I'm baaaaack. Ok, so you're probably wondering what I've been up to. Most of you guys probably came from Haven and are wondering what the hell I've been doing. Ima keep it real with you chiefs, I haven't written jack for a new chapter for Haven. But, fuck it. I told y'all that I was writing each chapter for that story as if it were the last one.

-Now, it's not like I haven't wanted to write a new chapter, I've just been busy. Understand that I started the story literally the last day of my freshman year at college. Yeah, you know how they say college is much harder than high school? Yeah, well unlike when they said high school was much harder than middle school, they actually weren't lying this time. Plus it was a World Cup year, if you've had the unfortunate circumstance of reading my first story, you'd know that I'm a huge football(soccer) fan. I actually wrote my first story a little over 4 years ago, a few weeks after the 2014 World Cup ended. I was held up the entire month when my grandparents came to visit as I was watching the world cup with them. Then I went on vacay to Disney World. Finally, before I knew it, it was time to pack up and move in to my student apartment for my sophomore year here at college. Unfortunately, after a 3 hour drive, less than 30 minutes away from my destination...I was rear ended. The situation shook me up and I ended up losing my tv. Thankfully I walked away from the situation just fine, but my car was totaled and I couldn't think straight for an entire month. I drowned myself in my schoolwork the entire month of September. I just came to terms with my situation and decided to stop being a bitch about it. Only problem, I'm in college and updates won't be guaranteed. Hey! It's a valid excuse. College is hard.

-Anyways, I decided to write an Attack on Titan x Berserk crossover because AoT manga is starting to get lit and Berserk is the best manga of all time, imo.

-I decided to publish this story under the Attack on Titan community, because there is a severe lack of readers in the Berserk x AoT fanfiction and sever lack of fanfiction/readers in the Berserk community in general.

Disclaimer:

Rating: R/MA/NC-17

Strong suggestive language and explicit scenarios WILL occur in this story. If you are offended by any sort of language, then click away as Guts, from Berserk, is a very crass individual that holds zero regards for anyone else's feelings and emotions.

I do not own Berserk or Attack on Titan.

Elfhelm 05 AD

The air was far too sick for Guts. Not the type of sick where one would contract a disease, but rather a sweet sickness in the air. Everywhere he looked, he saw joyous faces. All the faces around him had a merriment to them, laughing amongst one another while being aloof to their surroundings. It was disgusting to him.

Perhaps it was the sour mood he was already in. The flower monarch had dismissed him earlier, referring to him as a hindrance to Casca's recovery. Guts grit his teeth at the thought. He hated it. Despised it. Loathed the thought with every fiber of his being. Yet, he could not soundly argue against those claims. He knew that in his weakness he had shattered the little trust he had with Casca, if he even had any at all, when he forced her into submission. Some sort of darkness within himself took over and Guts fought tooth and nail to return to reality. Unfortunately, it had been too late. Casca was in full fear of Guts and only tolerated his presence when in the company of Schierke or Farnese. It was funny, both girls stood no chance if he would ever decide to wield his sword against them, but they gave Casca a sense of comfort that Guts would be forever grateful for.

Guts sighed as he walked away from where Casca and the other two girls were. He made it about ten paces when he felt a hand on his right shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

Guts turned toward the source. It seemed that while he was lost in his thoughts, he had completely neglected to notice that he was being accompanied by Serpico, who was currently looking at him with calculating eyes. Isidro lagged, behind them with the Merrow girl walking beside him. What was the girl's name again? Salma? Elma? Isma? That's right. Isma was the girl's name. He didn't know why she was tagging along with them. From what he had heard, the girl had always wanted to meet her mother. The girl had finally gotten her wish, but instead of staying and living out her days with the Merrow, the creature had instead decided to place the young girl in his care and Isma seemed to have zero complaints.

Guts didn't really care honestly. He wouldn't turn the girl away, but he wouldn't watch her every step. It seemed that job belonged to Isidro and Isidro was doing just fine.

Guts focused his lone eye onto Serpico.

"Does it matter?" Guts lazily asked the blonde swordsman.

Serpico chuckled. In his time accompanying the black swordsman he had understood that Guts was a man of few words and even fewer emotions. In truth, he hadn't really expected a detailed answer.

