Dull lifeless blue eyes opened themselves to the rays of sunshine that made it into the alley he was resting in. A child who looked no more than ten was extremely malnourished with hair that seemed to be kissed by the sun itself, groggily lifted himself up. He was wearing nothing but rags with dirt all over his exposed skin, and three whisker like mark scars on both of his cheeks.

The noises of horses trotting and cart wheels pushing against the ground caught the boys attention. Slowly revealing himself to the sun, he looked on ahead at the commotion.

Bandaged and bruised men walked in shame through the streets of Shiganshina. Green capes with the wings of freedom on their back.

"Another failure"

"Why do we even spend taxes on them"

"Just losing more and more people for nothing"

Were the plenty of insults hushed through the crowd, but as loud as thunder.

The blond boy looked at them with the same lifeless look. One of the scouts seemed to take notice of his presence. Stopping in his tracks and looking at the malnourished child a brief pause ensured. He kneeled down and motioned for the child to come closer.

Reluctantly the blond took one step at a time in case of deception.

The soldier took his skeletal hand with one arm as he rummaged in his pockets with his other. Taking something out of it; he placed it into the child's hand with a smile.

"Use this to get some food… I know I won't be needing it" the man spoke warmly with a friendly smile.

However, the boy didn't notice it as he stared down at what was in the palm of his hand. A pouch of coins.

The boy looked up and just like he had rehearsed so many times, gave the man a bright foxy smile.

"Thank you mister!" he yelled with such overwhelmed joy the soldier couldn't help but get a warm feeling inside his stomach.

"Anytime kid! Us scouts will always protect the innocent!" he yelled passionately.

Taking in his surroundings he realized he was receiving nothing but glares and whispers about his nonlachantness. Especially because of who he was talking too.

Naruto.

The so called demon of humans.

"To think he's interacting with that child"

"Such insolence"

"Honestly they can kill the kid and they'd get some of our praises"

Were some of the many snub remarks thrown at the boy and soldier. Clearly uncomfortable with the attention the adult left without giving the child a second glance.

However, Naruto still stood there. The same fake smile that if one was able to see his eyes could find a broken child.

A child without a home…

Family…

Friends…

Or even a hint of love…

He stood there. Grinning ear to ear as if everything was perfectly fine. Maybe he did feel happy that the man took pity on him. Or maybe it was the same mask that he wore when he wasn't alone.

Memories of when his smiles were sincere and genuine faded with time. A time long ago when he actually did have a home, a family, and was berated with love. The warm feeling of waking up to bed to be met with a mother and father patiently waiting for him.

Those memories were hazy, and the only clear one was the day he lost it all. He had awoken one day with a severe headache expecting the presence of his mother and father to be patiently waiting there, but the house was empty. No mom or dad waiting for him, no warm nostalgia of his mother cooking invading his nostrils, and no more memories that were made from passion and love.

That was the past, and now was now. He knew exactly what the soldier wanted. Giving an orphaned kid some of his money to boost his own reputation. It would have worked if he was any other kid.

Disappearing back into the alley, he rummaged through some garbage before finding what he was looking for. A necklace, with a green crystal shining brightly, with two beads next to it.

It was the only thing he had from those days. A gift from his parents on the last birthday they spent together…

Leaving the alley once more he made his way towards the market place. The merchants never let him buy anything, and if they did they clearly weren't from around here. Thus leading him to rely on stealing to survive. Leaving his body on autopilot, he seemingly gazed at nothing as he walked there. A shake in each of his step.

Turning the corner he was met face to face with three boys that knocked him down as wind would to a stray leaf. He showed no signs of pain or discomfort but laid there on the concrete floor for a while when two more pairs of footsteps ran over his body seemingly unaware of it.

