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"Mikasa..."

The young girl gasps in her sleep at the soft whisper all most jumping out of her unusually soft bed staring up at a strangly painted ceeling. Wait... this wasn't right. The barracks the recruits are given are not this comfortable, soft and, warm. They are normally just blocks of wood with paper thin blankets that they have to share with hundreds of others. Small cramped, cluster-phobic even. Made to test them in whatever hardship their officials wish to push on each of them. As she pulls the white covers aside and looks around the room that is decorated with strange but beautiful painting and flowers that she can't make out in this darkness she looks to see where the voice was coming from.

And in a corner of the dark room she sees who it is.

It is Eren. In his Titan form but in a human size. Tan, muscular, sexless... but as he steppes into the light but as she looks up she sees his face is anything but. It is not the face of the fierce Titan he sometimes takes on at a desperate situations. But the face of one person she has known for years. A face that has know what true horror really is, and fear. A face that had once known true kindness love and compassion. A face she can't help but notice how peace-full and handsome it looks when sleeping.

"Mikasa..." he whispered coming closer to her emerging from the shadows, "it is good to see you are awake."

No. It is not him. She can tell by the his voice sound even if it does sound exactly like his. It is in the way his r seem to roll on the tip of tongue, like the way she sometimes replaces an 'L with an R frequently, confusing all most everyone she meets except for her friends and foster family. Her feet touch the floor that is covered with some-strange fluffy, something. Like furry from some animal and glares at him but as he comes closer she sees a white light around him, Like he isn't really all together there.

"What... who are you?" she asks the stranger suspiciously from beside the bed looking up at his face.

"What I am," he began sitting down on the corner of the bed. Perfect legs crossed against strong hips, "is a dream."

"What?"

"You heard what I said, Mikasa. You are in a dream. Sound asleep. Your uncontrolled mind is making a sweet dream to relieve you of the night-mare you had when you are awake," he says simply which in itself was the truth.

Mikasa looks at him still not trusting him.

"If you are a dream, then how am I awake?" she asks and the person on the bed just shrugs.

"I can't tell you all of it."

"Why?"

In answer he pointed to the closed balcony she just now notices which is just now filling with the light of the sun.

"You are about to wake up. he stats, You took such a long time to come here that I don't have enough time to explain anything. Even if you will remember everything later." he said and as he spoke his voice begins to face as does the room she is in and the next thing she knows, she is lying on the hard 'bed' of her barracks blinking away the gunk in her eyes but with a clear memory of what happened just moments ago still fresh in her mind as she throws her scarf around her face trying to take it all in again. In the room the boy raises his head and smiles at the glass reflecting his 'face'. Finally! he has found of a way to get back! He knows to take it slow. She won't trust him yet. It was possible that she would never trust him. He wouldn't put it past a girl like her. But all he had to do was to keep this up, visit her ever night until it is done. And then, he would be himself again.

"Thanks, Eren." he says putting a thumb and pointer finger on his chin. "Couldn't have done it without you. And Mikasa... I am going to owe you so much... Asher... wait for me I'll be there soon."

Short and rocky first chapter but please continue to read!

This will also eventually tie in to my other story Black and White and Daylight disdain.