"I suppose not" Serpico responded.

Guts resumed walking forward, his black cape flowing behind him swishing with every step he took. The black cape accented the armor he wore and sleekly matched the hunk of metal it hid from the people's view.

Serpico silently followed the black swordsman, the only sounds to be heard were the terrible jokes Isidro kept telling Isma, Isma laughing at every single pathetic one. Her laughs seemed genuine.

'She doesn't get out much, does she?' was what flowed through Guts' mind. He shook his head at another pathetic joke from the young boy and kept walking.

It must have been 15 minutes that Guts suddenly realized it was quiet. He looked behind him and was met with a questioning gaze from Isidro. Isma looked aloof to the situation but stuck close to the monkey looking boy the entire while. Guts turned his head and noticed a bored like gaze upon Serpico's face. Guts looked at his surroundings and saw that the cheerful inhabitants were gone. When had they left them behind? Guts had been too lost in trying to drown out Isidro. The environment was still the same lush green as before but lacked the joyous laughter it held before. It was silent. Dead silent. Guts kept surveying the area until he noticed a forest up ahead.

The forest was dark and desolate. The trees were dead and had lost their leaves, the dirt path was covered in uneven moss. The creatures of the island had obviously stayed away from this area. Strangely though, despite its dreariness, the forest held a magical aura to it. Guts was drawn by curiosity and stepped forwards towards the pique of his interest.

"H-Hey!"

Guts stopped. He slowly cocked his head towards Isidro, silently imploring the boy to speak his mind.

"Shouldn't we…" Isidro squeaked, he then cleared his throat and added a slight deepness to his voice. Guts almost smirked at the situation but kept his face neutral, so as to not dampen Isidro's confidence. If the other two noticed Isidro's faux bravery, they did not comment.

"Shouldn't we avoid the entire place on this island that looks like it could spell trouble? I mean, look at that" he pointed with resolve, "I don't wanna fucking go in there!"

Serpico looked at Isidro before finally turning his attention towards Guts. Guts looked unwaveringly at the boy through his eye, waiting seconds, that seemed like moments, before finally speaking.

"In life there are curiosities. It's in our human nature to sate these curiosities. Now is one of those times. You can take Isma and turn around now and head back to where Casca and the others are. You can stay here and wait for me to come back. Or you can follow me into the forest and find out what secrets it holds. I want to know what's in there and I'm not leaving until I do." Guts responded.

With his monologue over, the black swordsman strode forward and made his way towards the mysterious forest. He heard footsteps to his right. By their earlier position and their steady sounds, Guts could only logically guess they were Serpico's. It seemed the boy had opted to stay put. It disappointed Guts, if he was being honest, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.

"Since when are you a philosopher" Serpico asked.

"I'm not" Guts responded, slightly tilting his head towards the blonde. "I said the stupidest shit that came to my head. Something a naïve boy that believes in heroes would listen to. Looks like it didn't work. Maybe Isidro's self-preservation has increased since our time together."

Their silent walk was brief before they heard Isidro's screech.

"Maybe not" Serpico said amusedly.

"WAIT!" Isidro yelled. Guts smiled to himself before wiping it off his face as he turned around. It was a comedic sight as Isidro sprinted towards them with one free hand while the other held onto Isma.

"Wait" Isidro said with ragged breaths. "I'm going to be honest here, I really don't want to go in this forest. But if it's an adventure with you guys" Isidro smirked cockily, "then I'm all in."

Guts nodded his head and was about to finally make his way into the forest until he was interrupted one last time. By Serpico, this time.

"What about her" the blonde said, gesture with a nod towards the girl. "She wants to come too?"

Isidro looked at her with bulging eyes.

"AAAH! I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T ASK YOU WHAT YOU WANTED TO DO."

The boy was in a serious disarray.

"You don't have to come with us" he started "you can go ahead and go back. NO WAIT! That's not gentleman like. I'll go with you if you want! Wait no, I said I was going into the forest! Aaaah!" Isidro screeched while beating on his head with balled up fists.

"Hey, woah calm down" Guts said as he went to stop the boy's self-assault.

Isma giggled, drawing the attention of the three boys.

"Don't worry about me" she said "I wanna go too!" Her eyes closed as her smile directed at Isidro became wider.

