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Light ginger hair is illuminated through sheer curtains of a weak morning sun as rain clouds threaten to cry. The owner of the light ginger hair lifts her head from her pillow which has lost most of it's fluff. She takes a moment to breath in the morning air, slightly musty from the overnight rainfall.

She lets out a sigh and smiles as she lifts herself from her old wooden bed, tucking her light blue sheets in. Grabbing her light coat from a hook by her door, she starts her morning routine as usual.

She wouldn't call herself a morning person, but she didn't hate them.

"Petra!" A slightly gruff, but friendly voice calls from a room two doors down from her own, a voice that reminds her she's not entirely alone.

"Yes father?" She calls back while combing through her short hair with her fingers to make it so that she didn't look like she had completely rolled out of bed, although she had.

A man emerges from the room, his hair a short faded brown and his face which made him look years older than he actually was. "Do you still plan on going into the market this morning?"

She thought it was an odd question since she went just about every morning.

"Yes?" She answered back, confused. There was a pause from her father which only made her more anxious.

"It would be nice if you would buy some forget-me-nots while you're out is all."

That's right, she had almost forgotten. It was October 4th, the one year anniversary of both her mother and brothers deaths.

"Yes of course, no problem." She took another pause as if she wanted to say something along the line of comfort for her father, "Do you have any requests for breakfast?"

In the end she couldn't decide what she should say.


"Wasn't the price ten cents cheaper just the other day?" Petra grumbled fishing through her satchel for the money.

"Hey, I can't help that they raised taxes on us shop owners. If you wanna blame anyone, blame the bastards over at the Capitol." The man behind the wooden counter huffed, Petra couldn't help but let out a light laugh.

"Jeremias, I don't think I've gone one day without hearing at least one curse upon the Capitol from you." His grey blue eyes gleamed.

"Can you blame me? They've sent more than enough people to be titan food, you and I both know it first hand Petra," She could only but nod in response, she knew it was true but she didn't know how to fully accept it. "Those bastards at Sina are living it up while us of lower class are hardly making by."

"We live in wall Rose, so we already have it better than those in wall Maria. Now I have to go before father wonders where I am."

"Hey, before you go," The man only a few years older than her calls out once more. "Are you... are you still thinking about joining?"

She knew what he was referring to, but only stared back sternly not knowing weather to say yes or no, because she herself still didn't know the answer. She only shrugged her shoulders in response.

He sighs, "I can't tell you what to do, but in my best judgement I think it's be best to just forget about the whole idea. I mean why? It just seems like such a waste on someone as kind and hardworking as you."

"Maybe that's what they need."

"Heh, just like your ole bro, stubborn yet one of the best people you'd ever meet. I'm just afraid that you'll be too alike in the end... Well anyway, I'm holding you up." Petra gave one last nod before walking off into the crowd of people doing morning shopping just as herself.

She made her way for the fields that weren't far off from her small village where she knew the flowers her father requested grew in hoards. The crowds of people grew thinner and thinner as she walked through small ally ways. She new the way around the place as if it were the back of her hand, a place her and other kids including her older brother would go off and adventure in. She doesn't know where those kids have gone, many left as soon as they could going who knows where.

Petra is only a little ways away from the field when there was a sudden cluster of crashes and shouting.

"Get back here, we know you stole that gear!"

Petra went slightly pale, those were obviously some pretty angry voices shouting after God knows who, and the voices weren't all that far off in the distance, neither were those crashes.

Before she could even think a second thought, a figure running as if his life depended on it; because it probably did, appeared in the same back ally as her. She didn't even have time to scream or panic when the figure grabbed hold of her wrist and covered her mouth. Petra looked up at the person who was obviously wanted and couldn't help but first think of the word handsome to describe him.

He was obviously short, she could tell that the moment she saw his figure appear. Though she was short too, so only by a few inches at most he was taller. His face was sharp and defined, along with his cold grey eyes. His hair was coal black, it looked soft to the touch. And it was noted he was definitely strong the way she couldn't even wiggle in his grasp.

