean.

 “Big talk coming from you cue ball!” He retorted, taking another wild swing.

 “Don’t you dare drop me!” They heard the Titan-shifter’s scream coming from by the window.

 “You know what let’s just go back to sleep,” Ymir whispered. “They’re all insane.”

 “Agreed.”

 They tiptoed back into their rooms, oblivious to the storm that was about to blow.

 “What do you want?” Levi asked, his eyes narrowed as they circled each other like sharks. He already knew the answer.

 “Revenge for that day in court,” Mikasa snarled. “You should remember.”

 He scoffed, only angering Mikasa further. “You’re too attached to that idiot for your own good, it’s really a shame.”

 Hange and Erwin watched in trepidation as two of the strongest members of the Scouting Regiment were about to pounce on each other.

 “This is gonna be amazing!” Hange squealed, while Erwin watched silently, though he too was anxious to see what would happen.

 Mikasa lunged with a fist at Levi, who twisted out of the way to grab her arm. They had no doubts in their minds that the force behind Mikasa’s punch would have been enough to knock out a wild raging tiger. Levi let go and she retaliated by swiping at his head, missing by an inch. He ducked and threw her over his shoulder by the arm, flinging her a good twenty feet away from him but Mikasa twirled midair and landed on her feet.

 “That’s it!” She roared, going berserk and charging at him. Levi met her halfway, where they clenched hands and began pushing each other, trying to make the other one back down first.

 “I’m not losing to you!” She snarled, veins popping out her forehead. Any normal person’s bones would have been instantly crushed by the force between their hands, but neither of them was normal by any standards.

 “Oh, is that so?’ Levi mocked coolly. Faster than a blink of the eye, he swept her legs out from under her and forced her down onto the ground. “You become reckless when you’re angry. And besides,” he narrowed his calm gray eyes. “You might be strong, but I’m still Humanity’s Strongest.”

 No matter how she thrashed, Mikasa couldn’t break free of his iron grip.

 Levi raised a fist high above her head, and she struggled harder than ever, her heels gouging deep scars into the ground.

 “Go. To. Hell!” Mikasa groundout. The Commander and Hange held their unconsciously held their breaths in anticipation, and the air seemed to still as they waited for the finishing blow.  

 “HELP!!” A screech suddenly pierced the air like a bullet, distracting them from their fight. Both Ackermans snapped their heads around to find Eren’s hand gradually slipping out of Reiner’s as the blond boy tried desperately to hold the weight of both Eren and Armin, who had also tipped out the window. Bertholdt was desperately reaching out for his other hand, but both Levi and Mikasa could tell that he wouldn’t make it in time.

 They separated, and both began sprinting towards the window, blades of grass flying through the air underneath their boots.

 “Hold on Eren!” Mikasa shouted.

 “Damn shitheads!” Levi cursed, only a couple meters away.

 Eren’s hand slipped, and then everyone was screaming. Hange from a couple rooms over, leaning so far out the window that Erwin had to pull her back so that she didn’t join them, and Bertholdt, Reiner, Armin, Eren, Jean, and Connie creating a harmony of horrible teenage shrieking. Least to say, no one in the castle was asleep anymore.

 Mikasa tumbled to the ground with Eren in her arms, though it took a couple seconds longer for him to stop yelling like had seen a titan taking a shit on his house.

 Levi caught Armin a little more gracefully, immediately dropping him like a sack of potatoes and leaving the terrified boy to crawl away uttering a small thanks.

 “Ugh!” Levi huffed, shoving a finger in his ear. “They should really push up the recruitment age up a couple years, so I don’t have to deal with your horrible pubescent voices.”

 After the three were reunited in a huddle on the ground, Levi turned on them, a dangerous glint smoldering in his eyes. Eren swore he saw the tortured ghosts of the other countless recruits that the Captain had probably forced to scrub the floors until they died, burning in a Hell full of fiery brooms and boiling laundry detergent.

