P.O.V. Levi
I first met her when I was ten years old. And no, we didn't meet on good terms. She was nine and lived in foster care.
I was living with my Uncle at the time. He had sent me out to go get my food for the week, giving me forty bucks. To get to the grocery store you'd have to go three blocks, cut through a park, and pass two stores before arriving at the store. Tucking my hands in my sweatshirt I played with the bills in my hands.
I was about to cross the street to get to the park before I head a small yelp and the slam of a door. I snapped my head in said direction and froze. A small heap of raven black hair was pulling on a door trying to keep someone from getting out. And then the person on the other end shouted and stopped. The girl stepped back and fell off the steps.
Pulling herself up she ran my way but before she could cross the street a line of cars appeared. She stopped next to me panting hard as she muttered, 'Please, please hurry.' During the small time I had, I eyed her small frame. She was shoeless, her shirt was too big and falling off on one side, and she was wearing a pair of dirty shorts. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, but I could practically hear my mother scolding me for that. I moved my eyes up to her face and lost all coherent thoughts. Her upper lip was busted, she had a black eye, on the other eye was a red rim from god knows what, her nose was bruised, and there was a gash on her forehead. Though her eyes, the were as hard as steel and had small flakes of silver.
"Where are you?! You worthless girl!" Came an awful scream from the back of where she came from. The girl next to me yelled in fear. Sighing I rolled my eyes and grabbed her arm as I ran in front of an oncoming car, it screeched to a halt. I looked at the drivers and gave him a devious smirk.
"Wha-What are you doing?" the small voice behind me asked. I ignored her and dragged her into the park tunnel, it was small and was a hideous yellow.
"So who was she?" I asked after leaning back on my hands. She feigned confusion and asked.
"Who was who?" I glared at this injured girl and she broke and sagged her shoulders and dropped her head.
"She's my guardian. Or foster mom," she whispered barely audible.
"I think you should get that cleaned up," I said pointing to her gash.
"It's fine."
"It'll get infected."
"You should leave." I stared at this girl in confusion. Leave? But I am trying to help. A part of me didn't want me to leave her, she looked so fragile but her eyes glowed with a will and strength.
"Tell me your name," I asked in a tone that didn't sound like a question.
"Mikasa."
"No last name?"
"I...I don't remember." She looked honestly confused, I felt pity for her.
"Well...you can have my last name," I said forgetting she doesn't even know my name.
"Oh yeah? Well, what's your name then?" She asked with a small smirk.
"Levi. Levi Ackerman." She gave me a small smile. Well, I mean it wasn't really a smile but I'll let it count. And she left, I watched her run down the block a second before I went on with getting my food.
"Tch, can I go now?" I snapped at the detective sitting across from me. He glared at me but nodded while turning off the camera.
"You're free to go." His gruff voice sighed exhaustedly. I eyed the fat flab but nonetheless finally left.
I walked through the parking lot and found my Jeep. I hopped into the front seat and sat. My hands clung onto the steering wheel and I let my thoughts wander. Until it landed on her, I felt a turmoil of emotions and slammed my head on the wheel and screamed.
"WHY! GIVE HER BACK TO ME!"
