Song: "Kiss the rain" by Yiruma
Disclaimer: I don't own Shingeki No Kyojin or any of it's characters.
The gentle sound of the rain calmly whispered into the night. It's constant stream was calming - hypnotizing, in fact. It wasn't raining too hard but it wasn't drizzling lightly either. The mellow flow made it's surroundings as melancholy as a lonely day. Though, some people wouldn't find it so. To help contribute the calming atmosphere, a cool breeze blew softly into the night, it's presence comforting a lone pedestrian who did not feel the melancholy of the rain.
Pitter patter... pitter patter... the rain went.
Pitter patter... pitter patter... onto the strolling pedestrian.
The said pedestrian embraced the rain with open arms. It helped calm her, sooth her, and refresh her. Oh how Mikasa loved the rain. How strange it was, for someone to love the rain so much yet be similar to it's complete opposite.
Close friends have always thought of her to be like fire because of how she handled situations. She dealt with them as similarly as to how fire deals with wood: quickly and with ease without much of a problem. It was also because of her firm beliefs of what's right and wrong that lit up a fire within her if ever she noticed something that was deemed as fallacious through her eyes.
Mikasa continued on with her stroll, not minding the way her clothes clung onto her skin; not minding the way she was soaking to the bone; not minding the emptiness of the street; not minding the approaching car dangerously swerving its way down the road towards her.
Wait. What?
An ear-splitting screech was heard and a sickening bang followed. At first all she could see was white. The ringing in her ears did not stop and every muscle in her body screamed in pain. It was a moment before everything went pitch black.
Morphine. That was morphine, right? It sure did smell like it, Mikasa mused. Her surroundings were still dark. But although she couldn't see anything, that didn't mean that she felt nothing. Her body was in absolute pain from her lower back to below. Even her head was pounding. God, just what had happened?
A throaty groan escaped her lips and she cringed when she unconsciously shifted her body. Ever so slowly, her eyes opened and she was greeted with a painful glow of light. She snapped her eyelids back shut before trying again once more. This time the light didn't hurt her sight so much- it was just blurry. She reached up to rub her eyelids and paused when she felt an object follow her arm.
Mikasa blinked and the blur reduced to a faint, clear sight. There was a wire attached to her. Mikasa reached out to pull the wire away but stopped when she heard a new, foreign voice in the room.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the voice said.
Mikasa's eyes left her arm and moved to look at the figure sitting on a single couch to her left. The couch was facing the wall, making her see only half of his features. Although she couldn't see him completely, she knew that he was a man. His legs were crossed, as were his arms. Dark bags were visible below his narrow eyes which were half-lidded. He wore a white long-sleeve dress shirt, a tie hanging loosely and his blazer swung neatly over the arm of the couch. Overall, he looked like a worn businessman.
Every instinct in Mikasa told her to not trust this man. Already she knew that he was nothing but trouble. His tone said it all. Even is uncaring eyes which were still not directed to her; it was focused on the wall ahead of him.
"You must be in the wrong room. Please leave, sir." Mikasa ordered, not liking the fact that there was an unknown man in the room. It didn't help that she didn't like him off the bat.
"That's no way to speak to the man that took you to the hospital," he said dryly. Mikasa's eyes narrowed. The man didn't catch that for he was still not looking at her. He continued: "Then again, I guess I deserved that. I did hit you with my car."
Immediately, Mikasas eyes widened. She could remember it now. The car sliding so dangerously on the slick road. The way her body had reacted to the impact. The way she could feel an even more intense pain than she felt right now. Her eyes narrowed back at the realization and she gritted her teeth furiously.
"You shouldn't drive when it's raining," she spat, her distaste for the man growing even more.
"Then how the hell am I supposed to get home?" he shot back, his neck turning 90 degrees to face her. Upon seeing his face, Mikasa was able to examine his expression more carefully. He was just as furious as her; there was a dark look on his face, fire burned in his eyes which shone in both amusement and annoyance. Mikasa pursed her lips, her brows furrowing in frustration.
The door creaked open and she turned her attention away from the irksome man. A blonde woman entered the room. The petite woman had a kind appearance: her amber hair was clipped back, some wisps of her hair falling on her benign face; her eyes were soft, a great contrast compared to the man sitting on the couch in the room.
"Hello, it's nice to see you finally awake!" the blonde said in a cheer. "My name's Historia and I, along with a couple of other nurses', have been helping you during the past two days. During that time, you showed no sign of waking up; it was really concerning. It's good to see you up now, though!"