 “Now,” Levi said slowly, and Armin could feel his soul withering up and dying inside of him. On the second floor, all the boys shrunk back out of sight. “What shall your punishment be?”

 For the next couple of days, all the girls excluding Mikasa could hear was the sound of furious scrubbing throughout the halls, day in day out. And the occasional sob and cuss word that they whispered when they thought no one was looking.

 Not too surprisingly, Levi figured out who was responsible for unleashing a bunch of slobbering teenagers upon him at 4:00 in the morning, and least to say, he got his revenge. Erwin now had no eyebrows and all of Hange’s equipment had mysteriously disappeared, sending both of them into hysterics.

 “Uh are those draw on eyebrows?” Sasha whispered to her friends in the dining hall two days after the incident.

 “Yes,” Levi replied coyly as he waltzed by, a small smirk on his face.

 Life was always interesting in the Survey Corps.

Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 15: An Unlikely Allegiance)

“Dammit!” Black cursed loudly as the stone hedge he had been sheltering under exploded into a thousand pieces, breaking the connection with you in your dreams. It felt as if something had been roughly unplugged, leaving a dark void within his soul. Trunks rushed towards him; the teenager’s face drenched in so much blood that it was a wonder that he could see anything at all.

“BLACK!” He screamed, a sound so inhuman that it hurt the God’s ears. The boy tore through the sky towards him, but the God made no move to get out of the way, instead patiently waiting with a sardonic grin on his face.

Flipping rapidly onto his side just as the Super Saiyan was about to ram into him, Trunks was met with a face full of dirt as he collided head first like a human rocket, causing a shower of dirt, rocks, and the occasional slimy earthworm to explode into the sky. One of the fat, miserable creatures landed in the black-haired Saiyan’s wild mane, and he shook it off with disgust, incinerating it within his palm. The urge to purge the Earth flooded through him, and his eyes flashed a mauve hue, barely able to contain his anger.

Mortal realms were disgusting.

Perhaps that’s why he had attached himself to you, he needed something truly beautiful to anchor himself to his sanity in such an ugly world. And out of all the beings he had met in his long life, you were by far the most interesting. Something about you captivated him far more than it should, and even he didn’t know exactly how to describe it. But it was enchanting nonetheless. Which made him all the more desperate.

“That’s enough!” He grabbed ahold of the boy’s head, pressing him hard into the dirt as he flailed his limbs wildly, growling like a beast.

“I don’t have anything to listen to you for!” Trunks spat, doubling his efforts to free himself.

“Shut your worthless mouth and listen closely,” Black bent down close next to him. “I have a plan.”

“I don’t give a damn about anything you come up with, you murderer!” Trunks flung back an arm, cracking it across Black’s face. A spurt of blood came from his nose, and he let out a snarl of pain, grinding the heel of his dirty boot into the younger Saiyan’s back.

“You insolent fool! Do you want to find Y/n or not?”

At the sound of your name Trunks immediately stopped struggling, as if under a spell.

“What?”

“You heard me correctly.”

A bright orb of silver flew past Black’s face as he narrowly dodged it, turning to glare at the perpetrator.

“Sorry to interrupt one of your little chats,” Zamasu smirked. “But I’m not done with either of you.”

“Oh go to Hell!” Trunks directed an energy blast towards the ground, blasting out from under the God’s heel. Sword met energy blade as they resumed clashing, and soon the third joined in.

He needed to talk to Trunks. Now. At this rate they would all end up destroying each other, and then what?

Black hated it. He absolutely loathed the feeling of being so concerned for the wellbeing of another living thing; it was so tiring. Maybe that was why mortals never lived for very long. Well, fate was cruel, he chuckled to himself. But now was not the time for that. He needed to separate Trunks from Zamasu, but how?

A grin slowly crept up his face as he remembered you, it was always you. They had chained you against the wall with energy cuffs, and now Zamasu would feel the same helplessness that you had all those weeks.

