To Me from 2000 Years Ago
Note(s):
1) Any familiar or similar events in this story are not related to any real life people or events at all. They are purely coincidental.
2) May contain some spoilers from the manga. Anything that does not appear in the manga is obviously made up.
3) Main pairings are entirely crack [ErenXSasha] & [SashaXLevi]. If you don't like crack pairings, please don't read on any further than this and drop flames to these pairings in the review section. Everyone is entitled to his or her own opinions but I believe in respecting what the authors ship. If you don't mind reading crack pairings (or love them -yay-), please feel free to read on. :)
4) The build-up romance of this story is slow paced, so please do not expect the characters to get together quickly. You may see crushes, admirations, or one-sided love along the way.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Shingeki no Kyojin or its characters, except for this story plot.
Chapter 1
Life is so short. She knew that fighting those man-eating giants involved a very huge risk. No gain could be expected. Not like anybody would remember the names of their lost comrades as time passed, except for those who personally knew them. However, she had chosen to put her life on the line and fight for humanity as a soldier. It was her personal choice despite the countless discouragements from her father who advised her to just stay as a hunter and accept things as they were.
She had seen many gruesome deaths of innocent citizens and her dear comrades caused by those evil giants. The first few deaths she had witnessed bothered her so much that they became her constant nightmares that plagued her for days. Before she knew it, her heart had already hardened to the point that although it still hurt upon seeing deaths, it did not exactly haunt her in her sleep anymore. Simply say, she was immune to witnessing death.
As she stared at the clear blue sky with heavy eyelids which were threatening to close at any moment, she smiled bitterly to herself. She knew that the chance of dying as a soldier was very high, yet she chose to go down this route despite the risk. But deep inside her, she did not want to die. At the very least, not like this...
She could not feel her limbs anymore. She was not sure if they were still intact to her body. Her face felt sticky, drenched with her sweat and blood. Her back was lying against a pile of debris while her damaged gear was resting on her broken ribs. At this moment, she knew that she was going to die. She might have a near-escape earlier, injuring herself in the process, but she would not be able to save herself anymore due to the vulnerable state she was currently in. Being eaten or not, it did not exactly matter to her anymore since she was going to die anyway. She wanted to see her father before she closed her eyes forever. She had missed him so much. She wanted to ask him if he had ever felt proud of his only daughter for being a soldier, and also for being the only girl from their village to ever be a soldier. She wanted to tell him one last time that she had never once regretted her decision to become a soldier.
Her eyes finally closed as her staggered breath began slowing down. She felt herself losing consciousness, hearing nothing of her surroundings except for her own slowed and small breathings. Just then, something shook her body hard and a familiar male voice shouted her name repeatedly. His voice was ringing so loudly in her ears that her consciousness was pulled back in. Opening her eyes slightly, she could vaguely see whoever was in front of her vision. Everything looked so blurry, so the only thing she could tell was a figure with messy black hair leaning close to her left side. His face was so close to hers, yet she could not see his features clearly. But she knew who he was right away.
"I'm sorry. I came too late. Don't go, please. I'm sorry..." she heard him cry. "Remember you told me yesterday? That you will take everyone to the best restaurant in town to try the best grilled meat after this mission?"
Yes, she remembered. But she was sorry that she could not keep this promise after all.
"You promised, Sasha! So, please, don't go."
She thought she would die without regrets. But how wrong she was. There were so many things she wanted to tell him too, however, she was too weak to say anything. She wished she had told him all those things earlier, had she known that she would not be making through this mission. The only thing she could do was to stare at the blurry face that she wished she could have a better view before her eyes closed for the final time. Those words were stuck in her throat and could never reach him anymore. Words that left unspoken would only follow her to the grave.
Most importantly, above everything else, she wanted to say 'I love you'.
-:-:-:-
I love you...
Sasha's eyes flew open, finding herself staring straight at a white ceiling. The stinging pain in her chest slowly faded away while she could feel her limbs rubbing against the cotton fabric of the mattress that she was lying on. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, as if she was catching up on her lost breaths earlier. Carefully, she used her arms to push her upwards to a sitting position, letting her hair fall all over her face which was covered with droplets of perspiration. Even as something liquid rolled down her cheeks from the corner of her eyes, she could not tell if they were her tears or sweat.
