Disclaimer: Don't own shit. Not even the half can of soda in my fridge, I know, is sad, but what am I gonna do about it? Nothing! That's the way I roll!...So what if it's pathetic? You'll never know me and I'll never know you so stop beatin' around the freaking bush and start reading the story already…seriously, so not cool…And yeah, that's the disclaimer!
Chapter 1: It all starts with a Boom.
November 24th, 03:22 a.m. Japan, Osaka Downtowns. Eren Jaeger's apartment
The night was quiet, but again, Eren's apartment wasn't in the most 'transited' of the streets —fact that Eren discovered too quickly for his own preference—so the only things that could be heard were the sound of their own heartbeats and occasionally the echo of a distant car.
Aside Eren's screams, obviously.
"Oh no. Hell no! I'm gonna help you guys, not again" He protested, standing up from his seat in the lounge couch and throwing an angry glare at the source of his outburst.
Reiner cleared his throat with a gloved hand.
"Eren…We know that-"
"No! You don't know shit!" He interrupted "Don't you people understand that I'm over that?"
"You can't simply be 'over' with, Jeager. This aren't the type of things we left behind"
"Fuck you too, Annie"
Silence.
"Eren, just…Don't make this more difficult to us" Berthold beseeched.
Difficult? Really? It was difficult for them to convince him? That was so fucking hypocrite that Eren didn't even considered that was worth to shout at.
"No" He calmly replied instead of his original idea of throwing them out the freaking balcony "When we finished the last…'job' a year ago you guys said that it was the last. Poof. The End. You let me go, I move as far away as possible from you, and that's it. No more fucking problems and, especially, no more fucking deaths!" he breathed "And now you come to my freaking house and blatantly ask me if I wanna help you out again? Are you fucking crazy?"
It seemed like Reiner was going to say something, but once again Annie approach in that matter and spoke first. Raising a pale hand
"First of all, do you call this shit-dump a house? I swear to god that even our room in Germany wasn't that dirty, with the money you'd made you could afford a decent place, and second, maybe this dorks here actually came to gently ask if you want to come and do whatever the fuck we must do, but I didn't" She conclude. "We are taking you back, and you are going to be in favor of it. Deal with it"
"Annie I swear to god I'm gonna-"
"You gonna what? I still could beat your ass to the floor and you know it, remember me who was your sparring partner?" she mocked.
"Annie, stop…" Reiner was still trying to reason his way through Eren "Eren this is for a good cause, I swear"
Eren flinched, that was just so Reiner-like, try using their past successes to persuade him. Eren took a sip from the cup of coffee that he was enjoying before the bastard trio knocked his door, all dressed in black trench coats like the fucking jinxes they were.
"You're full of shit, Reiner. You say the same thing back in Berlin, and you know what were the only things I saw there? Corpses. Fucking corpses!" He yelled. The nightmares still haunted his dreams. When he woke up in the dark night, sweated and sorrowful, regretting every action that himself had caused with the faces of the people that meet their end that morning in the factory.
"Eren, t-that's…You know why we-"
"I know why they died, you don't have to enlighten me with you wicked wisdom, Berthold"
Annie rubbed the bridge of her nose, visibly annoyed by the fact that Eren wasn't in favor of any way of approach by them. Why couldn't he just understand their predicament?
"Eren" Berthold called "you know that if we come back and you aren't with us, please, we're all childhood friends in here, besides…Zeke is-"
"Zeke is going to get pissed." Annie finished instead. "Pissed at us, at you, at everything. And you know how Zeke is when his angry, you saw him that time in Germany"
"You guys are fucked up, I can't believe I was your friend…and I don't…" he couldn't finish the sentence.
Eren hesitated, for one heartbeat he actually hesitated in his decision. There were two options in his mind. He could handle a mad man with the capability of start a World War or made that a politician shot himself— and that was just using his brains— or he could agree to the terms of the group in front of him and practically sell his soul to the devil itself once again, and neither of the options were useful to preserve his mental sanity. He clenched his fists and sit down in the couch.
"Is that you monsters don't see what are you doing?" He asked, in hindsight he didn't even expected a response, and if the actually saw all the pain that they were capable of infringe and even then still do it, then the qualification of "monsters" was more than earned.
"You're as much as monsters as we are, Jeager" Annie sentenced. And god dammit she was right. He actually was a monster. Not a human being, not anymore at least.
But he couldn't give himself the luxury of wavering.
"I...I won't…" He decided, even the monsters deserve some mercy. "I won't do it, not again. Even if that bastard of an uncle that I have comes here and rip my eyeballs out, I won't fucking do it" better die than live that way.
Silence once again, Annie poker face didn't tremble, not even for a moment. Berthold was just looking at his own feet's while Reiner seemed to be in deep thinking.
