Wall Titania Production
I had a rough night with my brother and thought of this. I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin.
Yelling.
A knife.
A familiar body slumped onto the floor.
Daddy.
More yelling.
No. Screaming.
A pair of scissors.
Such a sweet voice was screaming.
She was ordering me to do something, but what?
Screaming louder.
An axe.
A splatter of blood on the ground.
Mommy.
Three tall figures heading toward me.
Run.
That's what Mommy was trying to say in her final moments.
Run.
They were getting closer.
Come on, Mikasa, run.
Run, dammit!
Move!
Fight!
She awoke with a start. Mikasa sat up quickly, breathing heavily and ignoring the way her head swam from the action.
Everything was dark and it had the strong smell of hay. Several feet away from her, she could hear someone else's deep breaths.
Eren.
It was about a month after the fall of Wall Maria. She and Eren were in a barn that they were given permission to sleep in. It was a rough month but... she wouldn't let it show. Mikasa didn't want to worry Eren.
Suddenly, Mikasa heard Eren's breath hitch and start making panicked noises in his sleep. Her eyes widened and she quickly approached his side. She looked him over but he didn't seem to be in any pain.
She couldn't do anything to help if she didn't know what was wrong. It pained her to see her family in such a state and not be able to help.
Eren rolled over and his hand fell onto hers. He unconsciously squeezed it and curled up tighter.
"M... Mom..." he said weakly. "Mom..."
It finally dawned upon her. Eren was having nightmares too.
How could she not notice? What a terrible sister that made her...
She shook those thoughts out of her head.
Don't worry about that now; worry about Eren.
She scooted herself closer and pressed the warmth of her body against him. He didn't wake up nor did he move away. In fact, he inched closer.
Mikasa smiled and rested her head against his back. "Goodnight, Eren..."
...
When Eren awoke the next morning, he was very confused as to why Mikasa was beside him.
He was sure that he had slept away from her...
There was troubled expression etched upon her face and she still hadn't released his hand.
"Did she... have a nightmare?" he asked quietly to himself. Her expression eased a bit when he put a hand on her head. That confirmed it.
He sighed. "If you wanted me to help, you should have just said something..."
Yet another muse that lost the original train of thought...
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