As you all may know "Eremikashipper4ever" dropped the story "The Second Chance", but rest assured she gave me the story to continue. Hope that's alright with everyone.
Prologue:
The ground was littered with bodies and covered in a red blanket of blood. Rain fell onto the tainted ground, as the smell of death lingered closely.
Bodies of titans and humans were spread for miles throughout the land, and only one person remained standing.
A solider, stood in the middle of the bodies. Rain poured onto her, as blood spilled from her own wounds.
Blood dripped off of the tip of her blade, as she stood frozen, not moving.
No other living thing was to be seen. The last solider dropped her blade, as they hit the soaked ground with a loud clang.
Water dripped from her bangs, as she collapsed to her knees. She lifted her head up, as the rain washed away the blood from her clothes.
It was finished. The war had ended.
Tokyo City, the year is 2016. The streets were extremely crowded with people, of all ages. In the middle of the crowd, a little girl walked with her parents.
She held her mother's hand tightly. The 9 year old girl had jet black hair, and deep bluish black eyes.
"Hold on Mikasa", her mother told her gently, as they came to a crosswalk.
The people waited for the Walk signal to light up.
Mikasa waited patiently, holding her mom's hand. The signal lit up, and the crowd of people began to cross the street.
Mikasa walked close to her parents, when she suddenly bumped shoulders with another child her age.
"Sorry..!", she quickly apologized. The boy glanced at her, not saying anything, as he quickly caught up with his own parents.
He had brown hair, and green eyes.
Mikasa blinked softly, as she stayed close to her mom. Something about his face...what was it? It felt like she had seen him somewhere before.
End of Prologue
The images were so foggy, clouded, shadowed, and yet they still managed to remain disturbing. She could just manage to make out vague images, blood, a blade, and...something else.
But it remained unclear.
Mikasa's eyes shot open, waking up suddenly. The sun shined in her bedroom brightly, her window halfway open, as a gentle, cool breeze came in.
Mikasa sat up, holding her hand to her head. Her raven black hair was short now, but a cute, feminine style. She ran her hand through her long bangs, and groaned slightly.
She had this dream often, it wasn't every night, but it was recurring. And every time she woke up from it, she always had a severe headache.
Sometimes even a migraine.
Mikasa glanced at the clock, which read 6:30 AM. She quickly got out of bed, and got ready for school. After getting a shower and changing into her uniform, which was yellow with a red tie, and dark blue skirt, Mikasa hurried downstairs.
She also wore a soft pink jacket. "Good morning!", she said quickly. "Oh, Mikasa! Dear, what about breakfast?", fussed Akane Ackerman, her mother.
"I'm late!", Mikasa replied, heading out. "Mikasa, your lunch!", her mother reminded, urgently.
"Oh...", Mikasa stopped, and hurried back into the kitchen. "Here, sweetie", Akane handed it to her, a Japanese bento, wrapped in a pink cloth.
"Thanks, mom", Mikasa smiled softly, she was 15 years old, but as tall as her mother. Mikasa looked a lot like her mother, in fact if she hadn't cut her hair, they'd look like twin sisters almost.
The main difference was Akane wore a more tired face. "Have a good day, sweetie", Akane smiled.
"I will", Mikasa hurried out then. Her father, Herrick Ackerman, was already at work. He ran a large Museum.
The majority of what he displayed was rare, ancient items, paintings, weapons and other found artifacts. There weren't any dinosaur skeletons, as it focused more on a later time.
People paid quite a lot for tours inside, so it was no secret the Ackermans made enough money to get by.
Mikasa hurried down the street, able to run quite fast. She ran under the trees, her hair breezing in the wind.
It was Fall, and the weather was turning cooler each day. Leaves began falling from the trees as well, and changing colors.
As she ran, some laughing caught her ear. Mikasa stopped, and saw three boys around her age, all surrounding a blonde boy, also around her age.
