A/N: hello there! shock horror yes I am actually still alive! sorry for the insanely long delay in getting up another chapter- lets just say that between mitigating circumstances and a lot of exams things got a bit hectic... :P anywhoo, thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed this so far, as requested I have tried to make this chapter longer, and the next victim is LEVI. let me know what you think! and as always, am open to suggestions of who should be next :) hope that wherever you are, you are having a good day! (and sorry for long note)

LEVI

The psychiatrist couldn't supress a small thrill which ran through him as he looked at his latest patient. Sitting before him, with his trade mark expression of complete disdain, was none other than the living legend- Captain Levi himself. As much as he tried to contain himself, Dr Mendarl quite simply revelled in knowing that Humanity's Strongest, the best man in the Survey Corps, bane of the titans, was sitting opposite him.

Suddenly he felt almost tongue tied, as what could a mere mortal such as himself say to such a man. How on earth was he to address someone whose skill with a blade was unmatched in history, whose nobility and loyalty had become the stuff of myths? This was a unique opportunity to interact… dare he even think- to befriend…

Pulling himself together, he cleared his throat, "So, Captain Levi, thank you for coming today."
The Captain blinked slowly, and despite multiple laws of physics his scowl somehow managed to deepen.
The doctor shifted slightly under the stern gaze. "I… umm, well I guess I should start by just coming out and saying the most straight forward question. I mean, you seem to prefer not beating around the bush, so to speak, much more of a direct approach to issues, naturally considering your job and the risks you face… so, yes you are right we should just get right down to brass tacks, as the saying goes… umm, how are you?"

A single eyebrow was raised, and Mendarl flushed slightly as he replayed his ramblings in his own head. "Umm, I mean how are you feeling? Recovering from the latest mission? Not of course that I am suggesting that you need time to recover, of course not, but I know it can be such a strain to be held in such high esteem by everyone. You are often put on a pedestal in many ways are you not? Magnified beyond perhaps what…" all at once his voice seemed to die in his throat, trailing off with a slight gurgle as the eyes of the man before him seemed to glint with murderous intent.

Uncertainly, he fiddled for a moment with his pen, waiting for some form of response… and then watched in abject horror as it slipped out of his sweaty grip, tumbling in slow motion onto the table top between the two men. On impact, ink blossomed in a miniature fountain, with a single daring drop soaring through the air as gracefully as any scout in 3DM gear. With horrified eyes the psychiatrist watched as that suicidal ink drop landed on the pristine white uniform trousers of the single most terrifying man in existence.

The dark eyes flashed, the lip curled into a sneer, and Captain Levi's entire being became the epitome of disgust. With a faint hiss of annoyance, the man abruptly stood and stalked from the room without a backward glance.

Stunned, Dr Mendarl stared at the now empty chair for a full five minutes, before finally gathering his wits enough and looking down at the folder he had been holding in his hands the whole time without even realising. Shaking slightly, he opened the file…

There, stapled to the top corner, partially covering the various facts and figures of titan kills and strangely cleaning awards, was a note in Erwin's own curly script.

A word of warning- don't mention his height

Another five minutes passed as he replayed the entire interaction over in his mind, before loudly thunking his head onto the desk… repeatedly…