Vista - Attack on Titan x Reader

CHAPTER TWO: Wrong

*7 Years Earlier (age 11)*

"You stupid little shit!" I yelped as that familiar hand came down and struck me hard across the cheek. The same hand that was supposed to soothe me and comfort me. "Do you have any idea how disrespectful you are?!"
"M..mama, please..." I sniffled; kneeling on the ground with my head hung low.

It hadn't been my fault. We were a step beneath nobility, and apparently our prior guests had been important. It wasn't my fault that their daughter had called me a freak. It also hadn't been my fault when she had attempted to tear my favourite book apart. Though, it had been my fault when I shoved her to the floor.

"I've had it with you! You're disgusting! Why couldn't you have been like Felicitas?!" My mother hissed as she delivered a harsh kick to my side. I often wondered why I didn't turn out like my elder sister. She was simply beautiful, and she was loved by everyone. Even so, she was empty headed and cruel to me, just like everyone else. Everyone except...

"Mother, that's enough..." I peered up through tear stained eyes to see my brother holding my mother's arm back before she could strike me again.
"Dimitri, she has to learn! You don't understand how fast words spread! I don't want everyone behind wall Sheena to know we have this spoiling our bloodline!" My mother pulled her arm away and glared at him sharply, but she would never dare to hit him.

Dimitri (L/N), second eldest son of the (L/N) family and member of the Garrison. He lived in the shadow of our eldest brother, but in no way disappointed our parents. Strong, smart, and incredibly kind-hearted, he was the only person who didn't treat me like horse shit.

Letting her arms fall limp to her sides, my mother clicked her tongue before striding off towards the door.
"Fine...Keep that girl away from me. Perhaps take her to the barracks...at least the soldiers could find some use for her..." I gladly welcomed my brother's embrace as he kneeled down beside me, and I buried my face in the material of his uniform jacket.

"Hey, I'm here now, (N/N)..." He scooped me up and carried me into his room, as I didn't have one of my own. "She's been doing that a lot more these days, hasn't she..?" I nodded against him before peering up; wiping at my tears with the sleeves of my shirt.
"U..uh-huh...s..so has big sis a..and big bro..." I confessed, and he brushed away the strands of (H/C) that were sticking to my cheeks.
"I shouldn't have joined the military...I should be here looking after you..." Dimitri sighed, but I was quick to jump up on his lap and grab his face between my much smaller hands.
"No way! You're so cool, Meat Tree! I wish I could join the Garrison like you! And Nichi and Willy!"

My other brothers...Nicholas (L/N), who was already a member of the Garrison, and Wilbur (L/N), who was currently in training before he joined the cadets when he was of age. Every day I would dream that I was a part of the military, just so I could stand by their sides and prove that I wasn't worthless. Dimitri was the only one who believed that I could make that dream a reality.

"That nickname is never gonna go away, is it?" Dimitri chuckled as he tried to balance me so I wouldn't fall off. "You'll make it, I know you will. Why else would I train you when I have time off?" He smiled at me softly, and I beamed right back.
"Can we do some ham to ham combat now?!" I asked excitedly, and he snorted in amusement.
"It's hand to hand, (N/N)...and sure, but first let me make sure Mom didn't so any serious damage..."

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"It's about time you got back..." I shifted to stand behind Dimitri when we reentered the house to find our father standing there; tall, proud and frightfully intimidating.
"Sorry, Sir...We were just over by the barracks..." Dimitri bowed his head a little. Even he felt small.
"(Y/N), I want you to go clean up and change your clothes. I'm taking you somewhere tonight." My father looked down at me and I clung onto the straps around Dimitri's leg.
"Wh..where are we going..?"