"Armin!", Mikasa glared dangerously, and ran over. The bully grabbed Armin by the shirt collar, slamming him against the brick wall.
"I'm not gonna say it again, you little wuss!", the bully sneered. Just as he raised his fist, Armin shutting his eyes tight fearfully, the other bully glanced, and suddenly looked terrified.
"Crap...it's Mikasa!", he yelled, fearfully. The head bully suddenly froze, and looked. Mikasa was running right towards them.
"Let's go!", within a second, the bullies ran off. Armin sighed in relief, looking down.
"Armin, are you hurt?", asked Mikasa, worriedly. "Yeah...thanks again", Armin replied, not looking up.
"You have to start standing up to them, Armin", Mikasa said, as the two started walking to school. "That's what Eren says...", Armin admitted.
"Eren...?", Mikasa asked, the name sounded so slightly familiar. "Oh, we've been talking online for months. He's really cool. And he's moving here!", Armin replied, smiling.
"Where's he from?", asked Mikasa. "He's from Germany, but his dad is a doctor, and gets lots of cases here in Japan, so they've decided to just move here", replied Armin.
Mikasa was quiet for a moment, as they walked. "Why didn't you mention him before?", she asked, curiously.
"Well, I guess I never thought about it", admitted Armin, sheepishly.
Soon they both arrived at school. Armin panted out of breath, while Mikasa didn't even look like she ran at all.
"That training you do must really work...", Armin admitted, breathlessly. "It doesn't work overnight though", Mikasa said.
They entered the classroom, there they saw Jean, Marco, Connie, Sasha, Annie, Krista, Ymir and their other classmates.
Mikasa sat at her desk, while Armin collapsed at his.
"Okay everyone, we have a new student", the teacher announced then. Mikasa looked up, to see the door slide open.
The boy had chestnut brown hair, green eyes and he wore intense eyebrows, looking very expressive and even a bit angry somehow.
Mikasa starred at him, for some strange reason her mind felt...so empty. And blank...and even weirder, she felt like it shouldn't be blank.
Like something was missing. "Please introduce yourself", the teacher said.
"My name is Eren Jaeger...I came from Germany", Eren said, simply. "I hear your father is a famous doctor", the teacher commented.
"Yeah...he is", replied Eren. "You can sit by Mikasa", the teacher told him. As Eren sat down beside her, he glanced at her.
He had that same strange feeling...his head felt so empty when he looked at her. And even though it should be anyway since she was a stranger, he felt like...it was more of a wall. Like his memory was blocked.
Mikasa glanced at him. "What?", she asked, noticing his intent starring.
"Oh...uh, nothing", Eren said, nervously. He even found himself blushing. Mikasa glanced at him still, also blushing slightly.
Armin looked at them both. 'This is so weird...when the three of us are together, it feels so...nostalgic...', he thought.
By lunch, most students went outside to eat in the courtyard or on the roof. Mikasa sat under a Sakura tree with Eren, Armin, Sasha, Annie and Connie, as she opened her bento box.
"I don't get how you adjusted to using chopsticks, Armin", Eren complained, as he struggled. "It's not that hard", Armin admitted.
Mikasa noticed Eren's lunch wasn't very healthy, it was cheeseburger, with a bag of chips, and a pop tart. There was also a can of soda.
"What is it?", Eren asked, seeing her stare. "That isn't a very healthy lunch", Mikasa pointed out.
"Wha..?! Hey, I work out a lot!", Eren defended. "You should eat healthier thought...", Mikasa said.
Eren glared, annoyed. But at the same time, they both felt weird.
'Why am I even telling him what to eat? We don't even know each other...', Mikasa thought, bothered.
"It's none of her business what I eat...why the hell didn't I say that?', Eren thought.
"Well, come on now Mikasa, at least he's not eating like Sasha", Armin pointed out, trying to ease the tension.