"I even signed up in high school!" he announced "It's just the last semester but after that I'll go to the college here, in Japan! I know I'll be in deep shit even if the MP find this apartment, but soon enough I'll move to a better one in the center, or maybe in Kyoto, I don't know, I could even get a girlfriend while I live like a college student. Like normal people do" "Like humans do…" he thought. "So please, fuck off and let me live." He finished, pointing at the door ignoring Berthold shivers and Annie uncharacteristic sad face.
"That's great, Eren, actually part of the…plan is that you sign up in a high school in Tokyo…But living a normal life? That's not an option anymore, it never was for us. We need you, for real." Eren raised an eyebrow when Reiner put his hand inside his trench coat at and took out a yellow folder that didn't even have a name written in. He put it in the coffee table and stands up from his seat, gesturing Berthold to do the same. "Our number is wrote in there, as well as the details of the…mission we got to accomplish, after you read it…burn it"
Berthold was the first one in getting out of the apartment, next was Reiner, wich turn around the arch of the door and gave Eren the look that he hadn't seen since that day.
Not since they were just kids.
Eren was prepared to burn the damn thing and
"Please, Eren, I know what you're thinking, but please, at least read it…You'll understand when you do" he finished, before following Berthold outside the flat.
The last one was Annie; she just looked at him with an expressionless face.
"Anything you want to say? Ann" He spited her old nickname as if it were poison.
"No, not to you" she said before muttering something to herself, her golden bangs covering part of her forehead and eyes. Those blue radiant yet cold eyes that Eren had once fallen for.
She left the apartment and Eren was alone once again.
alone with his thoughts, his fears and the annoying yellow folder that rested on his coffee table.
At first he just wanted to burn the thing and forget what Reiner had told him, but a part of him was screaming 'just look what it says; you'd own them at least that'.
"I own them nothing!" He thought to himself, but even so he looked the content of the unnamed item, they were at least 20 pages inside.
He looked the first one.
A beat
His eyes widened and the cup of coffee fell from his hand without even touching his lips, but he didn't even realize it until it broke against the floor, spilling the black liquid all over the carpet. And even then he didn't care about it.
He couldn't believe what he was reading.
He sit on the couch and use the first pen that he found to write down Reiner cellphone number, then, in less than 15 minutes he'd already read all the content of the yellow folder.
And, God, he wishes he hadn't.
That was just fucked up; he read it again thinking that it was only another one of the impudent lies of Zeke. But all made sense now, It was impossible that the glasses man had made the evidence up.
With pearls of sweet covering his forehead he threw the item at his modest small trash can and then, with a swift motion of his hand, he took out his lighter and let it fall head first inside the trash can.
In a matter of minutes the document were forever incinerated and the apartment ceiling was covered by a thin layer of smoke.
He ran to his bedroom and searched for his cellphone. It was under his pillow.
He called Reiner as fast as he could, but it was Berthold the one who answered.
"I'll do it" He told him immediately. "Sweden, right? I'll fucking do it"
It was for the good of the mankind, after all.
••••••••••••••••
January 19th, 07:46 a.m. Center of Tokyo. Howa Yunikōn High school and Middle School. Property of the Reiss Family foundation.
Howa Yunikōn high school— Or as it is normally called Yuni High— was the most prestigious High school in all the large and width of Japan, and officially recognized as one of the 5 better educationally institutions in all the globe. The schools grounds covered several hectares where the quantity of possibilities was enormous. The building itself was made by famed architects brought from overseas and the structures that they built range from clubrooms, classrooms, dorms—for the students that came from overseas as well— recreational rooms, 2 halls with indoor pools, the biggest auditory ever, laboratories, showers, a dojo, an archery ground, a basketball court, a big ass infirmary, an art room that looked like a freaking museum.
Hell, they even had a karaoke room.
And then it was the education, as all of the world recognized schools existent, Yuni high had the most qualified people serving as their teachers— and by "most qualified" they mean; more qualified in the Japan and even overseas— with a failure rate of the 2%.
And what was the objective of this school founded by nothing more and nothing least that the Reiss Economic and Pharmaceutical Group?
Simply, they went and recruit the younger minds of the economical world leading families, the noble's heirs and heiress from others and the promising prodigies of Japan and overseas and what you got? The perfect place to grow the young generation directly in association at the name of the Reiss Family.
Does this work for the students? Yes, It works, they grown up in a perfect space confined with only other like them— i.e. la crème delà crème— and they leave ready to take over the world.
Does this work for the Reiss Family? Obviously, the profit in illustrate the minds of the next generation always is more than the spending. In the 15 years that the school had been open they haven't complained once.
And lastly, does this work for Mikasa Ackerman?
