Sometimes all it takes to remind you of your past is a name. Even if it's a name of someone you never met. When she heard the name of the boy she would be entertaining tonight it dragged up painful memories for back when she had been taken. She looked around at the supposedly fancy room they gave her trying to find something else to focus her mind on but all to no avail. All she had was a bed a dresser filled with the clothes they gave her, and a desk with her make up a mirror, an ash tray ,a pack of matches and finally a pack of cigarettes. She grabbed for the pack but it did little to clear her mind.

Her Name was Aki now; Mikasa as she was once known had died when her parents had been murdered. They gave her the new name for two reasons. So she would not be found and so she knew her old life was done. She had never been told the former but she had eventually worked it out.

She'd been rich men's playthings since then. Now after 8 years it hardly mattered why anymore. She smoked her cigarette (one of the few luxuries she was allowed) and pondered on the name. Apparently after not saving her he'd developed some in human abilities and with the might of the survey corps had overthrown the government installed Queen Historia and retaken wall Maria. The titans were running scared of the boy she loathed. She knew the hatred of him was irrational. He had only been a boy when she had been taken and even if he and the good doctor had found her they likely had no chance but despite all that hate him she did. The memory of her father telling her of the boy he hoped would become her friend had stayed with her and now she hated him for what her life had become.

As the whore she now was she now no longer cared how many men had had raped her as child or how many she had to entertain now. But for the boy she would always hate him because for longer than she was proud to admit she actually thought him and his father would save her. Even after she had been raped by the men who had sold her or after she had been sold or even after that. When she lost that hope it had been the day her heart had truly died.

She had started her day as she often did being told by her master who she would be entertaining it ordinarily would bother her, she'd been touched by everybody from the very young who couldn't last to the very old trying to reclaim their lost youth. But for once it had been shocking for her to hear that name. Apparently someone had decided to buy her for him that night. The survey corps were a mystery for her. Even after screwing many of them she would never understand how they could throw away their lives for something. How can I know what it is to throw a life away when I never really had one. She asked herself but she found no answer.

She finished her cigarette and looked at herself in the mirror. It was almost time to get ready. The saviour of humanity was arriving soon. He'd be expecting the beautiful girl they all spoke of. She wouldn't disappoint. In fact she would do more than then that she would make herself more beautiful than she had ever done before and give this boy the most memorable night of his life. And when she was done when she was so in his head that he would always think of her, she would then whisper in his ear and tell him her birth name.

Eren Yeager, the saviour of humanity would remember the girl he didn't save. She guaranteed that.