I am back! hehehe

I said four-five months before, but well, there are lots of unexpected things occurring. And I got included in it at the moment, so I'm back ^_^

And so, here it is. The main paring is Armin and Annie, as the summary explains, expect other characters from 104th Trainee Squad of Shingeki no Kyojin. ^_^

Also, just to remind you, this story will be related to my first fic, "One More Chance" ^_^ But not too much as this one has its own characters, though some old characters from there might appear.

And one more thing, I'm a huge fan of Kdrama(Korean Drama) so this fic, might/will be kdrama-ish. ^_^

Anyways, Shingeki no Kyojin does not belong to me. If it does, it wont be a tragedy and will surely have a happy ending. :D


Ch 1: Arlert's Coffee

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"I'm Armin's girlfriend. I heard he stays here, so I'll stay here as well. Reason, I'm his girlfriend as I've said, and… I ran away", a short blonde haired girl says to everyone present in the room, wearing a white hoodie and ash colored jeans.

"A-annie?!" Armin exclaims, arriving last at the lounge but just in time to hear Annie's self introduction.

At the call of her name, she instantly turns her gaze, recognizing the voice of the boy she is searching for. A man. No, not yet but almost, because of his maturity unknown to him. She gives him a very light smile, almost invisible to all, except those who truly know her like the boy who has caught her attention ever since. "Long time no see, Armin".


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~6 years before~

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Year 2008, Summer

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Armin hurriedly walks out of the house, followed by his cousins, aunt and uncle, carrying a green back pack full of books and other things he cannot live without. He bows to his relatives, showing respect and being grateful for taking him in temporarily while his parents tend their soon to be coffee shop at Zato.

"Armin! Hurry now, the way to Zato is not long but since its Monday, it will be traffic for sure", his grandfather says, standing beside the car.

"Hai!" Armin replies, dashing to his grandfather then straight inside the cream colored car, with his grandfather on the driver's seat. As the car begins to move, Armin waves goodbye to his aunt, uncle and cousins. He would miss them of course, though at the same time, he is somewhat excited to witness what the famous Zato City looks like. Coming from a near province, he is aware of some facts about it, however, going and living there is different from reading, watching and listening.

It has been a year since his parents went to the city to handle the shop. They would frequently call or buy him presents whenever they would come home. Since then, he lived with his father's sister and was cared by his grandfather. Then after a year and a half, his parents informs them that the coffee shop is almost complete, just a little polishing and decorating left then business will finally start. And because of that, his parents decided to let him study in the city so he can be with them and to fulfill his wish to see the city. Also, being fond of his grandfather and vice versa, his parents gladly welcomed his grandfather to join them, which he accepted without hesitation.

After several hours of driving, they have finally reached their destination. Armin's eyes express his excitement, the moment he read the welcoming signs of the city up to the coffee shop to meet his parents. His eyes scanned every detail of the city, including the routes his vision could reach, especially when he got out of the car as soon as it stopped. There are many workers carrying different stuffs to the shop, as well as curious bystanders, that he have forgotten to make his presence known to his parents because of his amazement.

"What do you think of this shop?" a girl randomly asks as she stares at the busy scene in front.

Hearing the question, Armin looks to left and sees a short haired blonde girl wearing a navy blue skirt and sky blue hoodie. "Eh?" he says wondering if the question is meant for him, since he is standing near her, or for the two boys behind her.

The girl turns her head to him with an emotionless face and says, "I heard it's a coffee shop. I wonder if their cakes will taste good once they open. They will sell cakes isn't it?"

"Of course! And I'm sure it'll be tasty!" Armin replies cheerfully.

The girl then nods then continuous her observation at the new shop. "Hopefully it won't be crowded, by then", she says to no one in particular, but receives a smile from Armin.

Like the girl, Armin also fixes back his sight towards the structure. For a while he enjoyed watching the shop be filled with all sorts of things, but when he heard one of the boys behind the blond girl remind her her father expects her to be home early, a realization hit him. He cautiously makes his way inside the shop, and searches for his parents, which he found immediately. He plans to give them a surprise, since they are occupied giving instructions to the workers, but did not manage to do so. His grandfather, who just came out of the washroom, caught their attention by mentioning his name and stops his tracks before he could initiate his idea. His mother laughs lightly at the discovery, he pouts with pinkish cheeks, while his father tells everyone to have a fifteen minutes break.

Armin's parents lead them to the kitchen, whose appliances and tables are already in place yet most of the utensils and cooking materials are still boxed, and brings them a box of cake from the metallic fridge. Armin and his grandfather sit beside each other while the owners of the shop serve them the snack.

"This cake is a sample from the main pâtissière that we hired", his mother says merrily, setting herself across Armin. "We didn't manage to have a taste of this since the first he gave us was already delicious, enough for us to choose him".

"Wow! It is!" Armin says with a bright face as he devours the soft cake.

"Looks like you and your mother have the same taste", his father says, finishing his cake.

"Armin got Angela's personality, and got your intelligence", his grandfather says to his son as he wipes his mouth. "He's been a very clever child, especially with his good memory. He's been very helpful reminding me to drink my medicine. You guys are very lucky to have a boy like Armin", he continues, ruffling Armin's hair, causing the boy to shyly smile at the recognition.

"I guess Armin-chan was a good boy to grandpa", Angela says, giving her husband a triumphant smile causing him to sigh in the process. "I'm very proud and happy to hear positive remarks from grandpa, which is why we have a little surprise for you once we get home".


