Y/N's POV
Escape had not been easy. Far from it, actually. It had taken forever to manipulate everything exactly as she wanted it, even though Y/N had ruined her first chance at the news of Wall Rose and Akako. When they had retaken her, the Scouts they had sent were smart enough to frisk her. But they weren't smart enough to drop any form of gentry and search the only logical place to keep a knife. The two men had even been polite enough, or rather stupid enough, to turn their backs while Y/N changed into the drab prison wear.

Dimwits, the lot of them. It hadn't taken but half an instant to slip a thin knife up against her chest, slither into the gray, horrendously scratchy jumper, and tell those imbeciles she was done.

In court it had been harder: Y/N had had to wiggle to knife down to her hand, maneuver so her finger could apply adequate pressure to blade until it sawed through the ropes restraining her. After that, Y/N had stuck the blade in the jumper's belt, then begun the wait.

It could have all gone wrong. She knew it. Her impulsive move, hitting Levi, had not been planned, but she could not stand to beaten like a dog like she once had.

Outside, it had been easy. They had retired the ropes and taken the knife, but only half-wits don't think to check for a backup blade. As Y/N had thought before, literally everyone employed by the King clearly had no brain. It had been easy to work the dike down to her bonds once more and let them fall into neatly sliced pieces. Then she looked up, and realized that she had three guns, one of which was aimed directly between her eyes.

"Onnisan!" Y/N said gently, and the man in front her froze at the painfully familiar title. "Please, wait a moment."

"You're a killer."

"I noticed." Y/N grinned. "But they didn't tell you my name."

"Why would I give a-"

"Y/N L/N."

Nao froze. "...Imooto?"

"Nao, shoot the guard."

The bullet hit the man on the right waiting to block escape on the right at the same time as Y/N's fist connected with the nose of the man on the left, breaking it and sending it spearing into his brain. The fight was over before it had begun, the only sound Nao's gunshot, the only blood spilt, that of two useless guards.

There were a million ways it could have gone wrong, but miraculously Nao had cooperated, and two men were not a high price to pay for her own life.

And now she was here, in the air, free. The wild wind was simply terrifying, but in a oddly comforting way. It torn at Y/N's hair, bit at her cheeks, and spurred her onward, lashing her with the whip of oncoming rain. Y/N didn't seem to notice, however: she was far too focused on her companion.

"How did you do it, Y/N?" Nao asked, his own set of 3DMG's steaming hissing slightly in the cold air. They jumped from roof to roof, careful not to expend too much speed on flare and flourish.

"Simple, really. I know you- I know you'd want revenge. I also knew you were in the army, and that you knew that I knew that. That's why you volunteered to guard me that one night. To make sure it was me."

Nao glanced at her, grinning. "Got me there. But I wouldn't have been able to rock their minds from a firing squad or formal execution if you hadn't cut yourself free in the court. It unbalanced them-"

"I know. That's why I did it. I had a chance of escape in the first few moments but-"

"Why didn't you take it?"

Y/N hesitated, then she spoke, so softly that the rushing of the wind almost covered her words. "I... didn't want to... to be me again."

Nao almost fell out the air. "W-what do you mean?"

"They killed her... I heard... Wall Maria fell."

"Your apprentice, I assume?"

"Much more than that. Akako gave me reason to keep going. She was a red flower, passionate, and she... she had reasons beyond revenge. She wanted to protect her family." Y/N dropped down, anchoring to a lower roof-top, then lowered herself down into the alleyway.

"That's why they caught you, I suppose?" Nao lit down beside her, knees bending slightly on impact with the worn stone.

"As sharp as ever." Y/N slumped to the ground, burying her face in her hands. "I'm... I'm sorry, Nao."

"For what?"
"For leaving you behind that night. I swear upon my life, I w-"

"It doesn't matter." Nao cut her off. "Your escape was my focus. But, you're changing the subject. You said... You don't want to be you, you want to escape. What the hell are you talking about?"

Y/N didn't look up at Nao as she spoke, instead keeping her face firmly covered by her hands. "I'm an assassin; all I do is kill. I destroy life. It's the opposite of everything my da wanted, it's... I'm a curse, the way I am. I destroy: forget about the Titans, I'm the real enemy of humanity. Ever since that night, when I left you, I knew I was not, would never be worthy to stand among human again. So I went to those who weren't human, learned their trade, and ericadeted those who had killed the human inside of me."

Nao blinked. "You're not-"

"Please, just let me talk. I can tell you why... why I killed them; your team. You wanted to know, right?"

"Yes."

"I killed them because they were f**king bastards."

Nao almost fell over. He had never heard Y/N curse this blatantly before. "Are you... well, you're clearly not ok, but... why did you...?"

Y/N sighed, then raised her e/c eyes to Nao's dark, earthy brown ones. "They were some of the first... when, well, when I met you."

Nao almost choked on the burning bike that bubbled up in his throat at these words.

"You remember, then." It wasn't posed as a question.

"I... how could I forget?"

"What the hell did he do to you?" Nao said, voice soft but all the more venomous.

"Nothing... nothing more than usual."

Nao's eyes hardened. "You're lying."

"I'm lying." Y/N looked away. Nao grabbed her slender hands, slumping down, pulling her up against him. He didn't say anything: her jumpy actions spoke for themselves.

"Was it the usual guy?"

"No... some-people new...." she hesitated. "They, well, they were only seven or so years older than you and I."

"Are you sure? I'm.., I think I'm eight?" The question in Nao's voice told much about what the last few years had done to his young mind.

"Yeah."

"Y/N..." Nao pulled her close. "You're my imooto; if anything ever happened to you..." at this, Y/N knew he was thinking of his sister, Misaol. The two had been taken when Nao was six, his sister fifteen, and the only mother he had ever know. Master had taken her into the room, and seven months later, Misaol was screaming on a dirty table. At first Nao watched, waiting for his step-brother. Then, when the rough-handed men realized their efforts would bring forth a baby they would have to care for, one boy, only thirteen, had pulled a gun from his pocket and shot Misaol in the head. The baby, having slipped out an instant previous, met the same fate only a half-moment after sucking in its first breath. Nao had been forced to watch everything.

"Don't worry oniisan, I'll never leave you."

"It's not you I'm worried about, imooto, it's those heartless b-" Nao cut himself off: whatever Master had been saying, he shouldn't copy.

"It's ok, onnisan. Don't worry about me, Master does it more to olders, I won't be in line for a while." The innocence on Y/N's face as she gazed up at abbot only a year older than her, yet who knew more than she ever wanted to.

She was his imooto, he her onnisan. They were the only family the other wanted to remember: they were the only people who hadn't betrayed each other. And they would never dream of doing so.

A/N
So, yay. 1400 words, personal record for this book! Btw, onnisan means 'big brother' and imooto means 'little sister'
For those of you who were wondering, no, Nao and you don't like each other.
Thanks for reading guys!
See you next time,
~Elena