Moving his head slightly he caught a glimpse of two kids he usually saw. One had brown hair with emerald eyes while the other was a cute girl with black hair and pools of darkness. Staring at the blue sky that mirrored his eyes made him wonder. Could they have been friends if his life wasn't like this? If his life was back to normal... If he had a life…

Questions plagued his mind as time passed him. Bystanders passing over him without a care in the world. Lifting himself up he progressed his way towards his destination. Some people say that it's about the journey not about the destination. That was a lie… a journey shouldn't be where with every step you want to collapse in on yourself. With ever stumble you fear, but at the same time, hope of breaking your fragile body. In hope of a release of this painful existence he called his life.

A thunderous and yellow flash appeared just outside the wall. Stopping all occupants of the Shiganshina district to stare in anticipation at the source of the noise.

In seconds a shadow of fear loomed over the citizens as a giant red hand, seemingly made out of all muscle with steam coming off it, gripped the wall; causing spider web like marks to appear. A grotesque head that seemed to match the hand in size followed along.

It was if a god himself came down to punish humanity for their sins.

But what was his sin? For existing? Was that why his mother and father disappeared?

The boy looked upon the 60 meter tall beast not in fear but curiosity. Was this it? Was this how his horrible life was to end? The noise of a thunderous bang followed through that matched the previous lightning strike. Massive rocks flew through the sky as children and adults alike ran for their lives.

He still stood there. Maybe this was why he was outcasted by everyone. He was different than all of them. Where one would normally run for their life as titans stormed their home, he stood there watching with blank eyes at the beasts with the sinister smiles ate the remains of his species.

Slowly turning around he started making his way towards the direction people were running in. Step by step he grew weaker and weaker. His vision started to fade due to malnourishment. Where he was once with a group of people running towards the docks, he was now all alone in a crumbling city.

Turning around slightly he was met with a titan who clearly had an interest of making him it's next meal. He stared at it with lifeless eyes as with it's every step his world shook around him. In seconds it was towering over the skeletal boy. Would the titan even think of him as a snack in the sorry state that he was in? Probably not.

The humanoid creature picked him up as it stared at him in hunger. Slowly licking its lips it moved the boy closer and closer to his mouth. Naruto shut his eyes in what looked to be fear while sweat danced down his face in nervousness. This was it.

A pair of footsteps resounded through his ears followed through the noise of blood gushing fiercely.

Opening his eyes he was met with his savior. He didn't look like he belonged in any of the regiments. In fact he wasn't even wearing 3D maneuvering gear, and instead of the normal swords the regiments used he was carrying what seemed to be a short sword. He had short, unkempt, raven hair with abyss like eyes. Very defined eyelashes that went upwards. His face looked rather feminine.

"You alright kid?" his savior asked as he extended his hand out for him.

Looking at it for a second he grabbed it before the man lifted him up with ease.

"Hop on" the man told him as he fell on one knee, clearly indicating him to get on his back. Putting his foot on the man's hand he than wrapped his arms around his neck with some difficulty.

"Hang on kid! I'm gonna get you on one of those boats" the man told him as he started running. The feeling of the child nodding was all he needed to pick up the pace.

Naruto was looking around at what was happening to the hellhole that he had been forced to live in. How ironic that now the citizens that once refused him food or any sort of sympathy were now being devoured in front of his very own eyes, and for some reason he felt nothing. No pity or any sort of gratification for their wrongdoings towards him.

Eventually they had caught up to the crowd that Naruto had lost. People surrounded the boats in panic in order to save their souls. The Garrison were only letting those with children on first. Luckily they had somehow managed to get in front of the line, and onboard without much of a problem. To say the boat was packed was an understatement. They were all crammed together like items in a box. Most didn't mind the discomfort due to being saved from the titan, but some were crying out of fear or out of loss of a loved one.

He sat there for what seemed to be an eternity with his savior. His knees curled up into his stomach while his arms layed around them. His savior sat next to him with closed eyes and heavy breaths. He still didn't even know the man's name.

"Anoue mister," Naruto started catching the man's attention. It was the first time the kid spoke to him, "what's your name?" he asked barely above a whisper but the ma heard it.

"Shisui, Uchiha Shisui. A pleasure to meet you…" Shisui trailed off at the clearly asking for his name.

