a/n: this is going to be my first chapter fic and I really hope I'll be able to keep up with updates and such. This is dedicated to my best friend Juli for inspiring this story. Enjoy! 3

"Bet you can't catch me Eren!" Mikasa shouted as she sprinted as fast as her little legs could. Sure enough, Eren couldn't catch her, no matter how fast he ran.

"No fair, Mikasa, you know you're the fastest out of all of us!" Eren grumbled, as she had managed to outrun both him and Armin. Mikasa turned around and jogged back, stopping to lay down in the grass, where she was joined by Eren and Armin.

"What do you think it'll be like when we grow up?" Armin asked thoughtfully.

"I'm gonna rule over my dad's kingdom!" Eren said eagerly.

"I dunno," Mikasa said. The three children all came from royal families and were destined to rule over each of their families kingdoms. Mikasa closed her eyes. She loved picturing her future as a queen. It was great being a princess, not because she was pampered, but because she saw the adoration the people gave to her and her family. Even though she was under heavy scrutiny as a princess, she enjoyed meeting the people. She loved the frilly dresses she got to wear and the manners she got to perform at formal occasions. She enjoyed her "princess training" and preparing herself to assume the role as queen. She was looking forward to being married, and to having kids. 'Dad still hasn't told me where babies come from. How will I continue the Ackerman bloodline if I don't know that?' Mikasa thought as she laid with her friends. In her opinion, being royalty was amazing, and she wouldn't give it up for anything.

"Mikasa!" her mother called, interrupting her thoughts, "it's time to come inside and get ready. You know you have a special visitor today." Mikasa sighed and stood up.

"I'll see you guys later," she said softly. They both waved in farewell. She ran into the castle, where her mother immediately began chastising her for her appearance.

"How did you get your nice dress dirty so fast? A grimy appearance is not very ladylike, dear."

"But mom, we were just outs-" Mikasa's sentence was cut off as her and her mother came across a young man. He looked to be about 10, and was dressed very properly and cleanly.

"Mikasa, this is Levi. Say hi, sweetie," her mother coaxed. Mikasa looked up at her mother, unsure of how to respond. She looked over at the strange boy, and then back to her mother.

"Hi Levi, you dress weird. I'm Mikasa," she stated boldly, offering her hand out to him.

"Pft, it's called dressing with class, I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that though," he said, gesturing to her muddy clothes, refusing to accept her hand. At only six years old, Mikasa wasn't afraid to speak her mind. She enjoyed playing in the dirt and all of the other little joys of being a little kid. However, she wasn't used to strangers chastising her for her dress and nobody was prepared for what she did next.

"Ouch! Why would you do that?!" Levi snarled as little Mikasa scampered away, cackling as evilly as a six year old could. Levi had to sit down as the pain shot up his shin from where the little girl had kicked the hell out of him.

"Levi! I am so sorry, I didn't think she would do something like that," Mikasa's mother said, encircling Levi's shoulders with her arm. He rubbed his shin, frowning in disdain at the events that had just transpired. Mikasa's mother helped him to sit on their couch.

"Please, make yourself at home. I'm going to go get Mikasa ready to formally meet you," she said as she walked out of the room. As soon as Mikasa and her mother were out of earshot, her mother swatter her behind.

"Mikasa! How could you do that? He is our very special guest!"

"But mom, he was being rude."

"Mikasa, I do not care how rude a guest is, you do not physically assault them. When we get you ready, you will apologize to him."

"..fine, mom."

"Now let's get you cleaned up and dressed properly."

TBC