"Hikō 59 no subete no jōkyaku wa shite kudasai anata no nimotsu o shūshū shi, hikōki ni noru koto ga dekite, All passengers of Flight 59 please collect your luggage and be ready to board the plane." Mikasa let out a sigh as she closed the book she had been reading. She grabbed her bags and slowly walked to the boarding area. She passed the lady her ticket and was politely guided to her seating area.
"Arigato," Mikasa said politely taking a bow out of respect
Mikasa sat down and suddenly someone pats her on the back. "Sumimasen." A short woman said.
"Your Japanese needs work," Mikasa told her. The girl brushed her shoulder length ginger hair out of her face and smiled.
"Oh!" She chuckled. "My name's Petra, may I sit next to you?" She asked. Mikasa nodded and moved some of her belonging she had laid in the seat. "Ever been to Germany?" Petra asked her.
"I was born there. My mother was raised here. So when I grew old enough we all moved back to her hometown." Mikasa told the young woman. "You?"
Petra gave a little smile, "I grew up in Germany as well but I was given a job offer here which I couldn't refuse. But it's good to be returning home." Mikasa frowned at the word home. Even though Germany was her true home it didn't feel like it now. Home is with your Family, something she didn't have much of. "How long ago?" Petra asked Mikasa tilted her head in confusion. "How long has it been since you moved here?"
"Eight years," Mikasa responded she felt the warmth of the red velvet scarf wrapped around her neck remembering that day.
Mikasa wiped the tears out of her eyes and lifted up her dress as she trailed through the forest. "Mama? Papa?" She asked as she heard leaves rustling. Mikasa began to walk backward and tripped, face planting into the cold hard ground.
Suddenly Mikasa was brought to her feet, "Are you okay?" A young boy asked. Mikasa shook her head and shivered as the cold wind brushed through her. He took his scarf and wrapped it around Mikasa. "That should keep you warm. Where's your dad and mom?" He asked Mikasa shrugged.
"I got lost." She admitted. The boy grabbed hold of her hand and held it.
"Let's go look for them together." He offered. Mikasa stared into the boy's bright beautiful teal-green eyes and nodded.
Mikasa looked over who had fallen asleep, her head was leaning on her shoulder. Mikasa thought about how she should have never invited Petra to sit with her. But part of Mikasa wanted her though. She frowned and slowly got up from her seat to use the bathroom. Petra's body just fell right on Mikasa's chair, somehow she stayed asleep. Right, when Mikasa turned back she bumped into somebody. "Watch your step!" Mikasa yelled but when she looked up at the figure she had bumped into she froze.
"Sorry." He apologized. The guy brushed his hand through his chocolate brown hair and made a little smile. "Hello?" He asked as Mikasa was still frozen staring into his eyes, those no woman could forget.
"Gomenasai!" Mikasa said as her cheeks grew bright red. "I'm Mikasa, Mikasa Ackerman." She said almost apologetically.
"Nice to meet you, Mikasa. I'm Eren." He said forming a smile. Mikasa not knowing what to do with just responded with attempting to make a smile as well. "Well, I better return back to my folks. Once again, I'm sorry for bumping into you." Eren said then walked back to his seats of the plane. Mikasa immediately after he left rushed into the restroom and sat down.
"It's him," Mikasa mumbled to herself. She wiped away the shock on her face as Eren finally returned to his mom.
"You okay?" He asked her.
"I'm fine." She muttered, Eren never believed her but ignored his feelings and handed her the tissues she had asked for. His mother wiped the blood off which was dripping from her nose. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm supposed to be doing that for you." Her mother smiled. Eren sat down next to her and frowned holding her hand. "What took you so long anyway?"
Eren smiled, "Chatting." He told her, she just giggled in reply.