In what seemed like forever the blond truly smiled with an extended hand, "Naruto, just Naruto."

"A pleasure to meet you Naruto!" Shisui chirped.

Nodding to him he started looking around for any familiar faces. Not that he knew any of these people on a personal level. His eyes eventually found their way on the two kids he saw before with a short blond kid with flat hair. They seemed to be looking at their hometown in distress.

Another thunderous crash resounded through the air. Perking his head towards the sound; he shuffled through the crowd to see what was happening. To many peoples horror, an armoured like titan could be found past the gate.

Wall Maria had been breached.

A small smirk replaced his blank emotionless face.

"They deserved it" he unknowingly blurted out.

It seemed to anger the green eyed boy that was next to him.

"What the hell did you just say!" the boy asked with his hand tightly gripping Naruto's 'clothing'.

Reverting back to his normal facade his smirk fell.

"Nothing" he replied.

The green eyed boy growled at the answer, with his fists only becoming tighter.

"Do you understand what just happened! Hundreds of people are going to die to those monsters! And you're happy about that?!"

Grabbing the boys hand lightly; he tried to move his hand off of his shirt, but the boy wouldn't budge.

"How about I throw you off the boat so we can actually get someone who appreciates human life!" the boy spat viciously. It was more of a threat than a question.

Placing his 'mask' on, Naruto smiled. Eyes closed with the biggest grin on his face, "Sorry about that, I didn't know what I even said before it was to late."

His fake show of sympathy didn't fool the boy. Somehow he seemed even angrier. He clocked his fist back in an obvious motion that he was about to knock the living daylights out of Naruto. He wasn't sure if it was the uncaring look he gave him or his comments but the green eyed boys eyebrows seemed to furrow in frustration.

Releasing his right it was stopped mid flight by two pale hands. One from his savior from before who caught the fist of the boy, and the other from the boys companion who was holding his shoulder rather roughly.

"This shouldn't be the time for fighting, Eren." the now identified green eyed boy seemed to scoff at his companions words before facing him again.

"If you say one more thing that pisses me off, I swear i'll throw you off this boat to see if you'll either die from drowning or from the titans", he spat venomously.

He received nothing but a blank look.

"Understood!"

Nodding ever so lightly the now identified 'Eren' released his grip on him. He made his way back to where he was previously sitting with Shisui right behind him.

Eren turned to glance at the boy one last time to make sure he wouldn't say anything. However, he just sat there completely still. Facing his hometown he couldn't believe what had happened. One second they were sitting by the river and the next he had witnessed his mother being eaten by a titan.

Shutting his eyes tightly memories of the horrors he had witnessed flashed through his brain. The colossal titan destroying the wall, his mother helplessly trapped under beam, and than finally the asshole blond kid that pissed him off.

Rage.

It was the only thing he felt. Rage for not being strong enough to save his mother, rage for the titan taking everything away from him, and rage for the cowards who believed that the walls had the answer for everything. It sparked a newfound resolve that would last for years; where his sheer will power alone would get him through the toughest of times.

'I'll kill them…'

"Eren?" his friends asked in worry of his mental state.

"I'll kill them all! I'll wipe every one of them off the face of this earth!" he yelled with tears rolling down his eyes and the fiercest glare seemingly staring at nothing.

If there was one thing he would regret, it would be not being able to spend enough time with his mother. He wouldn't let anyone disrespect her ever again. Glancing at the blond boy one last time he could faintly remember something his mother told him about the boy.

Naruto looked up seemingly unaware of the boy that was staring at him. Making eye contact with Eren, he could remember a memory he had with the boy and his black haired companion.

Flashback

He was currently in the marketplace with his mother and Mikasa. They had came here to stock up on meat for a special dinner they were hosting with the Arlerts.

"Eren, Mikasa, could you possibly go and get what's on this list while I get the meat?" his mother asked.

He couldn't help but groan.

"Do I have to?" he asked in annoyance.

The silent glare he got from his mother was all he needed to know.

"I-i mean sure!" he told her with a bead of sweat on his forehead.

