Note: I do not own Attack on Titan or any of the characters belonging thusly.

Also the language isn't too bad, but let's just remember that Levi has quite a potty mouth.

Eren knew he was dead when one of the cups of tea he was carrying slipped carelessly from his hand and onto Corporal Levi's desk. It landed with a clatter, the porcelain shattering and spilling its contents all over the papers on the no longer neat surface. The shards settled and the tea soon began to soak into the documents. Levi was terrifyingly quiet as he snatched up the papers, attempting in vain to wipe them clean with his handkerchief. The ink had already begun to smudge.

"Heichou…! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…" Eren stammered, looking over the incredible mess he had managed to make.

There was another period of harrowing silence. Eren noticed through his fear that the papers in Levi's hands were rustling; he then noticed the death grip the other had on them. The Corporal was practically shaking with rage.

"C-corporal…?" he sounded like a frightened child—perhaps because he was.

When Levi spoke for the first time, his tone was bland but dark. "Run," he stated, still gazing upon the lost potential of his paperwork.

"Levi Heichou, I swear it was an accident…I'm so sorry!" Eren bumbled on despite the grueling warning he'd received.

When Levi finally turned his glare to the young cadet, his eyes were so filled with fury that Eren thought he might spontaneously combust. His gut dropped in absolute fear.

"Do you have shit for brains, brat? Or didn't you hear me say run?" Levi's ground out every syllable.

The titan shifter couldn't help the effeminate squeak that escaped him as he sprinted from the short Corporal's office. He had no idea what Levi was going to do to him, but scenes from a certain court room incident wormed their way into his mind. Eren would be damned if he was going to lose another tooth. So he ran away, screaming like a little girl. He wondered vaguely what his comrades would think of this. But that would have to wait until he reached safety.

"JAEGER!" the bellow was impressive; its intensity was something that Eren could only have accomplished in titan form. It begged the question, is this man even human?

Eren knew from watching the man fight titans that Corporal Levi was a fast little bugger, but he wondered if that skill transferred from air to solid ground. Though he feared more than anything what he would find, Eren peered over his shoulder as he ran. Levi was practically right on top of him. Eren would've been in awe if he wasn't about to piss himself. How on earth can he run so fast? The teen was already huffing from the exertion.

It took only a small stumble of his foot for Eren to go tumbling onto the stone floor. Levi swooped down on him, landing a swift kick to the teen's side to keep him down. He drew one of his swords from his belt and pointed it up under Eren's chin.

"Those stains will never come out, you fucking shit," Levi's growled in an unearthly manor.

The other whimpered in fear, raising his hands up to his throat defensively. Levi stepped on either of his wrists to keep Eren down—and from protecting his flesh from Levi's sharp blades.

"H-heichou, please! It was an accident! I-I'll fix it!" Eren choked underneath the pressure of Levi's sword.

His superior's eyes narrowed to a dangerous level, "You can't fix those papers, shit face. They're ruined."

The blade under Eren's chin was pressed harder against his jugular, drawing out a thin stream of blood. The teen gasped at the pain, rolling around under Levi's grip. The Corporal's feet twisted to quell the wriggling, grinding the skin on Eren's wrists. He squeaked again in pain.

"I'm sorry! Please, Heichou!" Eren shifted once more, trying to shake free from the Corporal's snare. When the blade was pushed further into his throat, he gagged, "Y-you can't kill me! Wh-what the hell good would that do?!" The words were hard to push out.

Levi's brows knit together. Despite his obvious anger, to anyone else he might've looked completely disinterested; but Eren could tell the difference. In fact, he had never seen the Corporal so angry. His eyes burned.

"Oh I won't kill you, Jaeger. But I can bring you close. And besides, you heal fast anyway…" He cocked his head, as if needing a fresh angle, "Right, shitty brat?"

"H-heichou! Please! What good would that do?! They were just some stupid papers!"

Levi dug his heels into the shifter's wrists. The heeled soles were cutting off the appendages' circulation. Eren grunted through clenched teeth.

The Corporal laughed bitterly, "Just some stupid papers, huh?" He put every ounce of his weight onto Eren's raw wrists. "No, not urgent paperwork from Wall Sina, nothing important at all, just some stupid papers."

Eren wondered how much blood he was losing from the pinprick on his throat—was his faintness from blood loss, or just plain terror? Either way, he feared what would happen when Levi finished his speech. Would he cut his throat? Or perhaps sever a few limbs? Maybe he'd just beat the shit out of him with those lethal kicks of his? All three wouldn't have been too much to expect.

Though Eren's limbs would grow back, it still didn't feel too good to lose them in the first place. He wasn't looking forward to Levi's torture. He had to do something quickly. As Levi spoke, he slithered his hands around to loosen them a bit, latching onto the Corporal's boots when he had enough hand room.

"Tch, just some stupid papers…well you know what, brat? You're just some stupid shit I'm about to cut to pieces!" Levi growled.

When Levi leaned forward over top of him, Eren took his opportunity.

"I s-said…I'm…SORRY!"

Eren pushed back against the Corporal's weight with all of his strength, effectively heaving him off his perch. Levi stumbled—surprised that the brat had the audacity to even try and break free of his hold—and fell over entirely. He landed ungracefully right on his ass. The resounding thump was enough to alert those eating in the mess three halls away. The throw had perhaps been too effective.

It was at the moment he saw Levi falling backwards that Eren had decided he was dead. He didn't even wait for Levi to tell him to run before he scrambled to his feet and began to haul ass in the opposite direction.

Levi sat, stunned. The fall had knocked the breath out of him, leaving him in a momentary daze; one that was broken the second he saw his underling clambering through the hallway like a drunken squirrel.

He unleashed another vicious growl as he jumped to his feet, "EREN FUCKING JAEGER!"

"W-what's going…on?" the timid voice came from behind the fuming Corporal.

When Levi snapped around his head, he saw the cool-headed Armin standing before him. He looked positively frightened, like he was approaching a rabid pitbull—a thought Levi supposed wouldn't have been too off the mark. He must've been alerted to the drama by the sound of their Corporal falling on his ass. Or perhaps it was all the yelling and cursing? Either way Levi didn't give a shit.

"What's happened?"

Levi apparently didn't think the question had merit, as the fair-haired cadet received no response. Instead, the Corporal turned on a heel and sprinted at unholy speed in Eren's direction.

"COME BACK HERE YOU SHITTY BRAT!" Levi let out another battle cry as he rampaged.

Armin stood there confused, what did Eren do this time? He knew he would only find out if he followed the two of them in their little cat and mouse chase. He couldn't run very fast, but he was determined to catch up before Levi ripped his friend clean in two.