She brought her hand to her forehead and brushed her hair upwards to get rid of the strands of hair that were sticking on her forehead and the side of her face. Glancing around her room, a wave of relief came upon her. Everything was a dream. A nightmare, to be accurate. But it felt so real. The feeling of the pain coursing throughout her body and the rough debris beneath her felt so real to be only a dream. She felt like she had experienced this before, like déjà vu. Truth to be told, there was no way man-eating giants could ever exist. Not in this era. Not anymore. They were myths and legends that were passed down for centuries. Although she had no memory of the promise to take everyone to the best restaurant to try out the best grilled meat, it felt so natural at that moment as if she had really promised them. In the first place, who was everyone? She felt like she knew them, yet did not know them at the same time.
She could still hear the male's voice ringing in her head. Again, she did not know who he was but her heart had ached upon seeing his figure. At that moment when he had held her close to him, she felt like she had known him for a long time and had happy memories of him. In reality, she held no memories of him when she started to rack through her brain if she had ever come across this man. She knew nothing about this male, except for an emotional connection with him at that final moment of her nightmare. How could she be in love with an unknown man in her dream? It was absurd!
"Sasha!"
Hand dropping to her side, she glanced towards the door which was suddenly flung open. There stood an anxious looking blonde girl and a bored looking dark-haired girl behind the blonde. Still feeling a little disorientated by her nightmare, Sasha stared blankly at the two ladies.
Then, the blonde said, "Why are you still on the bed?! We have to get ready to leave soon!"
Ah, she remembered that she was planning to take a 10-minute nap. But it turned out that she had over-napped by another 15 minutes. Though the nap was short – a 25-minute nap was considered short to Sasha, the dream felt like it had been an hour of fighting giants and lying on the ground injured, waiting to die.
"Look at you. You need to wash up," the tall dark-haired girl muttered with a hint of disgust in her voice. "What made you perspire so... I can even see your bra straps through that drenched T-shirt of yours."
"Ymir!" the blonde tried to silence the girl standing behind her.
"I... I had a nightmare..." Sasha said weakly, averting her eyes from the girls. "It's already the sixth time I have this nightmare."
"That nightmare?" the blonde, named Krista, blurted in surprise but soon furrowed her eyebrows worriedly. "I see. If you are not feeling well now, you don't have to go, you know. Ymir and I can help you to come up with some excuses..."
"I'm fine, Krista! Thanks!" Sasha interrupted the blonde as she stumbled out of bed. "I'm going to wash up real quick. Please give me a few minutes!"
"If you say so..."
"Be quick. You know that I have no patience," Ymir said before walking away.
Krista gave a quick glare behind her friend's back before turning her attention back to Sasha.
"Don't mind, Ymir. She's feeling grumpy today because Connie had forgotten to return her her notes needed for today's tutorial."
Sasha glanced back at Krista and chuckled softly. "As usual, that idiot."
"You smiled. Thank goodness," Krista said, feeling a little relief that Sasha had finally calmed down a little. "It's okay to be a few minutes late. I bet some others will be late as well."
"I'm sorry, Krista," Sasha said apologetically as she quickly made her way to her wardrobe. "I better be quick before Ymir gets mad at me too."
"Nah, you know her, she won't!" Krista assured with a bright grin. "Hey, Sasha..."
Sasha's hand rested on the wooden handle, pulling the door slightly, as she turned to look at her blonde friend quizzically. Krista looked troubled for a moment, breaking her eye contact with Sasha, like she was trying to find appropriate words to say to the brunette. Her hands were also clasping together tightly against her chest. Finally, her hands let go of each other and she stared at Sasha with a small smile and knitted eyebrows.
"I don't know what kind of nightmare you have... but... if you want to..." Krista spoke in a softer voice. "You can speak to me about it. Maybe... I can help you... I don't know if I can help, but I heard that speaking about your troubles can lighten your burden and all..."
A warm feeling spread across Sasha's chest upon hearing those words. She was happy that her friend wanted to be there for her. But that recurring nightmare was plain stupid to talk about. Ymir would definitely laugh at her for having a good imagination. Not wanting to worry her blonde friend any further, Sasha returned a big smile like she had always put on and gave her a thumbs-up.
"Sure. Thank you, Krista."
Krista's facial features brightened up instantly at her gesture, and she replied cheerfully, "No problem! We are friends, aren't we?"
