Mortality

He pressed down on the trigger of his ODM gear and fired off, ignoring the force of the movement on his body. He lifted and spun along with the movement, flipping himself in the air.

Half-lidded black eyes took only a split second to calculate the number of Titans, angles, and space between them before he fired his gear again, this time at the eye of a twenty-meter-tall Titan.

Angling his body in a slant for perfect speed, the ODM gear pulled forward with a sharp jerk and drew him closer.

He swung towards the nape of the wide-eyed and fanged smile of the Titan with unparalleled precision, cutting it off with his infamous reverse grip.

The heavy and thick splatter of quickly evaporating blood on his face and neck neither blinded nor slowed him. With quick analytic eyes and a tranquil expression, he looked for the closest threat.

Leaping off the still wildly jerking form of the falling Titan, he moved for the next Titan that had pivoted to face him, its hands spread out with a wide smile in a demented facsimile of a happy hug.

Standing on the roof of the half-collapsed church bell close to an hour later, he observed the incoming horde. He looked around and noticed he was the last survivor with an annoyed frown.

Eren fell to the combined assault of the four Abnormals, as a smaller one sneaked under his guard and ripped off his nape while he had been trying to buy time for the shocked Armin to transform.

It was in vain, as Armin was still in shock, letting himself be eaten a few seconds later.

Hajime, his somewhat friend and somewhat erstwhile captain had run out of gas thirty minutes ago, then led the pursuing Titans to a gunpowder supply depot and blew them all up, committing suicide in the process. She always did want to go out like a hero, he remembered.

Mikasa had gone cold, losing herself to her instincts with the death of her childhood friends. She had ripped Titans apart in a cold, unthinking vengeance that was bound to leave her dead despite killing enough of them, although she had killed off enough to almost match his sterling record in a day.

A flash of dark brown fur and lanky limbs drew his attention like a blow to the gut.

A glimpse of the Beast Titan far behind other hulking Titans.

For the first time since this horrible battle for the human race began, he felt something he hardly ever felt—the burning fire in his chest, the tunnel vision as his black eyes locked onto only one being.

Red stuck at the edges of his vision, his hands tightened on his blades so hard he felt the wooden brace of the hood crack and break.

Pure hate.

He discarded all calculations that told him he wouldn't make it, that told him he would die before he killed the lanky brown Titan in the distance.

That told him he would run out of gas before he got there; he let out a deep growl as he discarded the cold logic of an Ackerman and embraced the full fervor that rests in the hearts of men.

Tightly coiled calf muscles pushed him off the clock tower roof, with enough force to rip off tiles.

He fired his ODM gear midair, maneuvering under the arms of a wandering Titan. A swing of his paper-thin blade sliced apart its inner elbow with barely a thought. Swinging around, he fired again, this time at another Titan.

Maneuvering between its legs, he ripped apart its Achilles heel with his reverse grip and ignored the way the ground trembled as the stumbling Titan landed knee first.

Skidding close to the ground, he fired his gear again, changed his angle of trajectory, and moved higher this time, letting out only swings that he knew were enough to disable, not kill.

They only served to slow him down, and they were not his objective. Losing himself in the moment, he moved from one Titan to another.

The moment he was within five hundred meters of the Beast Titan, the ape noticed him this time without the sacrifice of the courageous fallen.

It mattered not.

The Beast calmly took a grab at a huge boulder, fractured its structure, then twisted his body and threw them at him.

Its effort was futile.

He slipped through gaps of flying shrapnel with the grace of a creature born to fly.

It grabbed another rock group and swiftly threw another, this time more hurriedly.

It was as ineffective as its first attack.

He tilted his ODM gear lower and fired, swinging into the half-collapsed form of a broken house. His movement was quick and fluid even over broken flooring and more burning wrecks of furniture.

With more cat-like grace, he jumped out through a weakened and broken wall, cleanly escaping the attack as the rocks pulverized the surrounding Titans and the buildings.

