A/N: Hi, everyone! It's been a while since I've written anything. I'm currently a huge AoT fan and Levi and Mikasa would have to be my favorite characters from the show. Of course, I ship them for their badassery. Anyway, this chapter was written on a whim and I'm sure it needs a lot of polishing. Honestly, I had a sudden urge to write about them, but instead of it being a one shot, I wanted it to be really long journey. Fingers cross on me being able to keep the story up. I do hope you all enjoy it! Hopefully, things will get a little better over time.

Also, if anyone would like to be my beta, feel free to shoot me a message.

Rated T for now.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan related.

Chapter 1

"Get the fuck back here kid! Police! Police!" The fruit seller nearly knocks over his cart as he pushes forward to grab me. Only causing his precious, overpriced fruits to tumble to the ground. "Get him!"

I duck and dodge through the crowded streets of Shiganshina, the place I call home and protected by Wall Maria. I've lived on the streets for a very long time and I've never been caught by the military police. I guess you can say my short stature makes me light on my feet. I glance over my shoulder, only to see two soldiers behind me. The Military Police consists of a bunch of drunk slackers and it surprised me that they felt the need to chase after me today. Any other day they would search for me about five minutes and then give up. Today, they are in rare form.

"There should be an alley close by," I mumble to myself. My heart pounds against my chest as I push my way through the crowd. Past a few vendors on my right, I make a sharp turn into an alleyway, but it led to a dead end. "Fuck!" The stone wall before me towers over me, stopping me in my tracks. Suddenly, I turn around when I hear the soldiers' footsteps approaching me from behind.

"We got you now!"

Red strings hang from their bodies loosely. I blink quickly and then rub my eyes, but the red strings were now forming an intricate design. I stumble backwards and my enemies enclose on me. "Seriously, not now!"

The taller soldier stands before me, hand at his waist, ready to pull his gun on me. "Did you really think you could escape that easily?"

"Aren't you tired of this, Levi? I think it's time we finally teach you a lesson," says his partner.

"Tsk, I would like to see you try." I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I consider pummeling the two soldiers, but that is when I notice their backup arriving. This isn't going to be a fair fight. Then again, I am fast after all. I launch myself forward, elbowing the two soldiers in the ribs and ran forward. The backup soldiers circle around me; they are spaced far enough that I can easily slip through. "Get out of my wa-!"

The sound of a fist making contact with nose rings all around me. I topple to the hard ground, my body rolling once or twice. I don't know, but everything is spinning. "F...uck..." I groan while trying to stand up, but my body refuses to cooperate. I manage to roll over onto my back, blood oozes from my nose, smearing onto my sweaty skin. Where did I go wrong?

It doesn't take the soldiers long to gather around me. They all hovers over me with conceited looks on their faces. I just want to see the face of the bastard who punched me, so I can remember who to kill when I get the chance. They all went still, tapping their feet and "giving their hearts" like a trained dog. "Sir!"

"So, you're the guy whose been giving my men such a hard time lately." I can't remember his name, but he is one of the military police captains for our district. Another lame, crooked police. The burly guy's arms are two, no three times the size of my body. No wonder I feel as if I'd been hit in the head with a brick.

"Captain Winters, what would you like us to do with him, sir?"

Captain Winters sighs and shrugs his shoulder. "Do what you wish. Just don't kill him." He folds his arms across his chest and walks away. The soldiers who he left behind starts grinning from the ear to ear. I have a feeling I might not survive whatever they have in store for me.

Slowly slipping in and out of consciousness, the voices of a man and a woman fill my ears. They seem to be arguing over something. Are they arguing about me?

"Kalura, he is only a child," says the man.

"I know you want to help him, but he can't live here, Grisha. We barely have food for the three of us," the woman replies.

Heavy footsteps move across the room. "Listen, he was pretty beat up when I found him. Do you really want to send him back into the streets? Next time he might not be so lucky. At least let him heal and if he feels comfortable with us, maybe he can be my assistant or something. Anything to keep the kid off the streets."

The woman sighs, defeated. "Fine. Eren could use an older brother." She laughs, "I know how you always wanted more kids."

I take this time to open my eyes, but my vision is blurry and head feels so heavy. The images of their bodies are a hazy mess of distorted colors. I press my palm against my forehead, my skin feels so sore. "Where am I?"

Grisha and Kalura. Yes, that was their names. I can see their figures moving closer to me, until one kneels besides me and suddenly replaces my hand with their own. "How are you...Levi?" Kalura asks.

Her hand feels so warm against my skin. "I'm fine. H-How do you know my name?" I ask, confused as to why I'm here. Last I remember is being ambushed by the military police and some big guy knocking the shit out of me.

"You told us." She looks at Grisha and smiles. "He doesn't have a fever."

Grisha nods his head. "Good to know." Suddenly he places his hand just under my chin, tilting my head from left to right. "Still a little swollen." He then pokes my cheek. "Tender?"

I yank my head away from his grip. The swift movement makes my head start spinning again. "Fuck." I lie back, resting my head against the pillow. "Where am I?"

"You're in our home. I'm Grisha and this is my wife, Kalura."

"I see. You're the doctor who saved everyone from that plague a while back."

Grisha nods his head in agreement and smiles. "That would be me. I found you unconscious on the streets last night. You were pretty beaten up. Do you remember anything that happened to you?"

"Yeah, the weak ass military police decided to jump me." I frown in disgust. If it wasn't for those fucking strings, I could've gotten away. I've always been able to see them. As far back as I can remember, they were always there, connecting to people, weaving in and out into a jungle of thread. An old fortune teller once told me I had a veil over my eyes. I can't see the dead, but I'm able to see the link that leads people to their soul-mates. It's a useless skill to have, until the strings start turning black.

The ties between Grisha and Kalura are strong. The red link between them are tied together tightly. Near the middle of the string, I see another string hanging loosely and disappearing up the stairs. I assume they have children.

Kalura sits on the arm rest near my feet. Her dark brown hair tumbles over her shoulders, falling to the middle of her back. "Are you hungry?"

"No."

Grisha chimes in while walking over to the dinner table. "You really should eat something. You've been out of it for a day."

"I've gone many days without food." I sit up slowly and swing my legs over the side of the small couch. Everything is still a little foggy for me, but I push myself to my feet. I stumble forward and Kalura quickly catches me, steadying me. "I'm fine. I can walk."

"No, please sit down," she insists.

"I need some fresh air."

"Eat something first. You need your strength back," she pleads with me.

"I really need to go," I say as I gently push her away and move toward the front door. I can't stay here. I appreciate their warm hospitality, but I really need to go. Grisha doesn't say anything as he watches me walk toward the door. I wonder what he's thinking. Surely, he knows he can't force someone to stay against their wishes.

A small, squeaky voice catches my attention. "Mom...What's going on?" I look over my shoulder to see a boy no older than nine standing at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing his eyes. I guess all the voices woke him up. He steps forward, looks towards his father and mother and then finally at me. "You're the short guy mama and papa were talking about. You're going to be my big brother."

I'm not that short. I sigh to myself and turn around slowly. "Look kid, I don't know what your parents told you, but I'm not going to be your fucking big brother."

"Levi, what if I made a deal with you?" asks Grisha.

"A deal?"

"Yes, if you can stay out of trouble for a week, I will leave you alone."

I know it's an impossible task to complete. If I go back onto the streets, I will have to steal in order to survive. "What if I refuse?"

"Well..." Grisha smiles smugly. "Eat something first and then we will talk about it."