Historia took her place beside Mikasas bedside to check her vitals. "You took a real nasty hit. We were worried that you might have had a major brain damage that was permanent." Historia wrote something down in her papers on her clipboard. "So, do you remember anything?"
Mikasa was quiet. Other than the reason why she ended up in the hospital, she couldn't remember any other events in her life. Slowly, she shook her head.
"I thought so," the blonde murmured. She stepped away from the machine and sauntered to the foot of the bed. "Do you remember your name?"
"Mikasa," she answered automatically. She paused. "I.. don't know my last name..."
"Oh. Hm, well that won't really help much as far as identification." Historia tapped her chin, her face thoughtful as she pondered on something. "There isn't much of a choice then. It seems that Levi-san will be taking care of you for the time being until you regain your memory. All you have is temporary amnesia due to the impact your head had with the cement. Luckily, you didn't hit the ground too roughly so regaining your memories will be a somewhat simple process."
"Levi-san?" Mikasa repeated, enunciating the name slowly. "You mean him?" she pointed a finger to the man sitting on the couch. Historia nodded.
"It's rude to point, brat."
"I would appreciate it if you shut up, sir," she retorted, not liking the fact that she was stuck with him. She then snapped her head back to the doctor. "There's no way I'm agreeing to that."
Before Levi could reply with his own smart retort, he was cut off by Historia.
"Now, now," she butted in, noticing the intense atmosphere the two were creating. If they kept it up with no disruptions, she could just imagine the chaos and further harm to Mikasas body if she over-exerted herself. "There's no other choice," Historia explained once the atmosphere was back to it's quiet state, "We don't know any of your emergency contacts and we can't just leave you here at the hospital. Levi-san's the only one that can take you in."
"Fat chance," Mikasa held her ground stubbornly.
"Mikasa, please," Historia sounded desperate. "Give it six months; that's the minimum amount of time it will take for your memory to recover completely."
"No."
The door opened and a brunette walked in. "Historia, we need you. Mai's in labor and she's fucking cussing up a storm."
"A-ah," Historia sounded reluctant. The brunette tapped her foot impatiently, her expression irritated.
"Come on, Historia! That little shit's gonna pop out of her-"
"Okay, okay, Ymir. I'm coming." Historia made for the door and paused. She looked back to Mikasa apologetically. "Please, Mikasa. It won't be long, just give it time." And then the door closed shut.
Mikasa sighed. She ran a hand through her black locks and winced when she felt the bandage on her head. A sting ran through her head, the immense pain causing her to lie back down onto the pillow.
The room was silent save for the beeping of the monitor and the low hum of the air condition. Mikasa stared at the ceiling, her mind rushing to find her missing memories. Her head ached at the effort and she closed her eyes as she exhaled to help reduce the pain. Just when she was about to drift off to sleep, the couch squeaked slightly, grabbing her attention causing her eyelids to snap open in alarm.
Her onyx eyes followed the man, Levi, as he left the room. "Aren't you going to ask me to live with you? Or do I not have a choice in this matter?" the last question sounded more like a statement.
Levi paused at the door and looked at her with an apathetic expression. "I'm not going to force anything on you. You can choose whatever the hell you want to do. The only reason why I offered my home was because I felt responsible for what happened." He grasped the doorknob and twisted it. "I'll be back in a few hours. I expect a definite answer by then." And then he was gone.
Mikasa stared at the closed door long and hard. If she had superpowers, the door would have had two burnt holes by then. But she didn't; she was just a regular human being in no state of having a perfect health. She knew that she needed his help but the thought of living with that insufferable man seemed impossible.
Her gaze left the door and was now staring listlessly at the ceiling. The steady beeping of her heart beat and the hum of the air condition was all she could hear. The only difference was that now she was left alone to enjoy the sound. There was nothing to enjoy, though. She preferred the sound and the scent of the rain better.
A/N: I really need to stop making the protagonists have amnesias and start to think of something new *^*
By the way, if you're caught up with the recent chapters, Christas real name is Historia. IM SORRY FOR THE SPOILER BUT ITS TO HELP CLEAR THINGS UP. THIS IS THE ONLY SPOILER. I PROMISE.
I actually wasn't planning on making Ymir as a nurse but then I stopped and chuckled at the sight of Ymir cussing at patients and telling them to "calm their tits, they were going to live."
Chapter 2, coming up! Reviews are gladly appreciated :)
~ Streaks of Moonlight