Making a Soldier Laugh

The weather was surprisingly warm. The wind provided a calm and comforting caress on Mikasa's pale skin and the heat of summer was just as refreshing. With a peaceful day such as this, she felt the need to loosen up. 

Clad in the standard Survey Corps uniform, Mikasa took a deep breath and stretched her limbs. After all, stretching was fundamentally the base of any training. Although, she felt a presence drawing nearby and the sound of footsteps approached. Mikasa suppressed a gasp and tilted her head to see who it was. 

"Oi, you're up early Mikasa. I thought for sure you would be sleeping in today," the figure shouted from a distance. Her voice was clear, yet slouchy. The individual emitted a tired yawn as she pointed lazily at the raven-haired rookie. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Mikasa squinted her eyes under the harsh sunlight to distinguish the dim figure. "You're..."

A grin formed on the newcomer's lips as she proudly collided a fist on her chest in a lethargic salute. "Yep, I'm Sasha Blouse!" Her face shifted into that of a pout. "But...you should've known that already! I'm your roommate after all..."

Mikasa sweatdropped at her antics. The girl was acutely...strange. For one, her obsession over food was substantial to mention. Mikasa had witnessed the whole exchange between Sasha and the drill instructor a while back. Needless to say, her thoughts on the potato-loving recruit was any less than peculiar. It made her wonder why the girl chose the Survey Corps in the first place - she didn't look very skilled in killing titans. Then again, Mikasa fathomed not to judge a person by their looks. 

Sasha leisurely strode next to Mikasa and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Isn't it too early to be training? You could have waited for the morning instructors to come pick you up, ne?"

"I know that." Mikasa looked in the distance absentmindedly. "But those creatures...those creatures aren't waiting for us to grow stronger. Eventually, they'll be coming for us and we'd better be prepared. I can't stand to see my friends fall one after another. Therefore, I need to grow stronger. Much stronger than I am now." 'For him' she added mentally. 

"Wow, loosen up will you?" Sasha poked her in the sides. Then, something unexpected happened; Mikasa recoiled with a yelp and stepped back in embarrassment, if the blushing face didn't say enough. From what they've told her, Mikasa was never the one to show enthusiasm nor any emotions on the outside. To see the stoic woman protect her sides, an idea popped in her head. Sasha's fingers bicycled like cogwheels and her lips curved into an evil smirk. "Mikasa Ackerman...you wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you?" she implied, slinking towards the raven-haired as a certain yearning took control. "Come...Mikasa...my fingers are dying to meet you!"

For once, Mikasa looked sorely scared. "Never!" she shouted defiantly and veered to the opposite way in order to dodge the deadly little titan that was her roommate. Up until now, no one knew of her longingly kept secret - not even Eren nor Armin. Ever since Mikasa discovered her dire weakness, she had eschewed from contact as much as possible. She prayed that no one would unearth her extremely sensitive pale skin, but it was too late now. Mikasa ran as fast as her legs could manage. 'Maybe if I use the my 3D maneuver gear through the trees here, I'll have a chance of losing her.'

"Oh Mikasa...come back here!" Sasha cooed with her digits waggling after her black-haired prey. "You can't run away forever! Once I catch up to you, you're gonna be laughing to your heart's content!" She dodged a pebble thrown in her direction and pushed through with her heels, gaining up on her target with an excessive smirk.

'Alright...it's now or never' Mikasa reached for her 3D maneuver gear and aimed for a nearby branch. She wasn't very skilled with it yet, but it was either that or face the deadly tickling fingers - she already knew what to choose. With a single hand motion, she hoped for the best and triggered the device. The hook surged and embedded on the branch, prompting Mikasa to be ushered forward like a magnet. It was only then she realized her mistake; the minor was completely oblivious to the presence of bushes and she was headed straight towards them! Mikasa's face turned into that of bewilderment. 'Shit. Can't avoid them!' The young lady emitted a small cry as she was met with thorny twigs and leaves scraping her skin. The feeling was not very appreciated, especially when she acquired shallow cuts all around her body, and her clothes were not shielded by the catastrophe.

A few minutes later, Mikasa slowly opened her eyes and tried to move but discovered that she couldn't. To her, the world seemed to have flipped upside down, but then it dawned on her - it actually has. The girl was dangling in midair from the branch she aimed at, her hands above her head, and resembled a party piñata. Her body ached in pain and her shoulders slumped in an irked sigh. How was she supposed to get out of this mess unscattered? 

"Well, well. This is quite the sight I see." Mikasa's head pivoted to see a smug-looking Sasha peering at her from the side. The latter strode forward and leaned in playfully on the hovering stunner. She fidgeted a handful of the peeved youngster's smooth long black hair idly, smirking triumphantly at her victory. "Looks like I have you right where I want you."

