"I don't like that look in your eyes." I tell the man standing before me. His permanent, intimidating eyes with dark circles like shadows looking down at me. His attempt to scare me only made me want to laugh at his face.

"I don't care what you think of me, you are better than some of these useless pigs that almost failed out of training!" Levi Ackerman raises his voice at me. He sighs. "I'm picking you to be in my squad for the next expedition."

As a soldier, this is insubordination, but something about this guy always made me on edge. From the moment I locked eyes with him, I could never tell what he was thinking. What his deal was. Most people are predictable, easy to read. However, despite his gaze of hatred with a pinch of nonchalant, I can see something else. Something familiar. "Is it a direct order... sir?". The last word makes me shiver. Formalities always made me uncomfortable.

"I wouldn't be asking you if it wasn't, would I?" Ackerman was unusually quiet most of the time, but what I've noticed is that he is easily angered. When he is angry he just throws out that calm demeanor and pampered look out the window and starts blurting out any insults that seem to pop out of his head. It might be safe to say that he is bipolar.

But I knew it didn't matter. This fucker would get his way. The commander seems to trust him with everything. I made a fist and put it to my heart with my other arm behind my back, like any other good soldier should. "I understand..."

"Stop that. It's weird..." I immediately drop my arms. "...also if you're scared about encountering a Titan, don't worry about it. I won't let anything happen to you while you're in my squad." Suddenly he was speaking calm again. I just look off to the side as he spoke to me.

"I'm not scared. I just do not trust you, but to be fair everyone I trusted is dead, so... I just don't think I have room on my list for any more dead trustees. Besides my survival isn't dependent on your skills or my skills. Many skillful people die everyday."

I could feel him just staring at me. "You have guts, Hosakawa. Just remember everyone out ranking you won't be as lenient as me, even if they find out you are the Commander-in-chiefs daughter."

I glared at him and grabbed his collar and his stupid ascot. "How the fuck do you know that? I haven't told anyone."

"Because you have no one to tell, right? Dead trustees, right?" Surprisingly he keeps calm even though I was holding him in a threatening way. "You can't use a different last name to fool me."

"That doesn't answer my question, Ackerman! I've kept it low profile, despite reaching the top ten in my class, no one realized a thing. You know me for a week at most and this is what you find out?!" I let go of him and sigh. " Nevertheless, just don't tell anyone... please."

"I'll see you tomorrow." He refuses to acknowledge my plea and leaves my room. I fall to the floor where I stood.

I'm sure by now my father knows what name I have under this military of his especially if a stranger figured out who I was. I'm surprised he hasn't done anything. I expected him to drag me out of training within the first week or be at my door by now (which I thought he was about to do, but it ended up being Levi Ackerman just now) and ask for an explanation. But nothing. However, I don't care and maybe he doesn't care what I do either. And I don't need him to save me. That ridiculous man can be all by himself in that stupid house...

Just thinking about him just reminded me of his face. I couldn't stand the serious glare he gave everyone. It's like he doesn't care about anyone or anything anymore. Somewhere I feel like he wasn't always like this, but I can't gather up the memory of anything but his serious, uncaring face.

I got up and shuffled to my bed, plop down and stare at the wall until I could finally release my mind with never ending thoughts.

"When I grow up I hope to be like you mommy, the greatest mom in the world!" I wake up to the sound of my past self and a picture of my mother's face smiling down at me and blood streaming down her face. These innocent memories just seem like nightmares to me as I sit up panting, trying to grip to reality again. "She's not here anymore... she's gone." I remind myself. Why was I having these dreams again? Could it be because of the expedition, or is it something else?

I stretched out my hand and closed it several times for it was numb and shaking. I need to get a hold of myself. I'm not weak anymore.

Judging by the amount of light in my room, it will be about an hour or so before formation. I wasn't scared of dying by the titans because before I joined I already decided that this world was too cruel to live in anyway, and I am not scared to die now. Sooner or later they were going to kill us all like they did before the walls were built. So at this point, it's kill or be killed and a matter of time.

I get up and get ready for the day, dreading the sight of my new squad leader.