"Don't worry," He breathed, "I promise I'm not going to hurt you, that's the least of my intentions. I would like to ask you a favor though- that is as long as you don't mind lying." Petra was too shocked to answer, she didn't understand what was going on at all, other than the fact this guy was being chased for stealing some sort of gear that sounded pretty important.

"I saw'em go down here!" The shouts were louder than before and muffled running could be heard against the stone ground.

"Damn, their almost here. Do you mind following me?" She couldn't help but nod in agreement, she felt the right thing to do was to help this person out; even though he was a fugitive. He let go of his hold over her mouth but kept his hold on his wrist as he made a mad dash out of the ally. Petra tried her best to keep up but it was hard, almost tripping over her own feet a few times. She watched as he weaved through all the ally ways, she could tell he had no idea where this guy was going.

"You're heading right for an area full of people, if your aim is to stay hidden take the next right!" She shouted out, she couldn't believe she was helping a criminal out right now.

"Thanks!" He called back to her and took the next right as she said. She knew exactly where they were and knew the perfect place for him to hide.

"See that abandoned looking brick building up ahead with boards over the windows?" He grunted in response. "They won't find you if you go in there, there's a basement window that isn't boarded, go through it!"

The stranger picked his speed up until he got to his destination, letting go of his tight hold on Petra. She could still hear the footsteps, they were getting louder and louder.

"Are you coming?" He questioned with an extended arm. She looked at the open hand decisively, she didn't have time to think about this.

She grabbed his hand which quickly grasped her in a string grip before he leaped down into the darkened basement of the building with her close behind.

"I could have swore I heard footsteps running this way." A high pitched yet masculine voice wondered.

"Must've went the other way... idiot, right into a crowd of people, we'll find him in no time, c'mon!" A thicker voice barked, the two footsteps ran off and faded. Petra let out a breath she hadn't realized she was even holding in up until that point. She also noticed somewhere along the way she had dropped the groceries for breakfast, what was she going to tell her father?

"I really owe ya one." The man laughed, "I didn't think you'd actually help me out to this extent. Luckily you didn't have to lie, let's just hope they didn't see you with me, it'd be troublesome for you."

Petra was tongue tied. Who the hell did she just get involved with?

"I'm Levi, by the way. And as you can see I'm in a bit of trouble. Sorry to get you mixed up in it, really." He was awfully polite for being a criminal... "Man this place is filthy... how long has this placed been abandoned anyway?" He grimaced swiping a thick layer of dust with the tip of his finger of an old table. She watched as he took out a handkerchief and whipped the surface of a chair off.

A polite, clean freak, criminal... perfect.

"So you talk? Or are you the mute type?" The man apparently named Levi asked as he took a seat on the now only partially dusty chair.

"Umm..." She started but suddenly retreated, the last thing she wanted to do was offend this guy who could be a murderer for all she knew. "S-so what were you being chased for?"

"Oh that? I stole a pair of 3D maneuver gear, you know what those are?" Levi implored, getting a head shaking no as his response from the copper haired girl. "It's the gear the survey corps use, the military police and garrison have it too but they don't really have the need since they're never fighting those giant creepy bastards. I don't have the gear anymore though, handed it off to my accomplice before they even realized."

"Were you referring to titans? You sound like you've seen one before."

"Nope," He announced honestly, "only pictures in books. But I can tell by the pictures they're far from pretty. Anyway, you got a name? I think I should at least known the person who saved my ass back there."

"It's Petra Ral. I live near by." She announced with no hesitation.

"Petra," He tried the name out to see how it felt to say, "I see. Ah well it seems I've caused you more trouble than was intended. You were carrying a bag of groceries weren't you?"

He noticed something as small as that? She thought to herself, "Y-yeah. I must've dropped it in all that chaos."

"Then let me go buy all the stuff you dropped back there then, you remember all the stuff you dropped?"

"W-Wha- well yeah I do but you really don't have to go through the trouble-"

"No, no. I caused you all this trouble and you were kind enough to help me. I owe you one." She couldn't deny that, so she simply nodded.

"But won't you be caught by those people if they see you?"

"Not to worry," He grabbed a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them nicely against his face, along with a pony tail holder to put his hair in a little stub, and lastly a raggedy brown cloak with a hood to conceal his face from others. "I've been in this business a while, I know what I'm doing." He laughed as he crawled back out through the window, once again extending an arm out to her to help her out of the dusty underground room.