The ensnared Survey Corps affiliate cursed her stupidity; she should have known better than use her 3D maneuvering gear in a small-scaled area. Now she was in for it. Mikasa took a peek at her below her bosom and was appalled at her circumstance; her clothes were abruptly disheveled, probably from the collision with the bushes. Her shirt had taken critical damage around the middle area, reducing her prestigious garment to that of a scandalous crop-top resemblance with its aperture. Thankfully, her pants and boots subdued no less than minimum cuts. Although, an agonizing worry flocked itself into the soldier's mind as she realized how vulnerable and appealing she looked for supple fingers nearby. Subtly, she opted to detach herself from her maneuvering gear.

"Oh no you don't!" Sasha sputtered as she took hold of Mikasa's wrists, effectively putting a lid on any unwanted escape. In a split second, the ornery gal seized a convenient binding rope from her training equipment and insidiously tied her prey's wrists together, albeit more rigidly than necessary. Mikasa twisted and shimmied to thwart her tan-skinned ally, but the movement only caused a delay to the irrevocable aftermath. After testing her newly-attached restraints, the pale soldier spurred a vexed sigh as she could not break through the tight bondage, despite her abnormal brute strength. "Heh, try to get out of this one sunshine," Sasha haughtily gloated as she displayed her trademark grin, much to the captive's chagrin.

Mikasa didn't dare to pronounce a single word as the potato-loving ingénue scrutinized her vulnerable body, afraid of caving in her wall of aloofness into that of a laughing fit. A frantic thought crossed her mind as she recalled one spot that was remarkably sensitive to the touch, which just so happened to be the one area exposed. With daunting fears haunting her troubled mind, Mikasa prayed that her stomach remained unseen, attempting the best poker face she could sustain. However, as Lady Luck decided, craving fingers nibbled on the paralyzed gal's soft sides, brushing off a few nerve endings with their swift tips. Her lips puckered to resist any auditory sound.

"Nice abs!" Sasha artificially complimented as her fingers oscillated up and down her prisoner's unsettled flanks. Implementing a lightweight, lackluster stroke, she noted the quivering tummy and creasing face from her subject. "They look ticklish too. I wonder what will happen if I do this..." With graceful movement, her nails fluttered over the frontal surface of Mikasa's stomach, below the navel. The act galvanized a spontaneous squeal and a turn to the left. "Perfect! Coochie coochie coo Mikasa Ackerman!"

'It doesn't tickle...It doesn't tickle...' Mikasa mentally steeled herself, but even she knew it was no use. Her abdomen's exterior began shaking with goosebumps and its owner tried to dislodge the tickler's digits by jerking to no avail, but only a miracle would prevent her dismay - despite each hopeless endeavours, the curious fingers would reunite with her velvety skin like a magnet following its designated metal. They scraped and tapped on Mikasa's lower tummy and mischievously traced their way upward to her outrageously ticklish and entrancing waistline and hips. "Ngh. Don't!"

"Oh it seems like someone likes to be tickled. Especially down here..." Sasha tugged on the tight waistband of the white trousers and brown mini-skirt, applying immaculate precision to avoid revealing too much skin. She wasn't that of a pervert to exhibit another female's private parts even if she had somewhat unstable thoughts. "Oh, your skin is so pretty. It makes me want to tickle it." In a petrifying chorus, fingers began probing the erogenous nerves of Mikasa's hipbones. A flow of ecstasy spread through the quivering captive upon contact, even though she half-expected it.  Feeling an unwelcome tingling on her waist, Mikasa's chest reflexively shifted forward, eluding her midriff from the titillating digits. However, a halting hand on her lower-back prevented it from going anywhere and pushed it back to its original position, if not further. The bundle of hypersensitive flesh was left taut and unprepared to the impending torturous fingertips which immediately sprang into action, clawing and burrowing their way into Mikasa's helpless hip joints. The iron-willed ticklee's teeth clenched together and an audible grunt was heard, but she still barely upheld composure.

In what seemed to be an eternity, Sasha grew irritated. "Come on, laugh already! I know you want to!" In a desperate attempt to make her emotionless roommate crack a smile, the captor's hands scrambled and prowled on Mikasa's midsection at the speed of light. A pinch on her left side, a poke near the ribs and another to the sternum, yet all she acquired was a contracting, vibrating toned stomach. Mikasa's visage was in a hardened phase; rosy cheeks, eyes closed and furrowed brows which seemingly nullified all the efficiency of Sasha's intent fingers. It was annoying. Although, she did fail to notice the slight curve on the corner of the defiant fighter's mouth. Then, an idea struck her as she scanned a certain body part that remained untouched.