-:-:-:-
Sasha was quick as promised. She took a quick shower, hitting her best record of two minutes in the bathroom. She rushed out of her room in a yellow v-neck long-sleeved blouse and a long brown skirt that covered three-quarter of her legs, and also with her small backpack which she had always carried to her classes. Her long hazel-brown hair was still wet but was already straightened with a comb. She estimated that her hair would dry a little by the time they walked to the campus foyer from their dormitory.
Sasha headed to the common room where Ymir and Krista were waiting for her. Ymir and Krista were sitting next to each other on a couch and talking about something to each other, but she could not really hear them as they were speaking so softly. They were not aware of her presence even as she strolled towards them from behind. Despite knowing that it would be so rude to interrupt their conversation, Sasha decided to capture their attention by raising her voice in an excited manner and pretending that she did not know that they were having a conversation.
"Sorry for the wait! Hope you didn't wait too long!" Sasha chimed, knowing that Ymir would rebut her sarcastically as usual.
The girls jumped a little and immediately turned their heads towards Sasha's direction. Then, Ymir rolled her eyes with a smirk.
"Oh, we sure waited very long, princess."
"No, we didn't! Sasha was so fast!" Krista argued. "Let's head out now, shall we? Armin just texted me, saying that almost half of our course mates have arrived."
"Ah, wait! I need to grab some food. We can feast on the bus!" Sasha suggested happily as she started to imagine herself spoiling her stomach with potato chips and cheese bread during the long, boring bus journey.
Food made Sasha happy. And it would always will.
Before she could have the chance to step into the pantry to hunt for food, Ymir wrapped her arm around hers and forcefully pulled her towards the foyer while Krista followed them behind.
"We have no time, girl."
"Sasha, free dinner will be provided," Krista kindly reminded. "Besides, no eating on the excursion bus."
"Oh yeah, free food!" Sasha shook Ymir's arm off and faced Krista with a look of excitement like that of a happy child looking forward to receiving presents. "I can't wait!"
"Yeah, yeah, you little glutton. Get your ass ready to leave the house now and stop talking already!" Ymir chided and pulled Sasha by her arm again.
Finally, the three girls stepped out of their dormitory and headed towards the direction of their campus. Upon arriving at the foyer, they were immediately greeted by Connie Springer, Sasha's best friend since elementary school, who came running towards them as soon as he spotted them.
"Ymir, I swear that I will bring the notes tomorrow!" Connie held three fingers next to his ear with a serious look on his face. "I won't forget this time."
Ymir rubbed her chin doubtfully. "Oh yeah? Why didn't you bring it along with you this time since you are meeting me again today?"
"I forgot that I am meeting you again for this field trip. Please forgive me."
The three girls stared at him in disbelief. How could he say that bluntly with a straight face?
Sasha felt a nudge on her arm as Ymir leant closer and pretended to whisper into her ear, "Sasha, if you can, please help me to remind this idiot to bring my notes tomorrow. I can't and don't believe him."
"Hey, I can hear you!" Connie grunted with a frown.
"Guys!" another voice interrupted the four of them, causing them to turn their heads towards the source.
A boy with blonde hair and deep blue eyes waved at them, signalling them to join in the crowd of students gathering next to the excursion buses. Krista waved back with a smile and a nod before turning back to look at her friends.
"Let's join Armin and the others," she said.
"Your cousin's pals aren't with him today," Connie stated thoughtfully. "I thought he wouldn't come along too if they didn't attend."
"Armin is not my cousin, Connie!" the blonde girl snapped.
"He still somewhat is, right? I mean, he's the son of your mother's cousin."
"Distant cousins, is that what others should call you and Armin?" Sasha wondered aloud.
The tall dark-haired girl lightly dropped her fists on both Sasha head and Connie's heads and said impatiently, "Enough, you two. We should hurry and get up the bus. I want to get the best seat."
"The four of us should get the four seats at the back," Krista suggested to Ymir.
"As you wish." Ymir grinned as she put her arm around Krista's shoulders and began walking towards the buses, pulling Krista along. "Let me take the inner seat, okay? I want to look at the scenery outside."
Sasha and Connie briefly glanced at each other with sheepish smiles before following their two friends up the bus.
-:-:-:-
When everyone had arrived at the destination after an hour bus journey from school, Professor Keith Shadis made his students gather outside of the large building which looked almost like a chapel from the outside, except that it was five-storey tall. The bottom part of the building looked old judging from the thick moss growing on the brown-dirt walls while the upper part looked like it was an extension to the building as it looked newer... Again, judging by the slightly whiter paint of the walls although patches of moss could be clearly seen as well. A sign board with the words 'Welcome to the National Titan Museum' engraved onto it was hung at the glass entrance door. Every student tried to steal a peek inside the museum through the glass door but it was so dimmed and dark inside that they could not see anything, except for a human figure walking around.
