Author's Note: Because I'm now completely head over heels for anything rivamika/levimika/whatever you call their ship, I've decided to go for a full on, serious fic here. Snooping around other people's rivamika tags and whatnot, I saw rivamikas' headcanon (the one about Mikasa and Levi being ultra fucking badass because they were experimented on when they were younger) on Tumblr and decided to wander with it a bit, and threw together a few chapters of some pretty intense shipping/theorizing/angst (definitely this one)/romance coupled with fangirling and dramatic over-thinking.
Will cover events from the past (headcanons that I and other people make up), current events (especially ones where they interact heavily with each other, like the Female Titan arc), and the future (more headcanons that I make up haha). Definitely gonna be a multichapter fic of these two mofos here. Bear with me while I cry in a corner about this ship.
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Prologue
"It didn't work."
"We made sure the serum was pure! You're absolutely sure she's showing no signs of transformation?"
"Positive. No symptoms. Her body must have rejected it immediately. Just like the others."
"We thought we finally had it with the boy three years ago."
"But that was three years ago. We made so many modifications to it, and still nothing…maybe we should try it with him again. Just to make sure."
"I thought we released him back to his parents."
"No parents. The Military Police soldiers who brought him to us confirmed his parents were dead and he had no other living relatives. Just a nine-year old orphan living on the streets in the Underground."
"Do we still have him? If he has no family…"
"Yeah we still have him. The Military Police wanted us to keep him for some reason. Orders from who knows where. Probably nothing important. You never know with those guys."
"Is it even safe to test on a subject twice? It's never been done before."
"I have no idea. We'll just have to do it and find out. It might be that a double dose is needed and we've been calculating wrong."
"I suppose it's possible. And I guess it can't hurt to try. It might be worth it."
"That's what I'm saying. Test this batch of the serum on him, and if he shows no signs of alteration, then we'll know for sure that it's a flop, and we'll have to adjust somehow. He seems like our only positive control right now."
"And if we're wrong and he dies? There goes our best test subject. And we've already wiped and released the rest of them. The three-year-old girl was the last one."
"If he makes it through the second injection and shows any evidence of conversion, we've hit the jackpot. If he dies…well, same old standard procedure: dump the body and find new experimentals to start over with."
"What about the girl?"
"What about her? She's useless to us now. Wipe her memory and the parents'. Send them on their way."
"And the boy? He's twelve now, right? A completely different body type than the three-year-old girl."
"Perfect. Concurrent with the research, his body should adapt and sustain the serum just fine, since he's going through puberty anyway. We should have thought of this earlier. I'll get in touch with the Military Police and get approval. Shouldn't take long."
"I'll start the erasing then. Where's the girl staying? And her parents?"
"Below ground quarters. Couldn't take any chances just in case the serum did work."
"The boy too? Should I wipe his memory as well?"
"What for?"
"He is getting a second dose of the serum. And it's not like the operation is a fucking walk in the park. Didn't he and the other thirty-seven test subjects have to be confined to their beds because the pain didn't abate for three weeks? I'm sure he remembers it, and he might fight us during the second administration."
"We're not being paid to be babysitters. And we can't afford to waste the erasing liquor. He's a test subject, nothing more."
"Forgive me for getting just a little soft when we experiment on children. Sometimes I feel a little sorry for them. He's just a kid."
"Well snap out of it. We have our orders from the King himself. And at the rate of our progress, I'd say we don't have much time before we're the ones being experimented on. Wipe the memories of the girl and her parents and get them out of here."
"Fine, fine. Send them back to their home in Wall Maria?"
"Affirmative. The quicker the better. As soon as I get the go ahead from the MPs, strap the boy down to the bed, and set up the apparatus. It's going to be a long night."
Author's Note: Chapter I will be out as soon as I stop spewing word vomit at my computer.
As always, you guys know the drill. Message me here or on tumblr if you have questions, comments, or want to sob together.