Please note: This takes place in a made up expedition in a made up story arc after the Raid On Stohess District arc.
Disclaimer: I own neither the Attack on Titan or Yugioh merchandise.
Hello readers. This is a what-if story on Gorz the Emissary of Darkness being in Attack on Titan, just cuz. Please R&R. Also, look out for spoilers.
Armin was panicking. On another expedition outside the Walls, an abnormal titan had ran out of nowhere and very nearly killed Armin. He managed to retreat to the safety of an abandoned house, but his horse ran off and titans began gathering outside, with the abnormal.
Armin's mind raced. There had to be a way to weasel out of this one. There had to be. But Armin couldn't think of anything, and the titans were bound to get in eventually. Armin lowered his head in defeat, tears breaking away from his eyes and falling on his uniform. Sorry guys, he thought, thinking of his friends, and the impact his death might have on them. Guess I won't see you again. Ever.
Just then, Armin heard a strange noise. It was a titan, roaring in pain, before the roar died down into a croak, followed by an earth shattering thud. Armin nearly screamed as the doors burst open to a titan's grinning face.
Then he realized two things. The titan wasn't moving. And there was blood dripping from the back of it''s neck.
As Armin approached warily, he became aware of more noises, much alike the ones described above. Armin reached the behemoths neck, being extra careful to avoid the mouth. He was almost swallowed by one of these monsters before, and had no obligation to to so again. But there was no danger of that.
The titan was dead.
The wound that killed it had one slash mark, not two. It wasn't a soldier who did this. And it was much more smooth and refined than the messy wounds that Armin's blades dealt.
The noises had stopped. Someone, or something landed on the roof. Footsteps led to one side, then there was a small thud, as the mystery being dropped to the ground. Armin gripped his sword handle, shifting his weight from side to side nervously.
The doors to the opposite side opened, creaking as they did so. They revealed a man, wearing the most peculiar outfit Armin had ever seen. Mostly black, the outfit consisted of a long cloak, a blacked out visor over his eyes, gauntlets that had long, sharp blades reaching out to them.
His hair was red and spiky, like a bunch of needles had stuck into his head. By his side was the most ridiculously huge sword anyone had ever seen, one sided, with a black gem on the handle. He had an aura of darkness around him, an invisible message that said, don't mess with me.
Armin stared warily, but his eyes widened in surprise when the man turned and walked out of the barn, carrying the sword effortlessly behind him.
Armin stood in shack for a few moments, then rushed outside of the barn to see where the man was. Outside he found his horse loyally waiting for him. There was no sign of the stranger.
I know it's not the best, but hey this was my first Fanfic. Thanks for reading, and, again, please R&R!