She supposes that it works.
Mikasa Ackerman, cousin of the Corporal Levi from the United Nations Reconnaissance Army—commonly knew as "U.N.R.A.", the Recon Army or the Scouting Legion, the organization created with the purpose of the preservation of world peace—under the direct command of Erwin Smith. Daughter of deceased European magnate Franz Ackerman and the Japanese woman Kanae Ackerman.
Even without the surname, Mikasa Ackerman is still considerate as a prodigy between the prodigies. Her skills range from advanced knowledge to mastery in hand-to-hand combat.
Exams? She's always in the top 10 of the list.
Martial Arts? Even the Captain of the Judo club couldn't dominate her.
Popularity? Not that It matters to her, but apparently there's an unofficial fan-club with her name in, located in some of the darkest places in Yuni High.
So yes, Mikasa Ackerman didn't have a single reason to be unhappy. Her friends were always prepared to help her when she's in a rush; her cousin love's her—Even though he hides it very well under a mask of indifference—and her future is clear at the young age of 17 years old. She's going to graduate in Yuni High, she's probably going the travel and assist in another country university—Maybe Harvard, Oxford or Cambridge— then she's going to meet that especial someone and she's going to marry him. Then she's going to have kids and raised them to be as 'special' as she was her entire life, yep, that sounded perfect.
Except that it wasn't, but what are you going to do about it? This was the kind of life that fall upon her, and she couldn't say that she dislike it
But…
There's always a 'but'.
And during her entire life, Mikasa has not been able to shake that annoying feeling that something was…off.
She couldn't tell if there was something missing in her life or if something shouldn't be there, but the feeling always remained. It was like and ache in the back and a constant whoosh in her nape. And she hates it—even though she ignores it—with passion.
But, as previously said, she ignores it.
That morning the classroom was unusually cold
Mikasa was sitting in her own desk in the room, with her so called 'friends' mothering her and chatting in the adjacent seats, seats that weren't even theirs.
"So, Mikasa…" Ayano called, taking her out of her thoughts. "When are you and Jean going to start dating?"
Ayano Shiguma, Mikasa longtime friend, she was a lovely girl with a tendency of being the queen of gossip in the class. Her brown hair was shoulder ledge and her face was as commonly classified as 'pretty' and 'above average' for the boys. Her family owned hotels and spas in various districts of Japan, her light green eyes were dancing with amusement as she teased Mikasa, something both of them were used to.
"Yeah, come on Mikasa!" Sasha supported. Sasha Braus, his father started his life in the town of Dauper in Germany as a hunger, now, 40 years later he was the owner of several high class restaurants and a chain of food processing industries named 'Braus and Associates' "Jean's hot and you know that he have a thing for you" she remarked, as if she didn't knew about that.
Jean Kirstein. The prince charming of Yuni High, probably the most desired boy throughout the length and breadth of the high school—and maybe even Tokyo—as well as one of the wealthiest ones.
Kirstein as the owners of the European chains of banks Kirstein, Banque de France? Société Générale? BNP Paribas ? They got and arm and a leg inside all of them. Even their facilities were located in the Paris major business district of La Défense. And Jean himself was one of the possible heirs for the administration of the business groups.
So yes. He was filthy rich…and apparently had a colossal crush on Mikasa
Not that Mikasa had actually thought in dating Jean, yes, maybe he was handsome and yes, maybe she could ensure her future if they started dating and some day—very distant day—get married, but Mikasa had never found the 'thing' in Jean that apparently 70% of the girls in the school already found.
"If he's so hot, then why do you don't go out with him, Sasha?" She replied, disinterested.
"'Cause he's not my type, and 'cause he have this huge crush on you and every other girl knows about it!" She gestured the rest of the classroom "so don't give me that and go get 'im already!"
"Yeah, I mean, all the girls are gonna be so jealous of you, even more than they are already" Ayano said.
"I…I must concentrate in my studies right now" Mikasa allege.
"Oh, don't sulk, Mikasa, we're just messin' with you" Sasha soothed "…changing the subject, what's up with this seat arrangement? It's not fair! Ayano is gonna be so close to you Mikasa and I'm going to be all alone in a corner!" she complained.
"Yeah, it's odd that they decided to change the seat arrangement in the last semester, It's fishy" Ayano replied.
"Fishy?" Sasha gasped "Oh no, could It be that they are planning on cutting the rations of grilled Macarena in the cafeteria?!"
Mikasa smiled, It was easy remember why they so close friends.
"I don't see how that could be related, Sasha" she answered back.
Ayano laughed.
"Don't be such a dork, Sash', there's no way that's going to happen, by the way, did you hear what happened in Malmö last week?"