Little did she know, Mikasa was at her limits. 'Urf, I can't take much more. I need to find a way out of this...' she mulled over her options, but it was easier said than done. She attempted to glance below but was too tired to bend her back appropriately. If not for her fatigue, she would have caught sight of her overly exhausted midriff doused in a damp sheen of perspiration. Mikasa's eyes wandered to the ropes on her wrists and strove to protest against them once more to no effect. Momentarily, she felt a malicious digit trace her tummy line and instantaneously knew where precisely it was heading. In a split-second, she ceased breathing and tensed her torso.

"What a cute belly button you got there. Do you hear that? I think it's asking my finger to take a peek in it. Aww, what a nice button. I simply can't say no to its invitation if that's the case..." There was a flash of lust in Sasha's eyes that practically informed Mikasa of the forthcoming torment; to which she could do nothing but watch, paralyzed with fear. 

"No, don't! Please not the belly button!" Mikasa finally found her voice, but it was too late for words. Her eyebrows broadened and her abdominal physique shook upon the appendage making tactile communication with her hitherto unspoiled naked navel. The bold finger pressed inwardly into the ticklish folds of her precious umbilicus and fondled the deep inner walls filled with sensitive skin. Spiraling its way down the very bottom of the crevice, the tip of the digit applied a hook-like pattern against the susceptible dimple at the core of the tunnel-like area. Mikasa's mirth suddenly accentuated in her throat and she soon came to the conclusion that her sensual orifice was a marked weak point. Unluckily for her, Sasha began taking interest of said exquisite spot. Mikasa's face lit up and she did something she had not done in quite a long time; she laughed. Hysterically. "Bwaahaahaaa! Noooohooho! It tickles!" The rushing sensation in her guts, the frequent taunts and the agonizing fingers - goodness, they were too much!

"YES! There's the laugh I was looking for!" Sasha cheered ecstatically; her handiwork ultimately paid off and now the glorifying laughter from her roommate was music to her ears. In fact, she never expected the stone cold Mikasa Ackerman to have the giggles of a schoolgirl. Quite the irony. "Let me hear more of those cute laughs of yours! Tickle tickle tickle, oh this little belly button's just asking for it! Here comes the finger down the rabbit hole!"

Screeches of titillated agony flew out of the unfortunate victim as if she was a water fountain. Mikasa twirled and wobbled frenziedly, but the persistent finger would not be led astray from her now crimson-hued navel. Her nerve endings jangled merrily while she threw her head back and burst into frustrated guffaws. "Gaahahaha okay you won! Let me out hahahaa!" But of course, her pleas fell on deaf ears as Sasha renewed her fearsome fingering, while adding a more thorough inspection of the lass' belly button with her feathery touch. The index gingerly scratched the outline of the navel before unleashing an impromptu assault on the alarmed knot. Mikasa's legs twitched and her arms began pulling whilst her stomach complained about the relentless onslaught. Utilizing the last essence of her sanity, the young warrior tried pushing her body forward to lever her torturer off but she underestimated Sasha's capabilities as an arm coiled itself around her waist, allowing free reign to the latter's roaming hands. 

"Ah ah, that was a rookie mistake. Now look at what you've done; you've given my fingers ample space to tickle you! Naughty, naughty! If you wanted me to stop, then you should've just asked. But now, it's too late. I think it's time for more tickles for a naughty girl like you!" the food-addict chided as she let her dancing hands issue the punishment. Her fingers raked the slender tummy in aghast coordination and teasingly glided on the smooth, strained structure of Mikasa's tight abs. Evidently, Sasha didn't neglect to provide attention to the gal's voluptuary belly button as well, often slipping a protruding nail in there or merely providing a light graze to keep her on her toes. The potato worshiping broad couldn't help but be equally hypnotized by Mikasa's swiveling hips and opted to bestow a kneading hand there concurrently. Oh, she definitely was a keeper.

The sagging pale combatant could only peer through her teary eyes as her sculptured abdominal muscles were reduced to some kind of play toy for the deranged woman. How long has she been kept here? Where were the others when she needed them the most? What would Eren or Armin have done in her shoes? 'That's right, they wouldn't have given up this easily! I can't...surrender! This...this is nothing!' With arising determination, Mikasa unveiled a stream of energy inside her and she propelled her body to the boundaries. With a compelled cry which uprightly scared the adjacent female, she applied distinct pressure into her wrists and managed to sever the ropes loose from her arms, further shocking the perplexed Sasha. Mikasa used that opportunity to free herself of her maneuvering gear, driving her worn out figure to the ground. However, none of this would compare to the excruciating pain that was to come for the delirious potato girl. Said person gave the impression that she was about to leak urine.

Mikasa stood up wordlessly and dusted her grubby clothing similarly to another black-haired character. When the vengeful Ackerman raised her monotone hazel eyes to meet Sasha's did she finally speak: "It would be best to run if I were you. Once I'm done with you, you'll suffer more than just laps around the field this time."

Sasha did just that.