Sasha was not sure if she was excited about this field trip or not. It would be her first time visiting a museum about titans. She had heard about titans through stories when she was a child. Some stories wrote about titans being extremely big warriors that protected the land. Some stories described titans as giant man-eating monsters like those from her nightmares. She was not exactly sure if those giants that she had dreamt of were titans because she had never seen a real titan before. Well, except in drawings. Picture storybooks depicted them either giant warriors with armour and beard or giant demons with curled horns and sharp fangs. If she was to compare the drawn pictures with the creatures in her nightmares, they looked totally different. Although she could vaguely recall how they looked like in her dreams, one word which she would describe them other than being giant was 'humanoid'. Over the years, many people said that titans were just legends or fairy tales as there was no proof that they had ever existed. Others, especially historians, rebutted this claim and immersed themselves in finding proofs for many years. The government funded their research and built a small museum where small artefacts found relating to the existence of titans were displayed and seminars of 'proven' hypothetical studies about titans were conducted.
Just then, Professor Shadis cleared his throat loudly, instantly grabbing the students' attention. Through experience, it was not good to let this professor wait too long for them to settle down. He had a terrible temper and would not hesitate to deduct their class participation marks on the spot. His motto was "one for all, all for one"; one person disobeys, everyone gets the punishment equally.
"As part of your module requirement, all of you have to write an individual reflection journal about this field trip to the National Titan Museum. As social science and humanities college students, all of you are encouraged to use your critical thinking and analytical skills while observing the artefacts. Although the reflection journal is not compulsory because it does not hold any weightage in this module, just to let you know that your 20% class participation marks also depend on this field trip and reflection journal," Professor Shadis said with his usually stern face. "I'm expecting good reflections from all of you. Anyway..."
He cleared his throat again.
"No touching of artefacts. Don't run around like little kids or else, I shall treat you like one. Don't talk too loudly. If you ever disgrace yourself and someone asks you which school you are from, say that you are an uneducated person with no manners. We don't want to be disgraced by you."
Sasha bit her lips to hold back a laugh. For some reason, it sounded humorous to her even though she knew it was not meant to be funny at all. However, unknown to her, her 'constipated' face did not go unnoticed by her professor at the front.
"Sasha Braus! What's so funny?!"
"Eh!" the brunette yelped, flabbergasted that her name was called out all of a sudden.
She covered her mouth in response and glanced around, seeing that everyone was already staring at her. A light pink blush nevertheless rose up to her cheeks as she felt herself being tongue-tied and embarrassed by those stares.
"Sasha is having stomach cramps because she ate too much just now," a monotone female voice was heard from behind Sasha.
"Again?" Professor Shadis mused aloud, shaking his head in feigned astonishment. "Please learn controlled eating, Braus."
What do you mean by 'again', Professor?! I don't get stomach cramps from eating! Eating is my remedy for stomach cramps! Sasha mentally screamed. She could feel herself becoming more embarrassed than before. She wished that the ground beneath her feet would swallow her whole and she would hide underground for the rest of her life. As she mentally cried to herself, she turned her head slightly, wanting to catch a glimpse of the girl who had further embarrassed her with the possible intention to save her from being scolded by Professor Shadis.
The girl she saw behind her was…
"Mi-Mikasa?" she greeted her 'saviour' in surprise. "Since when? I didn't see you on the bus. I heard… you weren't coming."
"Who says so?" the girl with jet-black medium length bob asked without a hint of emotion on her face. "Besides, you owe me one."
Sasha frowned, lowering her voice as she retorted Mikasa, "I don't know if I really owe you this one since you made me so embarrassed."
Mikasa narrowed her eyes at her. Before she could say something, the glass door was opened and a bespectacled female in a lab coat emerged from the dark. She greeted the students enthusiastically and suggested everyone to call her Dr Hange before telling everyone to make their way into the museum. After the students had streamed into the dimly-lit foyer of the museum, Dr Hange began her educational talk about her interesting findings of titan-related artefacts and some historical events which Sasha and some others found boring. The foyer had nothing to see either. Sasha wrapped her arms around Krista's left arm and leant tiredly against her shorter friend. If only she could sit down, she could have just fallen asleep on Krista's shoulder like always in lecture halls.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and Dr Hange had not stopped talking. One could really tell that this historian-scientist was really passionate about her works. Armin who was originally standing at the front with another boy, seeming to be interested in her talk, began moving away to the back and heading towards Sasha's and her friends' direction. The taller boy who was with him silently trailed behind, looking fairly bored too. Since the room was dark, their movements were not really noticeable.
