Rogue

Bonus #2 Hange's Blunder

Author's note: If there was a chapter in this fic that was a purely humorous one, it's this chapter here. This bonus is based on the event where Hange horribly mistranslated a statement that Rogue had said and chaos ensues afterword. (You can find it in chapter 13) Yup. This chapter includes a Hange that scienced too hard, a really pissed off Levi, a worried Armin and Mikasa, lots of other concerned Scouts, and a very confused Rogue that is more lost than last year's Easter Egg.

It's alarming how much this chapter was requested to be a bonus on FF.net and Ao3. Oh well I figured it would be good to put out something to provoke a few laughs before I break everyone's heart later with what I have planned for part 2 :)

Well, enjoy the wackyness.

Year 850, 1 Month Before 57 th Expedition

Morning light seeped in through the overhead skylight, warming the barn in a soft and translucent shade of yellow. It was peaceful, not a cloud was in the sky overhead and birds could be heard singing their merry tunes as always. Tapered ears fluttered at the rustle of hay as he stretched. Fingers and toes fanned out as he tried to rid every ounce of tightness from his awakening frame. The titan sighed, dark lids opening to reveal his vibrant greens, pupils gazing up at the glass sunroof. Rogue let a purr slip from his lipless maw; everything was just and to his liking.

Slowly, the creature lifted himself from his nest of hay, feathers, and pillows to sit upright and reach for his toes, popping his tight spine and pulling his biceps. Finished with his annual morning routine of stretching, Rogue then yawned, producing a deep rumble that carried across the barn - mouth opening as wide as it could with his long tongue curling. As the yawn subsided, he licked his fleshless chops sleepily and scratched his scalp. Rogue then sighed, looking to see that none of his familiar family members were waiting for him inside the barn. He was aware of the reason though. The day was filled with morning training sessions, some in which even commenced at the crack of dawn. Soon, he would have to go with the Levi squad to work on a new formula of combat that they were implementing. He was lucky on the account that he could only wake up with the sun's rays, it gave him more time to rest before going to work with the others. Rogue then took a deep breath, his nose inhaling the strong scent of maple syrup and fresh bacon - a rare treat that the flying humans indulged on, his little ones calling it a 'pancake breakfast' or something along the sort. However, there was another smell that captured his attention.

It was most certainly not the sweet smell of human food.

With his nostrils flaring again, Rogue dissected the smell. It was definitely animal, small but not the scent of a mouse. Curious, the titan lifted himself to his knees and prepared to follow the smell to its source. Then, before he could, a minuscule and high pitched mewl met his keen ears. The titan's head quickly rotated to the spare room, emerald hues looking at the top in wonder. The roof of the little room was basically utilized for small storage - keeping things such as barrels of grain, canvas tarps, and the like out of his and the Scout's way. However, there seemed to be something else taking refuge among the collection. Quietly, as to not spook whatever was hiding, Rogue positioned himself and carefully crawled over to the spare room. As if he was threading a needle, Rogue inhaled silently as he discreetly plucked a barrel from the roof and sat it aside. The titan's eyes blew wide and a sense of excitement instantly sparked within him at what the little cranny beheld.

There, curled up against a folded tarp was what he knew as a cat. It was orange in color and its fur was much longer than usual, but what made his heart fumble and ears wiggle in glee was what was nestled against the mammal.