Before she could replied the bell rang and the students began to sit on their respective desks. With a crying bear hug and a wave, Sasha walked away to his seat on the corner of the classroom while Ayano seated on the desk behind hers. In a matter of seconds all the classroom was quiet and just one desk remained empty, the one in front of Mikasa.
The first class that day was business administration and it respective teacher Haguro-sensei—nicknamed Old man Haguro by the boys—entered the classroom with a slow pace.
He took a seat at his bureau and with a wrinkled hand he cleared his throat. How old was Haguro-sensei? 70? 80? And yet he keeps teaching flawlessly without an ounce of senility.
"Amh…Students, today we have and new student in the class, I know that we already are going to finish the last semester but you got to remember that it is never too late to perused your education" He looked at the door "Eren, please come in now"
And when he did it, Mikasa found she no longer was interested in Haguro-sensei age of whatever she was thinking before.
His eyes were his most remarkable feature, they seem to be big and shined with and expressivity incomparable, and this was without noting the color. A gorgeous pair of turquoise green eyes which won a few gasps from the female audience of the classroom.
Mikasa had never seen a green so enthralling.
His face was boyish and his hair was a wild tangle of messy brown locks, his skin was slightly tanned and his body seems to be thin, yet muscular under the navy uniform, his white undershirt wasn't tucked and his tie was loose in his neck, but that only give an aura of rebellion to his already wild looks.
He didn't bow when he introduced himself.
"The name's Eren Jeager, I come from Germany and my hobbies are martial arts and playin' guitar" he smirked "nice to meet ya' all!"
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January 19th 07:30 a.m.(Japan's time) Sweden, Outskirts of Malmö, Reiss' Family Pharmaceutical Research Center. (Ruins)
Levi was pissed.
If you actually already knew Levi you'll know that this is something very common in him, but this time he was really pissed, and for different reasons no less.
1.- Because he was Levi, got a problem with that? Fuck off
2.- Because the fucking trip to Sweden was so mutinous that Levi had desired to steal the damn plane and crash it against the ocean provided that way Hanji shut her mouth for the rest of her life, but he couldn't because Erwin wouldn't like it, and the only thing that he didn't need was add an scolding in his list of thing that could take him to an early grave.
And last but not least, because he has been real pissed off since he received an urgent order from the higher ups to travel to fucking Sweden.
Because apparently some crazy ass terrorist had attacked one of the Pharmaceutical districts of the Reiss Family.
Yes, THE Reiss Family.
Seemingly the building was guarded 24/7 by the members of the Garrison, and yet they couldn't do nothing when somehow the whole building started collapsing. By the time MP had arrived just the debris and the dust were the remaining of the great laboratories, well, that and the dozens of bodies of Scientifics who had the bad luck of working that day.
So, naturally, the higher ups were furious.
So he and his team had traveled from Japan to Sweden and he hadn't complained—aloud that is—one single time.
Until he received the status report from the hands of Auruo Brossard when they were staying at the Renaissance Malmo Hotel while the rest of his team cleaned the bedroom.
"Auruo" he called from his spot on the couch, one leg crossing the other in visibly annoyance.
"Y-Yes, sir?" Auruo stiffened.
"What does it say here?" Levi asked.
"It s-say 'Evidence', Sir" he answered.
"No, not there, here." He gestured with his finger. "Read it."
"I-It's says 'no evidence was found in the area, all recorded videos were previously stolen by the terrorist a-and we couldn't find any remaining of the medicines that were being elaborated in the facilities'" He finished.
"Keep reading" It wasn't a question.
"Yes, sir, 'W-when the members of the Military Police Brigade arrive at the spot, the only thing we could find were a gig'…the…Sir, I-Is this information accurate? It can't be" Auruo asked, bewildered and wide eyed.
"It seems it is, they send pictures. Finish the damn report, Auruo."
Auruo gulped.
"'The only thing we could find were the remains of a…gigantic skeleton in disintegration proceed" He readied
Good, apparently Levi wasn't hallucinating from all of the scientific bullshit that Hanji had spited when she read the report half an hour ago.
"'It seemed that the 'skeleton' decomposed in steam before we could get more information, we weren't able to find traces of C-4 or any type of explosives in the area'" he finished.
Levi raised the picture that the MP managed to take before the 'skeleton' disappeared.
A giant human skeleton with steam coming out from the bones itself, lying in a bed of crushed corpses and debris, a disturbing image.
"I swear to god, they don't pay me enough for this shit"
End of Chapter 1.
AN:Well, that was the first chapter! I'm sorry If they were grammatical mistakes, My first language isn't English so this is the first time I try this without using a translator, he he. The history pairing will probably be Eremika, and yes, this is a Terrorist modern AU, Cause no one had ever tried it before.
See ya in the next chapter
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