AN- i was passed down two of these characters, so don't be surprised if you know them a little bit. It will be Reiner/OC Levi/Oc and Eren/OC/Jean for those wondering. I will kill people. It will not be all happy sunshines, but it won't be like 'holy shit dark past' either. I don't use their names for a reason, so sorry about all of the pronouns. Please review! They make me more excited about writing and make it better!

I don't own SNK, but I do own Ling, Ichigo, Yuyu, Karin, Camilla, Makari, and Genevieve.

Ling Du

She's dying. Her heart is slowing down to a nearly full stop. It seems almost impossible. She hasn't even lived my life yet... She hasn't done so many things... She hasn't even told him how much she loves him. She hasn't told him she loves him at all. She hasn't told her friend 'I'm sorry'. She hasn't seen the ocean yet. She hasn't gone outside the Walls. She hasn't done anything with her life. "I can't die. Not like this..."

Tears slip down her cheeks, barely noticed as she stares deep into this bastard's eyes. He feels nothing over what he's done to her. She shouldn't expect her death to stand out in his mind though. Not after seeing all of the bodies lying around her. The girl's hand burns from touching his katana, the smell of burning flesh stronger in the air. He was bending it into an odd shape, so it barely registers in her mind for it to make sense. She coughs, spitting blood in his face. "You... I hope you die."

"Haven't you wondered where you go after life?" he asks, and she forces herself not to smile at him. It's just like him. To wonder what's next is just like him. "I suppose if I do die that I'll see you there. Goodnight, dear friend. You were a great big sister!"

She jolts up from bed. Sweat coats her body, her breathing harsh and labored. She begins crying, for there isn't a soul who should have such terrifying dreams. The door opens, just barely, and three heads peek inside. One of them is her older brother, Ichi-nii, and the other two are the twins, Yuyu-chan and Karin-chan, younger than her by two years. Ichi-nii sits on the girl's bed, grasping my hand. "Hey, what is it?"

She shakes her head, terrified of being alone and of going back to sleep. But Ichi-nii doesn't force her to do anything, something she think she has always loved about him and will probably continue to love. "He-he did it again!" she cries softly, burying her face in Ichi-nii's neck. "He-he ki-killed me again, Ichi-nii! Make him stop! Make him stop! Make him stop!" Ichi-nii shushes her a bit. "It keeps happening, just like the dream about mom!"

Yuyu-chan and Karin-chan surround the girl, resting against her on either side. It's a comfort to feel them there, and her crying dies down a bit. Both girls are asleep next to her. Ichi-nii grabs her chin, and she looks up into her brother's big, honey colored eyes. "You're safe here. No one can kill you without getting past me first, okay, Ling? No on can get you." She doesn't respond, closing her eyes and hugging her brother tight.

Camilla Rodriguez

She keeps her head up, afraid of going to sleep again as the floorboards squeak. She grabs her flashlight, getting closer and closer to the door as the footsteps get louder. Her flashlight is held at the ready when the door opens. She strikes out blindly, and someone yelps. "Makari," she breathes. He glares at her, rubbing his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I was... letting my imagination get the best of me."

He shrugs it off. "Well, I'm here now. What's wrong?" Makari blows some of his brown hair from his face, his brown eyes sparkling a bit in the moonlight. Camilla doesn't answer, pulling him into a hug. Makari sighs, knowing he has to take up the role he loathes. The girl he holds is going to be a beautiful woman, and her personality and voice and laughter were all just too perfect, even to Makari at his young age. "Shhh. What is it?"

"The Walls fell," she whispers.

Makari pulls back, shock adorning his features. "That's impossible, Camilla! The Walls can't fall." But she shakes her head, refusing to believe it's false. "I think you should get to bed. C'mon." He pulls her to her mattress, climbing in first before she does too, snuggling up to him. Makari sighs, feeling a bit drowsy. "I hope you're right, Makari. I really do. Because in my dream, you died."

Makari rubs her shoulder. "Nothing is going to happen. You're just being paranoid, Cammy." The girl nods, giving it a rest. She truly hopes he is right, otherwise it would be all her fault if he dies. When he dies.

Genevieve Aiken

She's still awake when her father gets home, making a mess downstairs. Her head turns, knowing she'll be the one to pick it up when her parents are done fighting. Her hands continue writing on the page, trying to finish the drawing before her father saw it and decided he wanted to take some of his anger out on her. A crash downstairs makes her flinch.

The yelling gets louder and louder, the anger vibrating through the house. A light turns on across the street, and Genevieve sees a boy poke his head out of his window, using candlelight to show his identity to her. She makes a peace sign, their official signal of apology after her parents awakening him many nights. He nods, closing the window, and she thinks he attempts to go back asleep.

An hour later, the fighting stops for just a while. She goes down the steps, stopping by the cleaning closet. She grabs the broom, a trash bag, and other utensils. Cleaning up after my parents, she thinks, is just as ridiculous as their habits. They're inconsiderate, addicted, pathetic, and weak human beings. People who should be thrown out to the Titans for being wasteful.

She continues picking up after her parents though, because she is afraid of them. She's the weakest of the house, and she knows her place. If she doesn't clean, her parents get angry. If her parents get angry, she's the only one to receive the brunt force of it. She is the only one to receive any of it, which means she would, and it wouldn't be any fun if she does.

The mess is cleaned as the sun rises. Another night without sleep is all Genevieve registers it as. She supposes she can sleep the day away as her parents will be working. She goes back upstairs, closing her door quietly so not to disturb the fragile peace of her house. She lays out on her bed, closing her eyes and wishing for a better day tomorrow before going to sleep.