"Mikasa," Armin called out softly to the girl, who was all along standing quietly next to Sasha, when he and the taller boy finally joined them.
"Armin... Jean?"
"I thought you weren't coming?" Armin said in a rather questioning manner.
"Who said so?"
"Uh… Eren said he couldn't make it today because he has a tutorial session for one of his extra modules. So, I thought you wouldn't come along too since he's not here."
"We took a cab here," Mikasa stated.
Armin chuckled and patted Mikasa's shoulder. "Oh, I'm glad you came on time then… Wait… by 'we', do you mean…?"
Sasha, Ymir, Krista, Connie and the taller boy whose name was Jean glanced at the pair with widened eyes too.
"Where is he now? I don't see him," Ymir queried.
Mikasa adjusted her red scarf upwards, covering the lower portion of her face, as her eyes darkened. "He went to a public toilet because he was having stomach cramps on the way here."
"Oh my gosh, seriously?" Connie exclaimed, trying his best to stifle a laugh. "Now I get why you used that stomach cramps excuse. It was so random, I swear."
Jean smirked at his comment. "But Shadis bought it. In the end, Sasha's ass was saved by Almighty Mikasa."
"Shut up, Horse-faced!" Sasha hissed, baring her teeth at Jean.
"What did you call me, Potato-girl?!"
"Jean, Sasha, calm down!" Krista pulled Sasha behind her and stood between the two. "Why can't you two get along for once?"
Sasha scoffed and looked away with an angry pout. On the other hand, Jean crossed his arms and turned his back towards Krista and Sasha. It all started on the first day of college when they had their orientation; their meeting did not start out very well, obviously. Jean and Sasha were paired up in one of the orientation games in which one person from each pair had to carry his or her partner towards the finishing line to select one food option for a cooking contest that would be conducted after that pair-carrying game. The fastest pair would get to select the best food option while the slowest pair would have no choice but to choose the remaining food. Jean was strong and he could piggyback Sasha to the finishing line without a problem, coming in second place after Mikasa-Eren pair. But the problem started when they had to choose the food. Sasha wanted potatoes because she believed that potatoes could produce a variety of dishes, ranging from baked potato, fries, mashed potato to hashbrown. On the other hand, Jean wanted eggs because he wanted their group to win with his family restaurant's famous omelette rice dish. Hence, because of their stubbornness and differences, they bickered non-stop and had no choice but to take the remaining food option as the other pairs had chosen theirs. The remaining food option was a pickle. From that day onwards, Jean and Sasha never talked 'nicely' to each other again.
"Say, do you think Eren knows how to get here? The public toilet isn't very far, right?" Connie wondered aloud.
"I think he knows," Mikasa replied.
"Maybe someone should get him."
"Connie, why don't you go since you suggested it?" Ymir said.
"Huh? I don't know where the public toilet is," Connie immediately answered and glanced up at Jean. "Do you know?"
"Nope. First time here."
Armin raised up his hand a little, capturing the attention of his friends. "I know..."
"Sasha will go!" Krista chimed, tugging Sasha's blouse frantically.
Sasha turned to her friend with a horrified look, only to receive a quick suggestive look from her that went unnoticed by others. What was Krista trying to do? There was no way she would 'fetch' Eren from the public toilet. It was not like she was close to him too. They only talked a little. The only times they had full conversations, if those were even counted as 'full conversations', when they were having exam-prep sessions and group project discussions together. Eren would definitely see her as a creep if he spotted her outside of the public toilet waiting for him. And she did not want Eren to see her that way...
Brushing her train of thoughts away, the brunette shook her head and pointed at Armin, shouting, "Armin! Armin says he knows!"
Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands clamped the sides of her head. Instantly, she knew what was going on without having to look at the source behind her, and she began trembling profusely. She was so dead. Professor Shadis had caught her talking a little too loudly. Her friends were looking at her, and probably also at the professor, horrified.
"Sasha Braus, are your stomach cramps so bad that you have to shout in the museum?"