He was closer now.

It was nearly impossible to make out true emotions on a Titan’s face, as most are stuck in a sort of rigor mortis, but this close it was easy to see the emotion on its inhuman face—the tightening of its brow, the widening of its amber eyes, the snarl on his face.

Fear.

As it should be.

Firing his ODM at the Beast Titan's chest, it jerked out its hand in an attempt to rip it out.

It took the work of a split second for him to release it by himself. Firing it again, this time into its incoming hand.

He flung himself upwards with the new limb to where its surprised face resided.

He took a few seconds to look it in the eye. Pitch-black eyes stared into amber, and he conveyed the momentum of his hatred as he hung in the air.

The dying hiss of deleted gas from the ODM gear broke the moment. The Beast Titan managed to force its rigid features to show a relieved expression for a second after hearing it.

Its short happiness was amusing as the 3D gear had accomplished its mission already.

He unsheathed and buried his twin blades into its eyes in one single movement. The steel blades parted through the wide fist-sized eyes like a hot knife through butter.

The wild screams of pain and rage that tore out of the titan’s throat were a balm upon his aching heart.

Unclipping the unneeded gear, he let it fall as he stepped on its grotesque and inhuman face for a moment before using it as a platform to leap over its head.

He spun with the jump, aligning himself to land feet first as he fell over its back.

The Titan never had a chance to crystallize its nape, so he naturally ripped it open. The abnormal amount of steam that forms from the massive cut blocks his sight for a second, but that's all the time Zeke Yeager needed for a desperate plot to save his life.

The blond-haired man lunged out of his Titan form with a short blade in his hand, Fury, fear, and desperation were his fuel.

He impaled it in Levi's chest, prolonging the inevitable. Zeke had thought up countermeasures after their last fight, he noted. Countermeasures that he should have calculated and been prepared for but had discarded in his fury.

The blade in his chest drew sudden clarity to him; it had dug deep but had glanced off his ribs missing all vitals.

Releasing his hold on his blades where they were still stuck in the Titan form neck, he fell backward, slamming an open palm upward at the

elbow joint with his left hand, forcing the bones up and destroying the arm that was holding the blade.

The corresponding scream was ignored. With a quick grab of Zeke's hair with his right hand, he dragged him completely out of the Titan.

They free-fall. Swinging his legs around the bigger man's waist, he used his smaller size to his advantage and spun them around, before ripping out the blade that was lodged into his chest in a smooth motion and burying it in his opponent's neck multiple times as they both fell to their death.

If he had an unhinged smile on his face as he continuously stabbed Zeke Yeager in the chest, the surrounding Titans would be the only witness.

He thought of how it all came apart as he floated in a deep, unending void. They had retreated after discovering the true story of the walls and the people who lived beyond them.

They believed they had enough time to plan. They were wrong. The Beast Titan had come back a few days later, airdropping multiple people who transformed into Titans halfway down.

The horde broke through, bypassing and climbing over the lesser walls. With most of the scouts dead and the population just finished celebrating, few people could efficiently fight Titans, and fewer people were sober enough to.

They lost everything in a matter of hours. He stayed in that cold void for an unknowable amount of time before he felt something suddenly connect to him, suddenly wrenching him away from the void in a blur.

"Ahhhhhhh" was the first sound he heard after so long. He was confused and found it hard to put his brain to work with zero context, thinking he must be on his back.

He struggled to get to his feet and hardly even moved, quickly realizing that what he was feeling was not the ground; instead, the calloused grip of a man. Titan? As black eyes looked down on him.

His blurry eyes saw the vague image of a red and white fan symbol drawn on the walls, and he mused. Was this an afterlife, or was he just brought back to die again, or had he somehow survived his suicide?

Note: This is a Levi in Naruto Fanfic. My third ever fanfic, this is just a rewrite with majorly edits to grammar and punctuation. I wrote this originally before the final season came out so yeah, that ending is AU as hell.