I've been toying with this idea for a while but my inherent dislike of reincarnation fics stopped me from trying to make anything from it. I finally managed to push my dislike for it aside and came up with this crap. Hope you can at least try to enjoy this first look into Eren's pretty fragile psyche. Please try to enjoy and please comment. I want to see how people take it.
(You can totally see my overwhelming confidence in this story)
Sincerely,
Shado on'nanoko.
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It was dark.
I couldn't figure out if wherever I was was pitch black or if I had my eyes closed.
I couldn't feel anything, my body numb to my surroundings.
I tried to take a breath but found I couldn't. Panic shot through my system quicker than a lightning strike, shoving my brain into overload, thinking too loud just to cancel out the silence in my ears.
No.
Remember.
That's right.
What happened? What do I remember? I remember Levi. Waking up next to him, smiling at his rumpled and sleepy figure.
I remember Mikasa, calm and quiet and smirking at something I said.
I remember Armin. Rushing in with a look of horror, screaming something about MP's and running.
Oh...
I remember the running, but I also remember being caught. Am I dead? Is...Levi?
No
nonono
Think harder!
We were caught, we were surrounded and Mikasa was yelling at me, in fact everyone was yelling at me. What did they say? Why did I hate it so much?
Levi grabbed me, shaking me so hard my neck hurt and growled something. I shook my head. Then...no, he didn't... he wouldn't... Then Levi hugged me, jabbed me in the neck and twisted.
My mind flooded with anger.
How could he?
I had shared that information with him in confidence and he used it against me! It does answer a few questions though.
I'm inside a crystal.
But what about...does that mean...
No
[crack]
By the walls, please, NO!
[crack]
Levi
[CRASH]
I breathed in deeply for the first time in centuries, rage boiling to the surface as I emerged from my cocoon as a titan. The archaeologists bracing themselves as their dig site exploded into muscle and bone, coated with thick flesh.
They didn't stand a chance and soon the personification of rage consumed them all, leaving no voices to tell the tale of the giant green-eyed monster.
When I came to in a pool of blood I didn't cry, I didn't scream or drown in grief. All I could do was sit, staring at my surroundings only vaguely reminiscent of a time before, the landscape crushed and shifted, molded into the unrecognizable plane of that horrible morning when I realized that I was alone.
Though alone then, I believed I wouldn't always be. I would find them.
I rose and walked, beginning a new life in the foreign world.
Always moving.
Always looking.
Always waiting.
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