Hey guys! This is actually my first fan-fiction, I've been meaning to do this ever since the SNK manga came out, but procrastinated...LOL But anyways I hope you enjoy this first chapter and hopefully leave any suggestions or comments. Thanks guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this Fic, they come from Hajime Isayam's "Shingeki no Kyojin" which I highly recommend to anyone and everyone. All credit to characters and certain aspects goes to this man.
Background: Eren is a 16 year old student currently attending Isayama High school(named in honor of the creator of the series, sorry its corny, I know) in a city similar to Tokyo. Some words are kept in Japanese to provide the reader with a tad bit of authenticity, and I started off writing this in Japanese but after a paragraph I decided to go with English, maybe I'll translate this sometime in the future.
Japanese words/Items used:
GariGari-kun: Famous Japanese popsicle brand and their mascot. (I love GariGari-kun so much!)
Ittekimasu: expression that is used when you leave the house to announce you're leaving of the house.
Itterashai: expression that is used to wave off family members when they leave.
The sun was shining brightly onto the mildly quiet park. Two children, a small boy and girl about nine years old, sat on a bench in the middle of the park together, each with a GariGari-kun* in hand.
"Hey…what's your dream?" squeaked the little girl.
The boy replies enthusiastically, "To get suuuuper strong!"
"Why?"
"So I could…um…protect you."
The girl blushes and looks down, while the boy continues,
"So anyways, what's your dream?"
"No I can't possibly tell you, it's embarrassing!"
"What? Come on I told you mine!"
"F-fine," stutters the girl,"…it's to become your wife"
A short pause instills and in that split second of silence, the boy has a look of epiphany on his face.
"Alright! It's a promise then!"
"Eh!? What is?"
"I'm going to marry you, and protect you forever, I promise!"
The girl looks up with a smile that could warm even the summit of and nods, "Un!"
Two pinky fingers clasp at this very moment, locking a promise that couldn't be broken.
A set of teal-green eyes move ever so slightly, slowly opening, revealing a calming beige ceiling into its line of vision. As the young man stirs in his bed, he thinks to himself, 'That dream again huh?' A voice suddenly rings out from outside of the bedroom, presumably from downstairs.
"Eren! Eren get up and come down for breakfast before you're late for school!" yells the voice.
"I'm up!" Eren yells back.
"Eren!"
"I'm up mom! I'm up!"
Eren drags himself from his warm sanctuary, not knowing where his bed ends; he falls off with a loud THUD! "Fuck!" he whispers as he starts to stand. Standing about five feet, seven inches tall, and weighing about one-hundred and thirty pounds, he's not particularly big or small, just about average for a growing sixteen year old boy. His muscles that are well-defined after years of kickboxing, though he lacks mass, giving him a skinnier appearance. He currently attends Isayama High school as a second-year student, and about a month into school already. After he got up, he stood in all his glory, a pair green boxer briefs, adorned with an array of black and white feather patterns, sat nicely on his hips. After finishing the basic morning routine (Brushing teeth, shaving, etc…), Eren stepped out and suited up into his school uniform that consisting of white trousers, a brown high-waisted jacket, and his personal beige long-sleeve with string tassels at the collar.
After rushing down the stairs lured by the smell of delicious food,there he sat at a beautifully crafted mahogany dinner table, eating a feast of bacon, eggs, and of course potatoes. The walls surrounding are a nice, subtle light-brown hue, with countless portraits of people, probably past and present relatives. A modest brass chandelier looms above the table, this family was living comfortably, probably an understatement, some could even argue they were part of the 1% of society, if not for their casual, middle-class take on things.
The plate directly in front of Eren adorned no spots and he dashed out of the house leaving a faint, "Ittekimasu!"* trailing behind him.
"Itterashai!"* his mother replied loudly, hearing Eren pull out of the drive-way roughly a minute after.
About five minutes passed and a delicate knock on the door echoed throughout the house. Eren's mother, Carla, promptly turned off the faucet and headed towards the door. Looking through the peephole, a figure stood before the door, a girl that's about Eren's size, wearing the same school uniform, but with a difference in that she wore a white-collared shirt and a red scarf around her neck. Sudden realization and recognition embellishes Carla's eyes. The door quickly swings open and Mikasa finds herself in a tight embrace.
Sorry for such a short chapter, hope it pleased you even if a little. Leave your thoughts in a review to tell me what you think of it, thanks for taking the time to read my story! :D