This is a WWII AU sorta. It's in the snk universe only 1940s like. I'm American so the soldiers might be described using American uniforms from WWII and using American equipment. This is my first fanfic so I apologize for any mistakes I made. Enjoy!
I dont own snk. I wish I did.
Promises
Chapter 1:Blue Flowers
Eren always loved the outdoors in Shiganshina. His bright eyes would watch as the long strands of grass swayed in the wind. He would breath in the fragrant scent of the outdoors. One thing that stood out; however, were the blue flowers. The flowers looked so out of place in the green filled fields of his hometown. The one reason he loved them though, was the way Mikasa's face would light up at the sight of the incongruous cobalt flowers.
They were 9. Mikasa's parents had been killed in a robbery of sorts. Since then, she has been in and out of different foster care homes, but the one thing that never changed was her spending time with Eren. They had been introduced shortly before Mikasa's parents died. Although they were best friends at the time of her parents unseemly death, their friendship grew even deeper afterwards.
Eren had short choppy brown hair and green eyes that would drill holes into people's souls if they looked too long. Mikasa had long straight black hair and gray eyes that seemed like rain clouds about to burst with rain. He was tan and talked most of the conversation. She was porcelain skinned and kept quiet most of the time.
He was light. She was dark.
Mikasa hardly ever showed her emotions to anyone. She looked like the embodiment of strength mixed with numbness. Even when she slept she looked like a force to be reckoned with. Except when she was with Eren.
She often found herself spending the night with Eren with or without permission of her caretakers. Either way, she always found her way to him. She'd knock on his window with her pale hands, and Eren would get up oblivious to the fact that she ditched her caretakers. He honestly didn't care. He'd open the window and let her in. More times than not, she'd stare into his eyes for a second and break down. Her face would contort to a frown and she'd cry incessantly. Eren just hugged her, placing her lovely face in his chest, and rubbed her back gently.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm right here," he would say softly. Her sobs would begin to settle and her breathing would even out. Mikasa looked up at Eren, eyes red from her fit of tears, and he stared back at her. They didn't need to talk to one another; they just looked in each others eyes and knew. "I'm scared and so lonely," Mikasa's dark eyes said. Eren's bright emerald eyes replied with, "There's nothing to fear because I'm with you. I'll never let anything hurt you. Ever."
Mikasa and Eren would then go to bed, Mikasa never letting go of Eren. Her breathing evened out, and she would fall asleep in his warm chest. This was her home. Eren would hug her close and, he too, would fall asleep.
This was how life was. They'd play around outside by their favorite tree, or go see Armin. Armin was a short timid boy, but was an everlasting friend of theirs. He was a genius, and he would often hang out with both Eren and Mikasa. Eren often gave Mikasa the odd flowers as a gift because he knew she liked them.
They were more than just friends. She was Mikasa and he was Eren. They were inseparable.
But one day everything changed. Hell had come to visit their quiet lives. They came.
Their nation bordered a much larger one. The larger one was the home of the so called titans. In reality, they were a war hungry people. They had large sums of land, but they still had famine, disease, and hatred. 2000 years in the past both nations clashed in a spectacular war. The larger nation won and kept all the land that was fertile and full of large animals. The smaller nation; however, learned to adapt and live off the land that the nation of the titans did not want. This is how the world worked until one fatful day.
It was sundown when the bombers came. They had swifter, lighter, planes come in first. They destroyed all the anti-aircraft weaponry in Shiganshina. They paved the road for the larger bombers. The bombs came down swiftly, and without mercy. A mixture of rubble, dust, blood, and body parts became the once great city.
Among the chaos, Eren ran rapidly towards his house, praying that it was still in one piece. Mikasa was close behind Eren when they both witnessed his house in ashes. It had been bombed by the titans. Smoke billowed in the air from the burning house. The fire's eerie orange glow melting into the sunset perfectly as the sound of crackling wood burning stung in his ears. Then, he saw it.
His mother's body. It was charred and black among the mixture of still burning wood and stone.
"No..." Eren said chocked by the fear and misery of the horrendous sight. Boom! A bomb had struck the house across from his. Flying chunks of the stone architecture were sent flying everywhere around them, followed by a thick cloud of gray smoke. When Eren's eyes opened his ears were ringing. There was debris all around him, but there was a giant chunk of the building in front of him. It was blocking the street, and was too high to climb. It then hit him. His stomach dropped. Mikasa.
Oh God, Oh God, his mind was racing a million miles a second. "Mikasa?!" he shouted, hoping for a reply.
"Eren?!" a voice from across the giant piece of stone answered. Eren was relieved to hear her soft voice in his still hurting ears. He saw a small opening in the behemoth of rubble. It was too small to climb through, but they could see each other through it.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Do you see a hole that I can get through?" was her response.
"No, but i'll get you through."
"Oh shit." she said horrified.
"What?! What is i-" he couldn't finish. Eren saw it. A tank was coming down the street straight at them.
"Eren!" a familiar voice shouted. It was followed by hurried footsteps of a blond haired police officer.
"We gotta go!" Hannes shouted at Eren as he reached him. Eren wouldn't budge.
"I won't leave Mikasa! I have to stay!" he shouted. The tank was rapidly closing in on their position.
"Eren we have to go! I'm sorry but we don't have time to save her!" Hannes replied regretfully.
"No, I refuse to-" he was cut short by an ebony haired girl, "Eren"
"Listen to me. You have to live. I don't want to die here, but if that is what fate has in store for me, then I won't drag you down with me." she said calmly, almost soothingly.
"But..." Eren replied shocked.
"Please Eren. Don't argue with me," she was sobbing and tears were rolling down her cheeks, "This past year has been the best time of my life. When I'm with you everything makes sense, and I can actually be free of my pain. You've shown me how to live," the tears kept coming down her flushed red cheeks. "So now, I want you to live for my sake. Live on to remember me and cherish my memory. Live for me." she was smiling at the astonished young boy.
"I will," he said angrily with hot tears falling out of his eyes "But you have to promise me, promise me that you will live through this. That we will meet again some day," the tears stung his eyes. "Live for me." He silently removed his favorite scarlet scarf and gave it to her through the opening.
"I promise," they said in unison.
Mikasa turned and ran away before the tank could spot her. She disappeared from his sight, yet he still stood there in a state of shock. Hannes picked him up and threw Eren over his shoulder. As Eren looked back at what was once his quiet neighborhood and thought about the carnage that he was witnessing. He thought about his mother's smile, and how she always gave him cookies after he finished his chores. He thought about how Mikasa looked peaceful while she was sleeping. He thought about how the bombs only hit houses. It was deliberate. The titans did it without remorse. He finally snapped out of his reverie of elation and misery. Tears flew from his eyes like raindrops. He saw the beautiful blue flowers stained by a disgusting shade of crimson red.
"MIKASA!" he yelled a yell so full of pain, regret, anger, and love at the top of his lungs.
Hope you enjoyed! Tune in soon for the next chapter!
Yours truly ianlazy