What perfect irony.

“Zamasu!” Black roared, tackling the treacherous deity from the sky and flying him against a nearby mountain, Trunks watching in disbelief but making no movement to stop him.

“What the Hell Black?!” Zamasu raged, but to no avail. He might’ve been immortal, but he was no match for Son Goku’s strength. The only thing advantage he had was durability, and it would come to curse him the same way it had cursed you.

The shackles materialized and cracked into place, chaining him to the mountain like Prometheus to a rock.

“I’ll kill you, you traitor!” Zamasu threatened, his white mohawk in disarray and his clothes torn and ragged. Spittle flew out of his mouth as he berated his former partner with colorful obscenities, which went completely ignored.

“I’ll see you later,” Black leered at him, before flying away to find Trunks.

He found Earth’s hero waiting for him with narrowed eyes, his sword gleaming in the sunlight, splattered with blood. Some of which was Black’s blood. He fought back the rising revulsion of what he was planning to do, but as much as he hated Trunks, it would be simpler for yours and their own sakes to just call it a draw and find you. If they didn’t, they would continue to beat each other senseless, and it would be more work for him, even if he was sure of his victory. All he wanted was to find you as fast as possible.

But one day, Black vowed. One day that cursed half-breed dies.

But not today.

If only you could see how much he was willing to give up for you.

I really am turning soft, Black thought bitterly. However, that was a problem for another day. If he waited any longer, he might actually combust into a fiery explosion of fury and death.

“Alright Trunks, as much as I hate it, we’ll have to continue this on some other day.”

“Oh believe me, I’m willing to finish this fight here and now,” the blue-haired teenager retorted, brandishing his bloodied sword.

“Put that damn piece of trash down before I bend your spine in half!” Black snarled, aura pulsing a familiar pink.

Trunks unwillingly lowered his sword, reminding himself that it was for you. As long as they could get you back safe, that was all that mattered.

“Fine,” Trunks ground out. “What do you want with me?”

“I need you to stay back and guard Zamasu while I go search for Y/n.”

“What?! No! If anyone’s going to find her it’s going to be me!” Trunks argued, lurching forward.

“I don’t think your tiny brain would be capable of finding her, and besides you’re weaker. I could find her faster.” Their faces were inches apart, each feeling the hot breaths of the other.

“I’m not the one staying behind! I know her better! And you know that green, over-sized elf better than I do!”

“Why’s she so important to you?” Black snapped, his chest tightening.

Was that….jealously? Whatever it was, he didn’t like it, not one bit.

“That’s what I should be asking you!” Trunks shot back. “Why the Hell are you so desperate to get her back?!”

Black didn’t reply, his eyes darkening.

“Well? Answer me!” Trunks spat.

“It’s none of your damn business!” Black roared, struggling to control his impatience.

“Why should I trust a murderer like you?”

“I’m not asking you to trust me, I’m telling you to use that foolish head of yours for one minute and stop nipping at my heels! Believe me, I would gladly kill you any day, but right now we both have other things to worry about! So shut your blabbering mouth and listen! If you refuse to stay behind and come with me, then you will not slow me down. If you do, I'll snap that skinny neck of yours. So either you come or you stay behind. I'm not about to spend more of my precious time debating with a brat like you.”

“…..Fine! We'll both go! But only because it’s Y/n, and don’t think that when we find her I’m just going to let you take her and leave!”

“I didn’t plan on you letting me,” Black sneered viciously.

“Then we’ve come to an understanding.” Trunks forced down the bile rising in his throat. Oh God, I’m actually gonna team up with this psychopath, but it’s for Y/n. It’s the least I could do.

“So, what do we do with that friend of yours?”

Ten minutes later Zamasu was bound and caged inside a glowing, magenta prison deep within the heart of the mountain, where they could hear his echoing protests growing weaker and weaker as they flew off into the sunset.

Karma sure was a bitch.