'She's gorgeous' Isidro thought with stargazed eyes.

'So adorable' Serpico thought to himself as he noticed the young pair.

'These two better not fuck on this adventure' Guts thought.

The group of four had finally resolved on a decision and walked towards the forest.

They had been walking for what seemed like an hour, in the forest and the groups morale was the same as ever. Guts with a determined yet nonchalant gaze, Serpico following lazily, Isidro walking obediently yet still anxious like before. Isma had boosted the boy's confidence but not by much. Finally, the group had reached the forest's center. What they saw surprised them.

The trees in the center were lush and strong. The width of the trees was easily the size of a doorway. The leaves were mainly green but had a slight vibrant blue hue to them. However, that wasn't what shocked the group. The anomaly to them was the fact that on these wide trees, there were paintings. They weren't regular paintings, rather paintings that moved. Not only did they move, but if one were to pay close attention, they could almost hear faint voices coming from them.

"What..the…" Isidro stared in amazement "what is this?"

No one answered him.

Guts walked around each tree, there were 6 in total, and took in the details. One scenery showed a young boy, around 15 with brown wild hair and green eyes. The boy seemed to have his own type of berserker armor, as he transformed into a ferocious warrior in white.

'Boring' Guts thought.

Guts skipped a painting that seemed to have levitating men with spiky golden hair. He moved onto a picture of a warrior surrounded by snow. The man looked ancient…yet youthful at the same time. The man had white hair, with cat like yellow eyes. The warrior was fighting warriors of extreme height and build. At a glance they all seemed to be wearing a type of berserker armor.

'Impossible' Guts scoffed.

Guts then stopped in front of an oak tree with a picture of a young boy and girl. If he had only a moment to decipher the moving painting, he'd assume they were siblings but at further scrutiny they held no resemblance whatsoever. The boy looked like he had been sleeping and woken from a deep slumber. The boy had tears in his eyes.

'Pathetic' Guts rolled his eyes.

"Interesting isn't it?"

Guts turned towards Serpico.

"What?" He asked.

"Interesting" Serpico repeated. "These painting seem to move and speak."

"Yeah" Guts said "interesting…"

"Interesting adventure, but I don't think there's any harm here. If something wanted to attack us, it would've done so long ago when we first entered the forest." Serpico glanced towards Isidro and Isma looking at each painting at a safe distance, excitement in their voice. He turned his attention back towards Guts, "should we head back?"

"Yeah, obviously nothing but boredom here. Maybe someone just likes hoarding this art to themselves."

Serpico nodded and smiled softly as he looked over Guts' shoulder.

"Ah, a boy and his mother. The closest bond in family, in my opinion."

Guts looked at him strangely.

"What? That's not his mother. He's with his frien…" Guts was left at a loss of words as he looked behind him and saw the scenery change to the boy inside his home as he argued with his mother.

'What the fuck?' Guts knew the pictures moved, but he swore the picture was of a young boy and girl. He turned his full attention to it and saw as the young boy yelled at his mother and stormed outside. Guts and Serpico were then left wide eyed as it changed to the mother chasing her son and grabbing him outside. Serpico obviously didn't know that the scene had initially changed.

"What the hell is going on here?" By now Guts had attracted the attention of Isidro and Isma.

"Hey" Isidro started, "is it just me, or are these pictures moving as if they were real life?"

Again, he received no answer but the looks on both Guts and Serpico's faces were all the confirmation he needed.

Guts snapped out of his puzzlement and reached toward the painting.

"We need to fig…" a bright blue light emitted from both the painting and Guts as they came in contact. All Guts heard was Isidro and Isma yelling out towards him before everything flashed white.

Shiganshina 845

Guts woke up with a throbbing pain in his head.

'Fuck me, how high did I fall?' His back was probably the part of his body that ached the most. 'Fucking hunk of metal. Great weapon, shit cushion.'

Just as Guts was about to continue lamenting his injury, he was interrupted by a soft but panicked voice.

"Oh my goodness, are you alright mister?"

Guts looked up and met eyes with the woman from the painting. She frantically ran down the stairs to where he lay.

Guts groaned as he rolled over and pushed himself off the ground, all 400 pounds of his sword becoming very evident upon his face.

