Authors note: I haven't been able to really post much often, since school is beginning soon as well as other activities are taking up that time. I've spent my time pre-writing this story so I could review it and edit it at will, but of course there will be mistakes here and there.

!Warning! This story is a trip to the past, Levi's past that is. You will begin to realize that this Levi (His kid self) is nothing like present Levi. This is because I am starting from the beginning, so before Levi was even Levi. I will be developing Past Levi into present Levi, with subtle hints. All information beyond my knowledge will have be be made up but it'll all make sense in the end. Call it OOC all you want, as this story progresses you will realize that nothing was OOC to begin with.

"Day to-night, dark to light,
Fall the sands of time.
Let the years like the gears
Of a clock unwind
In your mind walk through time
Back to better days..."

He remembered the first time they met, his mother had dragged him along to see her friend, she was huddled in a small corner reading a book, the bottom half of her face covered by a thick scarf even though it was warm. It was like looking in a mirror, that's how much she looked like him, even with her hair like a curtain, she looked like him. He thought she was weird. Now he wishes he could change his first thought of her, the first thing his six-year-old self thought of her should have never been, She's weird.

He was such a fool.

"Levi, this is Élaine and her daughter, Alais," His mother smiled widely at the woman in front of her. He couldn't help but think how dumb his mother looked doing that, but of course he wouldn't say it out loud, his mother would have his head before he could utter a word.

"Now, Levi, why don't you go say hi to Alais. Mommy and Élaine are going to talk about some big people things," Did she think he was stupid? Grumbling he stuffed his small hands into his pockets, looking at the only other person in the room.

She didn't look at him, he didn't even know if she knew he was there. She's weird, huddled in a corner, she was reading a book, the bottom of her face covered in a night black scarf. He scowled, walking up to her, his night black hair the same shade of her own yet her hair was scattered across the floor, like a curtain. Reaching towards her, his petit hands pulled her scarf down, causing her to drop her book in shock.

Grey eyes so similar to his own, stared up at him, as wide as his were. It was as if he were looking in a mirror, at a female version of himself.

"Salut," She greeted him, pushing his hands away from her scarf. When she stood up, he noticed something, they met eye to eye, "Enchanté," She grabbed her book from the floor, the image of an odd machine flashed in his eyes before she tucked it away.

"Do you speak English?" He felt sour, why did she have to look like him? "You know E-N-G-L-I-S-H," He didn't like her, she was too quiet. It felt like he'd have to be inches away from her just to hear her speak.

"I do," She didn't speak English often, her accent was too thick, "Do you speak French? You know F-R-E-N-C-H," She mocked him, her lips curving upwards and eyes twinkling in the slightest.

"Tch," He turned away from her, his face tinting a slight pink, "Of course, I'm not an idiot," Levi peaked a look at her, "My Mother's French, that means I'm French."

She pulled her scarf up, covering her mouth, "You don't look like you know how to speak it," She shuffled her feet slightly, her hands behind her back, "I'll teach you!"

He looked at her like she was crazy. He didn't know why she would want to he always found it pointless to learn French, everyone around them spoke English and not one bothered to speak another language. She's weird, he thought again, looking to the ground, his hands once again stuffed inside his pockets. But everyone else is boring, he looked up, staring at her, his eyes furrowed, maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

He nodded his head, deciding that didn't mind it when her eyes twinkled, even if she was weird and looked like him, he didn't mind it at all.

Of course, in his mind, all good things should start at a young age. Perhaps because you're more new to this world, not witnessing the horrors hidden behind the walls? Levi personally hated it when something was shoved in his face, no previous warning of it being there. He liked gradual exposure. It was one of his many quirks, just like the way he would grow to hate others touching him, or the dirt that littered this world, even companionship, because even when those things were gradually brought to his attention, they ate away at his understanding. Of what, exactly, is still a mystery, what would one day make him the person he is today, is another story altogether. A story that not one person has ever heard. This story.

"I'm sorry I thought you were weird..."

"...Cast away your old face
Full of gloom and spite.
With this mask I will ask
To borrow your light."

How was it? Unique or bland? I was going for something different then this idea came to me while listening to a song and wondering what Levi must have faced to become humanities strongest. This is curiosities baby.

I'm apologizing in advance if school throws me off updating, it's coming up soon. High School isn't kind and never will be.