Hiya!
sooo, this story has been nagging at me for a few days now. I'm still not clear on exactly where I want it to go, but I'm quite happy with how the first part turned out, so hopefully the next will be out within a week (i hope).
anything else you should know...? oh, yeah, this is a magic au, almost everything is different from the manga/anime. And the rating might (probably will) be raised later on(yeah, don't pretend that didn't make you pay attention:p)
soo... hope you enjoy!:D
Dream Dance
By ExpectoPotato
Prologue
My first memory if from when I was five years old.
Don't ask me how I know I was exactly five, but I do. I was five, and it was dark, and warm. Someone was carrying me, and the motion was rocking my heavy body further into sleep. I was held against his chest, wrapped inside his cloak – yes I know no-one have worn cloaks for the past century and a half – like if he wanted to keep me hidden from view.
I felt comfortably sleepy, and safe. Content. I was not bothered by where we were going, or why, at that time of night. I wasn't alone. There was nothing to worry about.
Suddenly there was noise, and light. A door opening. I was brought out from my warm cocoon, and passed to a new set of hands. Unfamiliar hands.
I screamed.
They tried rocking me, cooing in calming voices.
I screamed louder.
"Oh, be quiet you brat".
I stopped screaming.
A small smile ghosted over his face. Reaching out, he touched my cheek, and I reached towards him, demandingly expecting to be taken back from this person I didn't know. But he only leaned forward, and pressed his lips against my forehead. I remember eyes, grey and shining like lightning, and glossy with repressed tears.
"Sleep well, brat".
And then everything goes black.
Eren Jaeger shot upright, jolted awake by the blaring alarm held half an inch from his ear. Disoriented, his eyes locked on his smugly grinning sister, standing next to the bed with the alarm in hand.
"Mikasa!" he yelled, attempting to tackle her and ending up face-planting as Mikasa neatly sidestepped.
"Wakey wakey little brother" she sing-songed. "Armin will be here in fifteen minutes".
"Then you could've let me sleep for another ten," Eren complained.
Mikasa only rolled her eyes, not deigning to reply, and walked out of the room.
Eren sat still for a moment, trying to calm his racing heart from the less-than-peaceful wakeup-call.
That dream again.
Ever since he was little, he'd had that dream every few weeks.
When he was little, his mother had told him, he used to wake up, crying, and go to her bed, and ask her where "him with the grey eyes" was. His family laughed about it now, about the way Eren used to think meaningless dreams were real. And Eren laughed along, ignoring the thorny feeling in his throat.
For the past three years, he had kept a dream diary, painstakingly noting every little detail he could remember about the dream -my clothes felt scratchy, the room had green walls- but no matter how hard he tried, he could never remember what he truly wanted to know. He could never remember his face. He knew he saw it, in the dream, knew he saw him smile, but as soon as he woke up, it slipped away, disintegrated like morning fog in sunlight. Only the eyes remained.
It's not a dream. It's real. It's a memory. And one day I'll find out what it is you don't want me to remember.
okay so I just want to say that I know that Mikasa is a bit ooc here, and well, I kind of did that on purpose. Personally, I don't mind if the characters personalities are tweaked a bit as long as the character still works as a whole. That said, expect some sassy Mikasa in this fic, i guess xD
*stage whisper* also please tell me what you think?