Sasha had 2 Japanese bentos, but also had a whole watermelon, and a plate of curry, with juice and soda. She also had 5 riceballs and pudding for dessert.
"How am I eating?", asked Sasha clueless, with fried shrimp in her mouth.
"You're going to get fat, Sasha", Annie pointed out. "Hey! I run track every day! I need this amount of food to keep from becoming underweight!", Sasha defended.
"Annie's right", Mikasa agreed. "The rest of you may want to eat like birds, but I like to enjoy life!", Sasha said, proudly.
After lunch ended, they had P.E together. First they had track, where Mikasa outran them all.
"What the hell?! How is she so fast?!", Eren panted, trying to keep up.
"She outruns everyone!", Connie said. Eren glared, trying to speed up. Mikasa was the first to finish though.
"Hey, what gives?! How'd you do it?", Eren asked, panting. Armin collapsed, out of breath.
"What?", asked Mikasa, looking at him, unphased. She didn't even break a sweat hardly.
"How can you be that fast?!", asked Eren. "I train", replied Mikasa, simply. "That's pretty amazing...", admitted Eren.
Mikasa blinked, and slightly blushed.
The school day soon ended, but Mikasa stayed after to do some studying. She wanted to get a head start on homework.
As she studied, she kept getting lost in her own thoughts. She still couldn't understand...why was Eren so familiar to her?
And yet every time she tried to place it, her mind was blank. Like a wall...was blocking her memory.
It also made her recall the strange dream she has often. She could never fully make out the images, but they were never pleasant looking.
The only things she could clearly make out was a strange looking sword or blade, and blood.
And every time she woke up from the dream, she had a splitting headache. It ended within an hour after, but it still made no sense.
Mikasa also never bothered to tell her parents, not wanting to worry them.
Mikasa's thoughts were interrupted when her phone rang. She blinked, and answered it.
"Mikasa? Sweetie, are you okay?", it was her mom.
"Yeah, sorry mom. I wanted to stay a bit late and study", replied Mikasa. "Okay, I figured but wanted to be sure. Come home soon, its getting dark out", Akane said, softly.
"I will", Mikasa said. After she hung up, she sighed worriedly. She got up, getting ready to leave.
Her mother was always physically weak, and had health problems. Her health only deteriorated after giving birth to Mikasa.
Mikasa always felt partly responsible for her mother's bad health. Her parents were unaware of this, it was something Mikasa kept buried deep.
She exited the school, and started walking home. As she did, it only got darker, the sun setting fast.
The streets were quiet and deserted on her way home.
It was eerily quiet. The only sound was the wind, and leaves rustling. Mikasa continued, her thoughts traveling again, about her dream.
She looked down at the sidewalk as her thoughts traveled, trying to figure out what the last image was.
It was always the most foggy, and she could never place it.
It seemed like some kind of figure...a person.
But...who? Just as Mikasa started walking passed a brick fence, with several flowers lined on top, she suddenly saw a dark figure walking towards her.
She froze, it looked like a grown man. Mikasa glared, and went to turn around, but then froze, seeing another man approaching her from behind.
"Where ya going, baby?", the one asked, a sick grin on his face. Mikasa chose not to respond, as her heart started to race. She went to reach for her phone, when suddenly the guy behind her ran up, and grabbed her.
"LET GO!", Mikasa screamed, as she kicked and fought viciously. "Whoa, she's a fighter!", the man grinned, and slammed Mikasa against the brick fence.
Mikasa cried out in pain, but glared, still fighting.
"Hold still, bitch!", the man glared, as he struggled to hold her still.
Mikasa only struggled more, glaring, she then managed to kick him in the balls.
"SHIT! Damn it!", he let go of her, falling to the ground.
Mikasa took her chance, and ran. She was fast, she knew she could outrun them. But as she ran around the corner, a third man grabbed her.
"Nice try", he sneered. Mikasa glared, and kicked. "DON'T TOUCH ME!", she screamed, hoping someone would hear her.