"Is that all of it?"

"Yes, thank you again-"

"Stop thanking me, I swear you're too kind for your own good." It was hard for her to tell weather that was a compliment or not. "Anyway, I've caused enough trouble for one day, I better find a place to stay for one more night."

"Why not just leave?"

"I need to leave when the garrison aren't so heavily guarding the gates, districts always seem to be the biggest hassle to get out of." He was right, guards were constantly watching, especially the Trost district where she resided, unlike most of the garrison they weren't drunk half the time.

"If it's a place to stay you could always stay back at my house, my father and I are always letting travelers and merchants with no money stay, so he won't think anything of it." He paused for a moment, he didn't want to intrude on her anymore, but he also didn't want to have to stay in a dusty old place with the chance of being caught.

"Are you sure you're okay with me staying at your house? I'm a criminal."

"I trust you though." Levi peered at her and blurted his sudden thought a bit too harshly.

"You're very naive aren't you?" Petra could practically feel a pang at the all too familiar word that's been used to describe her more than once.

"Well, you wouldn't be wrong."

"Naive isn't the worst you could be, at least you aren't a lying, cheating, felon." Levi chuckled, this situation was almost too unbelievable for Petra.

"By the way, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Shoot." He responded immediately.

"So, what did you want with that gear that you stole? I mean, isn't it for killing titans? What good is it inside the walls?"

"That, well you see I'm what they call a supplier in the underground." The underground? Petra thought, "I don't know what the hell they do with them, but I sell them to merchants and I get a fair price for it. I've heard that a lot of the time the rich bastards over at Sina will buy them just for keepsakes, but I don't see what the appeal is in buying it just to look at it. They go crazy for smuggled military weapons."

"Smuggled? So you work in the business of black marketing?"

"Exactly. Naive yet sharp." He noted aloud. "Anything else I should know about you other than these assumptions I'm making?"

"To tell you honestly it's not the first time I've heard someone call me naive, the sharp one is a new one though," She lightly laughed. "Oh, I'm also 16 yet still living with my father. But how old are you, I haven't even bothered to ask yet."

"I'm 25, seems we have quite the age gap here." Petra couldn't believe to hear he was a whole nine years older, he didn't seem all that much older than her. "But then again as someone I used to be close to once told me, age is but a number. But he said that in all the wrong ways."

She could only imagine what he meant by all the wrong ways, considering he probably knew all kinds of criminals. The two rounded the corner and made it to Petra's home, it was nothing grand. Just a simple half timber, two story home with a ridiculous amount of greenery in the front in courtesy of her late mother.

"Well, this is it. Nothing special but I hope it's okay for you."

"I can tell you now it'll be a hundred times better than the nasty ass place I'm forced to stay at, I'm already elated."

Petra came through the front door and was meet with the silence of her home, "Father, I'm home, sorry I'm late!" She called, only moments later did they both hear footsteps from upstairs come running down the wooden stairs.

"I was just about to send a search party!" He laughed, "I assume this young man is the reason you're late?" Oh how he couldn't be more right, she thought.

"Yes, he's a traveler. It seems he's hit a bit of trouble and has to stay the night and leave extremely early, sorry for picking someone up without your consent."

"Anyone who needs a place to stay is welcome." Her father stated kindly. "It's a bit late for breakfast, but lunch sounds nice. I see you remembered the flowers too?"

Petra handed the bundle of the small blue flowers to her father, they hadn't come from the field like she had planned, but she couldn't really leave the district with Levi with her just to pick some flowers either.

"These are the kind you wanted right?"

"Yes, thank you Petra. Your mother and Patrick are surely grateful for them. I'll go put these in the vase while you show our guest the room?"

"Sure, follow me." She instructed Levi, but before that Levi made it a point to give a bow of thanks to her father.

"Thank you for your hospitality, sir. I'll try not to impose too much for the short time I'm here."

"Really, you're too polite! The room isn't too much and the food I make isn't the best, but I hope it's well enough!" He gave one last nod before following Petra.

"That was awfully polite of you." Petra whispered to Levi once they were out of ear shot of her father.