"You shouldn't move too quickly" the woman said. She placed a hand upon the back of Guts' head, as if to support the entire weight of his frame. "You could pull a muscle or cause a strain. My husband told me these things, he's a doctor."

Guts gave a small laugh at that.

"Believe me ma'am, I've been in far worse situations."

Guts finally managed to get himself off the ground with gritted teeth. He stretched himself a bit before cracking his neck and looking around.

'The woman's house, a river with greenery, more houses, a wall, more houses…wait.' Guts craned his head up. Now, normally a wall wasn't unfamiliar to Guts. He had been in many while he was a mercenary. He had been in castles that belonged to minor lords, the military and his royal majesty. 'The incestuous fuck.' No, walls weren't a rarity to Guts. However, what was a rarity was the fact that the walls seemed to at least be 40 meters in height.

"How tall is that wall?"

The woman looked at the back of Guts' head strangely.

"50 meters stranger. Didn't know that?"

Guts kept looking forward. From her tone of voice, it seemed the height of that wall was very common knowledge. That wasn't much of a surprise, the woman obviously lived here. What was confusing was that the woman knew he was a stranger yet still expected him to have knowledge of the walls' height. That limited the options of his scenario. Either this place didn't receive that many travelers. 'Possible' Or they lived in a civilization, separated by these walls and were close to one another yet still lived separate lives to be called strangers. 'Knowing my damn luck, it's the latter.'

"Excuse me" Guts turned to face her. Her hand flew to her face as she stifled a gasp. 'Huh, obviously didn't get a good look at my face when she helped me.' Guts' face didn't let up what was going on inside his head as he blankly stared at the woman, the silence between them growing awkward by the second. Finally, the woman regained her courage.

"Would you like to come inside so you can rest. I think the fall did a little more damage than you let on."

Guts gave a bored look down towards the woman, he didn't need help from anyone much less a woman that couldn't even keep her own brat in check. He was on his way to rejecting her offer before the situation he was in finally dawned on him. He was in a place that wasn't Elfhelm, the people here were strange, and he didn't have a clue on how to navigate the area. He supposed he could wing it, but from his experience there was always trouble waiting for him wherever he went. He supposed he could just swing through the trouble, as he always had, but in a society that seemed was connected with little outside support, Guts theorized that making enemies wasn't the best scenario. He wouldn't back down from it, if an idiot wanted a problem then they'd get a fist full of steel, but he'd at least try and avoid possible conflict.

"Fine" he told the woman curtly.

The woman nodded and turned to walk up the stairs into her home with Guts following suit. The inside of the woman's house was small a decent sized home. He noticed that the first bedroom to his right as he walked through the doors, large area and large bed. 'Parents.' He then saw another room, a decent sized room for one person yet it seemed smaller due to the second bed in it. 'Kids.'

That was interesting. The husband was a doctor yet lived in a humble home. Doctors usually held places on the royal's courts, depending on how good they were. The other notable thing was the two beds in the children's room, they were both a good size for a child around the age of the two kids he saw earlier. Since he hadn't seen another child hanging around the boy and he doubted they were with their father who, he presumed, was at work…the black-haired girl lived here as well. The boy obviously took after his mother; therefore, he assumed the girl looked like the father. He was wrong. His theory fell flat after 5 seconds when he noticed a portrait of what seemed to be an oil-based family painting of a man, the woman and the boy. The man had decent length hair, almost shoulder-length, with an oval face, greyish eyes and brown hair. The girl looked nothing like both the woman and man and was omitted from the painting. It wasn't recent, the boy was easily around 1 to 2 years of age, the woman's face was slimmer and more vibrant.

Guts could only assume that the young girl must have been a ward of the family. It would explain why the home was so small and seemed to accommodate two children in one room as a last resort effort. It would also explain why the girl looked nothing like the family. Guts shrugged it off and assumed that the family took the girl in due to their caring nature. The mother seemed to have a heart of gold so far.

Guts took a seat at the long table as the woman went into her bedroom and brought out a wooden box. She took out some white wrapping and a bottle that held a light green liquid. Guts fought the urge to leave right then and there, he would be damned if he was coddled by a stranger.

"I'm fine" he stated.

The woman scoffed and began to shake the green fluid before popping the cork on top.