The man slammed her against the brick fence, his grip much stronger than the other guy's.
Mikasa gritted her teeth, she was sure her shoulder was bruised. "Now hold still, bitch...", he growled, as the other two men approached as well.
Mikasa glared, and only struggled more, as the man reached his hand toward her breast.
"No...!", Mikasa struggled hard, shutting her eyes tightly. When his hand was only an inch from her breast, the man suddenly froze.
Mikasa opened her eyes, and she suddenly gasped. The man collapsed, hitting the ground, a stab wound in his back.
"What the fuck?!", the other guys looked, at the same time as Mikasa. Eren stood there, glaring dangerously, holding a knife.
"Don't fucking touch her...", Eren snarled, shaking. "You little punk!", one of the men ran at him, but Eren dodged, and stabbed him in the side.
"Shit!", the man collapsed, as Eren stood his ground. Mikasa stood there, frozen, her heart racing.
The third man glared, he then grabbed Eren by the throat. Eren yelled out, as he dropped the knife.
"You little bastard! I'll kill you!", the man growled, as he tightened his grip around Eren's throat.
Eren struggled, choking. "M-M-Mikasa...f-fight!", Eren choked, looking straight at her. Mikasa starred, horrified at first.
"FIGHT!", Eren yelled, as he choked. Mikasa trembled, and she suddenly saw a memory flash through her mind.
Like she was looking right into a memory, for a second she saw something different. A younger Eren, being held against a wall, being strangled, in a house.
It flashed several times, as Mikasa unconsciously grabbed the knife off the ground.
'What's happening...this isn't the first time I held a knife..with the intent to kill. I stood like this before...but...when? And why can't I remember...', Mikasa's thoughts raced frantically, as she held the knife firmly.
She then glared, and suddenly sprinted at the man.
Yelling, she stabbed him right in the back. The man dropped Eren, and collapsed to the ground, bleeding out.
Mikasa fell to her knees, panting, dropping the bloody knife.
Eren coughed, as he sat up. "Are you hurt...?", he asked, breathlessly. Mikasa looked at him. "N-No...I...", Mikasa winced then, and hissed in pain, her shoulder throbbing.
"What is it?", asked Eren, worriedly. "I think my shoulder's sprained...", replied Mikasa, gritting her teeth.
"Easy...come on, let's get out of here", Eren got up, and took Mikasa's hand. The two hurried away from there, and hid near the park.
"It's from when that bastard slammed you against the wall, right?", asked Eren, worriedly, as he looked at her shoulder.
"I think so...", Mikasa replied. "People like them...they're animals. They don't deserve to breathe the same air as us", Eren glared.
"Thank you...for helping me", Mikasa said softly. Eren's eyes softened, as he noticed she was shivering.
"Here...", he removed the red scarf he had been wearing. Mikasa blinked, as he wrapped it awkwardly around her neck.
"You can keep it", he said. Mikasa starred at him, eyes a little wide. In that moment, she got such a heavy feeling.
A familiar feeling. Unlike anything she ever felt before. It was so extremely heavy, like she was being weighed down.
She didn't even realize tears were in her eyes.
"Mikasa?", Eren noticed, worried. Mikasa blinked, feeling the wetness in her eyes. "What's wrong?", asked Eren, worriedly.
"I'm not sure...I just...it feels like this happened before", Mikasa admitted, as she wiped her eyes.
Eren looked at her, shocked. "You too...?", he asked. Mikasa looked at him.
"You mean...you've been...", she started. Eren nodded. "Ever since I met you today, I keep getting these strange feelings of de'jevu or something...", he admitted.
Mikasa was quiet, unsure what to make of this. Any of it.
"I'll walk you home", Eren finally said, breaking the silence. Mikasa nodded softly, and took his hand.
They both blushed, and yet...strangely, it didn't feel awkward. It was like...they knew each other so well.