"Just because I do bad things doesn't mean I'm a bad person. Anyway, you get your naive personality from your father, right?" Petra almost stumbled on her own two feet, honestly how could someone be so blunt? Though he was right, her mother always joked about how she lived in a family of kind idiots.

"Well, this is it," She announced opening the door for Levi, the room was nothing special. A nice double bed and wooden dresser scattered with framed picture. "I'm sorry it's not much, hopefully it's okay since you're only here for one night."

"As I said, the quality doesn't matter to me. You're already doing far more than what I asked for," He stepped into the room noting all the different qualities of it, the way the room had a musty smell like rain, the way some of the furniture had a thin layer of dust on it. The short man then walked over the dresser and observed the pictures. "Your father was part of the survey corps?"

Petra moved beside him to see which photo he was talking about, "Oh no, that's my brother, he used to be part of the survey corps. He had red hair just like my mother used to, we were a family of red heads all except for my dad." She chuckled heading over to a closet where spare blanket were held.

Levi noticed the way she used past tense, which meant both her mother and brother were long since gone. "I see, I'm sorry to bring the subject up."

"No, you don't have to apologize. It happened over a year ago today actually, so I've moved on. It's just- after an expedition he didn't come back, and there was nothing of him to bring back. We were all shocked, but mom took it the worse I guess and just..." She trailed off awkwardly.

"I can only hope I don't meet the same fate." Levi muttered letting himself fall onto the bed.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I've been forcibly recruited by the survey corps, me and a few friends."

"Forcibly?"

"It's a long story."

"I wont push then."

"We leave to start soon, we're not even getting any formal training-"

"What?! How are you getting in without any formal training, it took my brother three years before he could join!" She could believe what she was hearing, it was unheard of. She wondered just who the hell this guy was.

"Yeah, I don't know how I feel about it. Originally it was just me being recruited, but two of my comrades insisted on joining too. It's honestly annoying, but I guess it's not all a bad thing."

"You're not someone who likes to express their feelings fully, are you?" Petra joked while whipping dust off the window sills; much to Levi's relief.

"Heh, is this for the naive thing earlier?"

"Simply saying what I notice. Anyway, so you're joining the survey corps? I've been told over and over again that joining that branch is like a death wish, even my brother was told that."

"Well, neither of my decisions could exactly end well, believe me it was the best in the end."

"Should I even bother asking?"

"Probably not." Levi smirked leaving Petra with a knowing smile.

"Well, I'm beginning to wonder if I also have a death wish." Petra sighed placing the dirty rag in a nearby clothes bin.

"Death wish? As in-"

"You could say I've always idolized my brother and I've wanted to go beyond these walls my whole life. It was my brothers dream and it's like it was passed onto me."

"But that's your brothers dream; not yours. What do you want?"

"I want to live like my brother and try to make a difference in humanity, even if it's a small one, instead of staying in these cage like walls." Levi had to admit, he was impressed and slightly admired her for her answer.

"With an answer like that even I can't deny that you really want this. All I can say is I hope to meet you again in the future after this." Levi sighed relaxing himself into the cushions of the bed.

"...Thank you." Was the last thing Petra said to him before leaving the room.

Levi had refused to eat both lunch and dinner, no matter how much her father insisted he should eat. And just as Levi had said, he was gone the next morning. Petra couldn't help but shake off a lonely feeling when she walked into the guest room which was cleaner than when he arrived. But she knew they would meet again in the near future, because he helped her make a final decision on which path she was going to take next.


I'm using some things from the branch off of "Attack on Titan: No Regrets", but this story is going to focus on Levi and Petra

I'm still debating if I wanna write a lemon later on in this, if I do it'll be my first one ever and I don't know how it'll turn out. But anyway, I'm really excited for this because I love this pair so much! (Still crying over Petra's death and it's been months.) It never elaborates on how Petra and Levi meet, it probably will later on in Attack on Titan: No Regrets, but for now this is how I'll say they meet.

Please review because who doesn't love reviews?

P.S. I'm kinda tired when posting this chapter so I weakly proof read this (more like skimmed), so if there are any spelling errors just message me where it is and I'll fix it.