'Who does this woman think she is?' Guts thought with a puzzled expression. Did she not see his height? The scars on his body? The armor, the heavy sword, the blood running down the side of his face, the…

The blood running down the side of his face? He wiped the side of his face with his right hand and stared at the crimson liquid. He went to wipe his forehead with his arm until it was slapped away by the woman in front of him.

"Hey! Don't do that! God knows how long you've been outside and how dirty you are. It could get infected."

Guts would be lying if he said he wasn't startled. He could come to terms with the woman becoming vocal with him. What he wasn't expecting though, was for her to physically stop him. He could've thrown her to the other side of the room, but all he could do was look out the window and stare dumbly as she began to clean his forehead.

The silence became too much for Guts, so he started asking about the area. After more strange looks from the woman, she told him that there were 3 walls and that the last remnants of humanity were within them.

'Just my fucking luck.'

Guts kept quiet as she continued to explain the 3 Walls: Sina, Rose and Maria. They were in one of the four outermost districts: Shiganshina. He didn't know how, but the woman began talking about her husband, Grisha, and how they first met. She said the man had cured a disease that was rapidly wiping out the population and was on the verge of becoming an epidemic. She rambled on about her family, Guts picked up two names on the way: Eren and Mikasa.

'Alright, let me take this in. Her husband cured a plague, a plague that was on the brink of being an epidemic and was more than likely a high priority for the government to fix. He was regarded as a hero for his work…yet he's living in the outermost district in a humble home?' Something wasn't adding up.

He looked out the window, drowning out what the woman was saying. The sun had started to go down, he supposed the sun would start setting in about an hour.

"Oh!"

Guts focused on her at the suddenness of her exclamation.

"How rude of me. I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Carla. Carla Jaeger" she said.

Carla. He now had a name for the face. Carla Jaeger, he guessed she did look like a Carla. Jaeger? He'd never heard a last name like that before.

"Guts" he responded. She furrowed her eyebrows, clearly expecting a full name from him. "Just Guts."

"Guts…" she trailed off.

He wasn't surprised by her confusion. Even back in Midland, the people he'd met were confused by his name. It wasn't everyday that you met someone named after a human organ. Where he was from, the only two times the word "guts" was relevant was when you disemboweled a man and when you had bravery no one else had. He was the latter, and that's where his name came from. At least, that's what Gambino told him. But he wasn't telling his origins to everyone he met and sure as hell he wasn't telling his life story to some stranger just because she had pretty eyes and bandaged him up.

Guts laughed inwardly. Casca had beautiful brown eyes and she had bandaged him up in the past…though it was usually because Griffith had forced her too. He soon became saddened at the thought of the woman. And unlike the previous moments…his face had betrayed him and showed himself like an open book to the woman in front of him. Guts quickly hardened his face and avoided eye contact with the woman.

Carla was worried for the swordsman and moved forward to place a comforting hand on the man's shoulder when the sky suddenly flashed yellow and a loud crashing noise came from outside.

Both Guts and Carla jumped to their feet at the sudden sound, the former much quicker. Carla dashed to the window and her hands flew to her mouth at what she saw.

Guts slowly walked behind her and looked out the window, his eyes widening in shock.

'What the fuck? What the fuck is that?'

A large red face, towering over the 50 metered wall looked down into the enclosed town.

"Eren! Mikasa!" Carla sprinted to the door and made it halfway when…

*BOOM*

Guts saw it midair, an enormous chunk of rubble making its way via midair flight. It kept traveling up and up…

'Don't fucking tell me…'

…before finally making its way down…in the direction of the Jaeger's house.

'Of course' Guts mentally groaned.

Guts sprinted towards the door, Carla only three quarters of the way. Guts growled in frustration at the woman's slow pace.

He quickly grabbed her when he heard the roof of the house suddenly collapse. Carla screamed. And Guts reached behind for his sword, Dragon Slayer.

So, do I still got it?

I've been obsessed on this crossover idea for quite a while now. There's a severe lack of Berserk x AoT fanfiction, despite the numersous comparisons over the years. Well, there's a sever lack of Berserk fanfiction in general. That's partly why I decided to submit this story under just Attack on Titan rather than a crossover of Berserk and Attack on Titan.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed.

-Brandon