Hey guys! Guess what? The other day, I got some requests from a wonderful person called 'Shiranai Atsune!' I have to thank them for this inspiration for this beautiful story idea. I absolutely HAD to write this.

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Chapter one: Something unexpected

What is love? It's something we all wonder at some point in life. What exactly is this feeling? Can you even consider it a feeling? I don't know. I don't think I'll ever know. All I know is love isn't a decision. It isn't something we can help. No matter how much you dislike it, we all love. Even if we hide it.

So, my advice for you is not to hide who you love. It'll just end up hurting you more.

It was a beautiful day in the city of Shiganshina. The sun shone through the curtains of houses all around. It was a quiet morning on a Saturday, so most were sleeping in. The city was very quiet, as a soft breeze went through town.

On the sidewalks, there was a girl. She looked as though she was about eighteen or nineteen. Her black hair was flowing softly in the cold wind, the same wind which would send chills up her spine.

Her dark blue eyes were looking down. She watched her feet make small steps, her boots clanking against the sidewalk.

It was winter. Her cold breaths could be seen as she exhaled.

Mikasa had something very important going through her mind. Six months. In six months she'd be doing the one thing that'd change her life forever.

And in two weeks is when she'd meet that someone that'd change her life forever.

Suddenly, Mikasa saw a fluffy black cat curled in a box. She looked over, looking in it's eyes. It looked the way she felt. Scared. Lonely. Sad.

Mikasa knelt by it, petting its head. It rubbed it's head against her hand. She then lifted up the affectionate cat, carrying it as she walked. It meowed softly.

She wasn't quite sure what she was doing, but she did know she wasn't leaving this cat out in the snow.

She began walking with it. That's when it hit her. Her friend's orphanage. Historia Reiss's orphanage. The kids there had been wanting a cat for a while now.

Mikasa's pace began quickening as she walked ahead. When she got to the end of the street, she turned right. Luckily, she had been close to the orphanage. Mikasa looked both ways and walked across the street.

She then opened the gate to the orphanage and walked up the brick trail that led to the front porch.

She knocked on the wooden door. The door swung open. Standing there was a girl with blonde hair that just passed shoulder length, and blue eyes.

"Oh…hey Mikasa," Historia greeted. Her eyes were soft.

"I haven't seen you in a while. Is there anything you need?"

"…Well…I heard you wanted a cat…" Mikasa said, handing it over. Historia looked shocked, and possibly even touched.

"Thank you, Mikasa," Historia said with a tiny smile.

"I hope the kids like it. I should go now," Mikasa said. She often visited the kids.

"Alright. Stay safe, Mikasa," Historia said before shutting the door.

Mikasa figured that she should head back home soon. More people were awakening, and Mikasa disliked being out when people begin waking up. She's never been a fan of crowds. People would often say she was introverted.

The eighteen-year-old began walking home. She neared an apartment complex. She owned the third one to the right. It was a small, red apartment.

She walked up the steps of her apartment. She reached into her brown purse, digging through it, but ending up unable to find her keys.

"Oh no…dang it," Mikasa said, turning, when her keys were handed to her. Mikasa blinked before looking at the one who had just given it to her. He had brownish-grey hair that was cut short, brown eyes, and a brown jacket.

"Um…you dropped those," he said, nervously scratching the back of his head.

"Oh…thanks," Mikasa said.

"I, uh…I'm your next door neighbor. My name's Jean. Jean Kirstein," he said.

"Oh. I'm Mikasa Ackerman. Thanks for giving me my keys," Mikasa said, turning back around and unlocking her door, and walking in.

Jean blushed as he went down. She was very pretty.

Mikasa locked her door behind her, sighing. She took off her shoes and coat, and collapsed on her couch. Her house was made up of five rooms; the living room, the laundry room, the bathroom, the kitchen, and her bedroom. It wasn't the biggest house, but she was fine with it.

Mikasa sighed again, her hand on her forehead. It was quiet, almost sickeningly quiet. Mikasa's heart ached. She was so lonely.

Images began rushing through her head, giving her a headache.

Mikasa got back up, needing to move. She walked into her kitchen, pulling some vegetables out of the fridge.

'Maybe I should see the doctor…these headaches keep getting worse…'

And as she ate dinner that day, she knew that day wouldn't be any different from all the others.

Twenty miles away, Eren Jaeger was sitting on his parent's couch. They had called him over to their house, and Eren was confused why. They usually left the college student alone, so only something serious could be why he was over here.

His green eyes expressed confusion as he looked at his parents who were sitting right across from him. His mother's brown eyes and his father's green eyes which matched his own, were serious.

"Um, so, why did you call me here?" Eren asked, scratching his brown hair.

"Eren, we have something we'd like to tell you," Eren's father, Grisha, said. Eren's mother, Carla sighed.

"We should've told you this when you were younger, but we were foolish and didn't," Carla said. She tightened the strap that was holding her black hair into a ponytail.

Eren looked anxious.

"Well, just tell me what it is already!" Eren said. He had always been an impatient one.

"Eren…we've arranged a marriage for you," Carla said. Eren blinked, unsure of what he just heard.

"Wait, what?"

"We arranged a marriage for you. We've had it ready even before you were born. You'll meet your fiancée in two weeks at 'Sasha Restaurant' downtown," Grisha said. Eren's mouth dropped.

"You're joking," Eren stated simply. They shook their heads.

"But…wait…you can't just drop this on me now!" Eren said, unsure what to think. Carla sighed.

"We knew you'd be like this…" Carla said.

Eren's head was ringing. How could they? Didn't he get to choose his own wife? They couldn't just force this on him!

"How could you do this to me?! Isn't this my life?! I should be allowed to marry whoever I please!" Eren shouted.

"We know Eren, but we think it's best for you! We're your parents! We wouldn't do anything that'd hurt you!" Carla said.

Both of their eyes locked angrily.

Eren took a moment to breathe.

"Can I at least know her name?" Eren asked, not looking his parents in the eyes. He wasn't quite sure how to react quite yet.

"Her name is Mikasa Ackerman. She is also going to your college. I don't know if you've heard of her. She's eighteen years old," Grisha said calmly.

Eren felt as though he could scream. This was all so mind numbing. His parents had already chosen how his life was going to go without even asking him.

"Can I meet her parents?" Eren asked. Carla and Grisha looked down.

"They died about a year ago. They were murdered," Grisha said. Eren's anger suddenly faded away.

"…Murdered?"

"Yes. Mikasa's been living on her own for a while now. I heard she hasn't been doing too well," Grisha said.

Eren stood up.

"Please give me a minute…this is a lot to take in," Eren said before storming off into his old bedroom and locking the door.

How was he supposed to feel about this? He was going to be meeting a girl who he was going to marry in two weeks. A girl who's parents were murdered.

His head ached. Her name kept echoing through his head.

'Mikasa Ackerman. The girl I've never met but I'm supposed to marry.'