Sasha closed her eyes and squeaked, "N-N-No, Sir."
"Then?"
"I'm sorry, S-Sir!"
"Learn to control your volume too, Braus." Then, the professor released her head and glared at the others. "Don't think I can't hear you brats talking from afar. Pay attention to Dr Hange."
The professor let out a loud and gruff 'hn' as he walked away from them, mumbling words like if he should make this field trip as part of his examination content so that more students would pay more attention, so on and so forth. Feeling relieved that she was spared another time round, Sasha squatted and hid her heated face behind her covered knees. Why wasn't she embarrassed enough? She really wanted to be eaten up by the ground, or maybe a titan if it even existed.
In the end, with the permission of Professor Shadis, Armin went to look for Eren.
-:-:-:-
What seemed like ages finally came to a stop when Dr Hange decided to bring the students around the museum galleries. To make things easier and manageable, the students were told to split into four groups led by four of Dr Hange's assistants; so each group would visit one of the four galleries for at least fifteen minutes before swapping rooms. The first room Sasha's group visited was about the weapons and machines used to fight with titans. The artefacts looked so old and looked like they would fall apart in the display glass any moment. A thick layer of rust was seen covering the metal areas of the displayed gear which looked so familiar to Sasha. She felt like she had seen it somewhere before, but just could not recall where she did.
The second room she visited was the clothes gallery. A ragged brown jacket with a weird grey logo on the top of the sleeves, a pair of greyish-white pants with brown spots, dirty dark brown boots, and a few capes with different logos were displayed behind a glass panel. The assistant was talking about how each logo represented different military sections and what the roles of the soldiers were in their respective sections. Everything was hypothetical, even the assistant admitted that whatever he had just said was just speculations.
The third room was about titans. Dr Hange had created a five-metre titan sculpture for display to give visitors an idea about how titans would look like based on some written artefacts that she had collected. Different from what storybooks had depicted, the titan sculpture was more human-like… and scarier. Partly because it looked so human, yet not-so-human at the same time. Furthermore, the titan sculpture was grinning down at the students with eyes of a predator. Some students requested to leave the room because they felt uneasy being in the same room as that grinning giant sculpture. As for Sasha, she feared that sculpture. Almost immediately when she saw that sculpture, she was paralysed. Her eyes were fixated on the mischievous eyes of the titan. Her hands felt cold and clammy all of a sudden as she felt her stomach clench in disgust. Cries of terror in different voices rang through her ears, as if she was on a battlefield at that moment. The male voice which desperately cried out her name also echoed in her head, as if she was going to die. As if she was going to be eaten by that titan.
"Sasha!"
She felt her head spinning. She could hear voices. Even the male voice felt so real to her now. She wanted to throw up too but was trying her best to hold everything in. It was a good thing that she did not bring any food to eat on the bus or else, she would have thrown up right there and then.
"Sasha!"
Don't go, please!
"Sasha!"
I'm sorry. I came too late…
"Sasha!"
I love you…
"Sasha, are you all right?" A warm hand rested on her shoulder, bringing her back to reality. "You look pale."
The brunette shifted her gaze from the titan's eyes towards the person who was touching her shoulder. Her brown eyes met a pair of dark green ones. Her breathing paused for a moment as she continued to stare wide-eyed at the clueless male whose hand was still resting on her shoulder. She did not know what came over her but she felt herself relax upon his touch and tears began welling up in her eyes. She had so many things to say to him, but those words were trapped inside her throat. Her chest was hurting so much that it felt like it was going to burst and let all those words pour out. But she was refraining herself because of those words… She did not know what they were.
They were foreign, yet so familiar.
The only word that escaped her dry lips was...
"E-Eren..."
Hi! Thanks for reading the first chapter of my very first SnK fanfic "To Me from 2000 Years Ago"! I was actually inspired by the first chapter title of the Snk manga if you have noticed the similarity in our titles. I noticed that there aren't many SashaxEren and SashaxLevi fanfictions in this forum. Most of them are published quite long ago. So, I thought that I could contribute a little to these pairings. I was quite hesitant to write both pairings into a fanfic at first, but I later decided to make them into a love triangle. But ultimately, Sasha has to choose either one of them. Hmm... I wonder who... XD
It will be great if you guys can tell me how the first chapter has gone so far! I don't mind criticisms but they have to be constructive.
See you all in the next chapter! :)