The blonde girl has her eyes focused on shop ever since the start of its construction. Hearing that it's a coffee shop, cakes began appearing on her mind that she always watch its building process from afar. She has tasted numerable various types of cakes from almost all the expensive bakery, restaurants or other cake shops in the city since last year, however none seems to appeal to her. They were all delicious, and would not mind eating them again, but there is just a taste she wishes to find.

"Umm… Annie-sama… I thinks it's better for us to go home", a thin, tall boy whispers, after checking his watch. "You father told us that you should be home early, and expects us to be there before 4:30".

Annie gives him a blank look for a second, then back again towards the shop, and says, "You do know he returns late".

"Yes, but he will definitely check on you and might worry a lot if he found out you are not home on time", the same boy says, hoping to Annie would listen to him.

Annie ignores his words, annoyed at his persistent to get her home every time the school bell rings.

Unmoving from her spot, the other boy behind her with blonde hair scratches his hair and speaks, "Annie-sama, if we don't go home early, your father might end up hiring a search team look for you. You know he will".

Defeated and aware of the fact he said, she scowls and whispers, "I'll definitely talk to him, and stop him from making me a marionette", and starts walking to where the gray car is.

"I don't think Herman-sama is making you a marionette, Annie-sama. You are a girl and young, which is why I think he just wants you to be safe", the thin boy says, trying to enlighten her perception.

"Young? Girl?" Annie says monotonously, suddenly halting, "My appearance is young, but I'm sure I'm mature enough to take care of myself, knowing the reason he's like this is because of my mother's death. And my gender doesn't mean I'm weak". She clenches her hands tightly for a second, though her face is empty, then loosens it and turns her head to their direction. "I suggest you two to stop being oblivious to the obvious" she says, and then continues to walk, surrounded by a mist of darkness developing to be an abyss.

"Seriously, Bertholdt?" the blond boy says with a deep sigh.

"Did I say something wrong? I mean, I didn't mean it that way" Bertholdt asks, holding the straps of his bag pack while watching Annie being approached by the older body guards near the car.

"No, I don't think you did" the other boy answers, "I think, she's just annoyed of being followed around and told what to do. I'd be very annoyed too if I was her, but she has no choice, she's Herman-sama's only daughter".

"We follow orders too, Reiner", Bertholdt says, trying to be a smart-aleck, causing Reiner to sigh again. "Also, Herman-sama's orders are for Annie-sama's safety, so I don't think there's something wrong with it".

"Yes, but its different from Annie-sama. We accept what is given to us but we still have an option to do what we want, and a choice to do the task or not. Safety is okay, but too much is not good", Reiner explains, examining whether he understood or not. "Come on", he says, sensing the change of aura in his companion and gestures him to go to the car since Annie already entered. "Also, you shouldn't really call Annie-sama, young, you're young too!"

"I'm a year older than Annie-sama, Reiner", he replies, as they run towards the car waiting for them.

"Sure, but don't forget, you are on the same class as her. Which means, both of you are somewhat on the same level. Except, Annie-sama, is way smarter than you" he snickered.

"Fine, fine, whatever you say, O-jii-san", Bertholdth says, emphasizing Ojii-san more.


Armin's joy broadens more as he enters the living room to see a *console piano with a red ribbon on it. His mouth could not properly pronounce the words he wants to speak, but his aura clearly portrays his mixed confusion, shock and glee that his parents and grandfather find adorable.

"Just what my grandson needs", his grandfather says, going to the piano to inspect it. "It would've been better if it's a grand piano, but this'll do. It's the same one as what I've got back home, to teach this little boy music", he continues, grabbing Armin and playfully messes his hair, which he never minded.

When he got free from his grandfather's grasp, he gives his parents a quick hug, saying a huge thank you for the surprise he did not expect. He did not ask them to buy him one whenever they would visit him, though they are aware of his ability in piano, and did not even consider that the surprise they said was a piano. The only hint he got was that it's something he's been doing for a while when they were on their way home. He did not even manage to guess what it is, but actually thought it will be books about the things that interest him.

"We've forgotten to give you present on your last birthday", Angela says, watching her son hop on the piano seat ecstatically. "And so, I thought we should buy one! And I do believe my Armin-chan, deserves it!" she adds accompanied by a kind smile.

"What do you think Armin?" his grandfather asks, "Shall we show your parents how much you've improved since their last visit?"

Armin quickly nods brimming with blithe, saying, "This is also as a thank you for the unexpected wonderful gift!" and then begins playing soft melodic tunes from the newly bought piano.

"Told you he won't be a troublemaker", Angela whispers, smirking at her husband, which he replies by forming words through his mouth saying, "Okay, fine he did got your personality", then gives her a doubting smile.

"I know that look", she whispers.

"He is still young, so there's a still chance he'll be a bad boy", he replies in a quiet voice, "You never know, maybe being innocent is one of his charms to attract a pretty lady like his father".

Angela giggles, "We'll see"


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*console piano – not entirely sure of what it's called, but if you guys search it, you'll know what it is. ^_^

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The first part is well… a chap a bit far...? hehehe Not really sure since this story is just in notes and is under construction. I thought of this when I was writing One More Chance, which is why it relates, and I'm a fan of ArminxAnnie :3 Hhehehe

I just need to thread everything in one piece to complete this ;)

Also, I just edited little this. But its just grammar or spelling. ^_^ And i will still continue this. :)

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Please do review and tell me what you guys think for this fic. :3

~aLeX