"Come on Eren" Mikasa told him blankly as she grabbed the list from their mother.

After they had got the list of ingredients they had searched for their mother through the bustling crowd.

"AH!"

The familiar yell of their mother was all they needed to run towards the source. They caught sight of a kid stealing their mother bags in clear daylight. Within a second Eren chased after the boy, and quickly caught up to him.

"Gotcha!" Eren yelled as he tackled the boy to the ground.

Groceries spilled all over the concrete street as the thief's body hit the floor.

He was about to punch him but was stopped by Mikasa.

"Oi! What the hell Mikasa?" he asked in frustration.

"Eren, look at the boy."

Looking him over Eren frowned. He was around their age, but unlike them he was way to skinny for it to be healthy. That still didn't stop the urge to bash the kids skull in for trying to mess with his mother.

"So!?" he spat out.

Opening her mouth the speak she was beat to it when Carla made her way onto the scene.

"Eren leave the boy alone." she told her son.

"But-"

"No buts!" she hissed.

Closing his mouth he looked back at the boy. 'Lucky bastard' he thought.

"Come Eren. We're going home." she told her son as she started leaving.

Mikasa grabbed Eren off the boy and started following her mother. However, as she turned around to glance at the boy she was surprised when she saw a genuine smile with the word 'thanks' being muttered to her.

She thought nothing of it during that time, but to the blond it meant the world to him.

It was late at night and a special dinner was being served in Grisha's honor. He had been able to advance the medical field department yet again with his unrivaled knowledge. Receiving praise from nobles in Wall Sina herself.

It was a wonderful time but a certain child was clearly out of it. That being Eren Jaeger. Where he would be ramming all the food down his windpipe and be chatting away about everything he did today to his father, he was now seemingly poking with his food clearly lost in his thoughts.

"Eren what's wrong?" Eren's father asked.

Stopping his train of thought he looked up at his father with curious eyes.

"What's up with that blond skinny kid? I always see him around but it's like he has nowhere else to be."

Silence ensured the table as the adults looked at one another. Clearing his throat Grisha spoke, "Well Eren, you can call 'Naruto' the social outcast of Shiganshina. No one knows how the rumors about him started, but he actually has no place to go."

"Naruto? His name sounds oriental…"

"He might be. The only thing we know about him was that he was found in a house all alone begging for his mother and father. Ever since then he's lived on the streets." his father told him.

"What happened to him before?" surprisingly it was Mikasa who asked the question.

"We…. we don't know. There's no records of Naruto, so some people think he's a titan in disguise from outside the walls. Other think that he's some otherworldly been sent down here to live his life in hell. The only thing i'm certain of is that he's a broken boy. A boy without a family or anyone to love him."

"Come on Grisha don't you think you're over exaggerating a little?" Armin's grandfather asked. A clear undertone message towards the older Jaeger.

Silence followed through the table. Talking about the outcast of Shiganshina was always a mood killer. However two kids were in constant thought.

Flashback End

After that they had tried to solve the mystery of Naruto, and than they just simply forgot about the blond all in general. Whenever they did spot him and tried to approach him there was always a mob of people that surrounded him, and than someone who noticed them would tell them to scram. So they did.

Naruto thought back on that memory with the encounter with the Jaegers and the black haired girl. He wouldn't lie, but in that brief gesture of kindness, be it pity or whatever else, he felt thankful towards the girl.

Leaning his head back to rest he looked up at the orange sky that stretched as far as the eye could see. Closing his eyes he was left with one thought before he drifted off to sleep.

Orange… such a beautiful color.

Alright there it is. The first chapter of my first story on this site. I would like to hear your guys thoughts on what I have so far, and i'm trying to not reveal as much as possible and get the reader thinking. Hopefully I achieved that, but only you guys can tell me. I know the last parts may have been a bit confusing with the switching of Naruto's and Eren's perspectives (and a tiny bit of Mikasa's) but like I said again that's up for you guys. Chakra and all that other stuff will come later, and hopefully you guys like what I have in mind. Please review!