I'm not sure if there were pools in their century. I will be assuming a lot of things since there is so little we see from the series and manga about the cities inside the walls of Sina.

Story will involve multiple points of view and a disorganized timeline. I'm sticking to a few years ago and present time as time references because I don't know how old Rivaille really is and I'm not sure how long he's been a soldier.

-sob- Also, I just saw the last episode of Shingeki no Kyojin. I didn't know they would only give us only 25 episodes! Why? There are still so many mysteries left unanswered!

I saw the number of views on this story. I was shocked. It's been less than 24 hours and already I got that many. Gosh, Levvy, you are so famous!

Rivaille: It's Lance Corporal Rivaille, brat.


BEFORE THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE

Chapter 1


A few years ago...

The full moon was shining brightly on the sky that night. You sat near one of the fountains within the walls of Sina, drenched, cold and alone. You vividly remembered the cat fight you had with nastiest rich girl in the entire city. That spoiled-rotten socialite hated you because you had the nerve to show up in her party when you were clearly told to stay out of her sight.

The night breeze made you shiver and sneeze. You rubbed your arms to fight the cold. It was not very helpful. You have no regrets. You would rather freeze to death than go back to the party. Your parents would surely be enraged at what you did. You knew they would never take your side in this matter, because that girl you just punched in the face and fell into the pool with was the daughter of your dad's boss.

You sneezed again. You brought your thighs against your torso in another attempt to keep yourself warm not considering how much leg this might reveal to anyone who happen to pass by. You rested your forehead against your knees.

To think your parents were so thrilled to see you dress up just this afternoon. They had spared no expense buying you this insanely expensive white dress and all these jewels around your neck and wrists. Your hair was perfectly done by an expert hair dresser hired especially for the occasion. They had wanted you to impress the elite people who will be at the event. Maybe they even hoped you'd attract some rich young man's attention and marry you off to him.

You never would have gone there if you had not wished to provoke the girl who insulted by calling you a whore. You got her mad by deliberately getting the young man she liked to dance with you. It only took a simple negotiation that involved a vine you stole from your dad's inventory to get the guy to do it. You did not quite expect she would be so mad she'd slap you right in front of the guests. You fought back by punching her right on the nose. You remember the horror on her face when a trail of blood trickled down one of her nostrils. Everything after that happened to fast. You vaguely remember hearing an ear-splitting scream and the cold water engulfing you when she pushed you right into the pool.

The memory of you managing to grab her dress and pull her along into the water as well gave you a little bit of satisfaction. However, your parents would dread the memory of that scene forever. You chuckled without remorse even after everything you've done. Yeah, your parents would definitely disown you. And then you wonder what kind of daughter you were for secretly wishing they would.

Next thing you know, you were staring at a pair of boots on the ground right in front of you. You looked up to see the guy who it belonged to in his full Scouting Legion uniform. You tensed when your eyes met his. His face was completely impassive, making it hard for you to determine whether his intensions toward you were bad or good. You reasoned no soldier like him would attempt to harm a citizen such as yourself.

But when he stepped closer, you panicked and instinctively moved back. You would have fallen into cold water for the second time that night on the fountain if he had not caught your hand and tugged you towards him. He was a lot stronger than he looked because it only required one single pull to have you against his body. You quickly became aware of toned and trained body underneath his shirt and coat when you were wearing such thin layers of clothing. Your noses almost collided. He continued to look hard into your eyes without wavering.

You've never been this close to a man before, not to mention, a soldier.

What was a Survey Corps soldier doing alone in this place anyway?

You only noticed then that his other hand was trailing the small of your back up to the spot in between your shoulder blades. You would have fought back, resisted and shouted 'rape' by then but how could you when you barely were able to breathe.

"Don't even think about it." He said in a calm yet firm voice.