Notes: Italics are side story or flashback. In Mikasa's story she is 10 yrs old and Levi would have been 16. Sorry about the long wait but I promise the next chapter will be up soon. Enjoy!


When Armin and I got to the first floor he started by showing me the office where they take care of the deliveries. It seemed a bit large for one person, but Armin informed me that Gunther had an assistant named Jean Kirstein. He wasn't in the office at the time, so I guessed I'd see him later on.

Then he took me into the room where Mike makes their famous liquor known as 'The wings of Freedom'. The place was huge, it had ten massive barrels separated into two rows lining the walls. At the center of the room was what looked like a kitchen counter. There was a door in the back of the room which contained smaller empty barrels. Armin said that they fill the smaller barrels with the liquor stored in the big ones. Once they fill the required amount of alcohol needed they're sent to Gunther and Jean for delivery.

After he showed me some more trinkets around the liquor room he decided to finish off the tour by showing me the cars. In total there were five cars sitting in the parking spaces, three black and two silver, each as beautiful as the next. Of course being a part of high society I've seen plenty of expensive cars. Yet, these were different. They were well kept and seemed to have personal modifications. They had thin tires, but the rubber looked thicker than the usual tire. The cars bodies were sleek and they curved in all the right places. The cherry on top was the perfectly applied paint.

"Do you like them?" I heard someone say, in an instant I looked up to find a nice looking fellow. He was a bit taller than me with black hair and freckles sprinkled across his cheeks.

"Yeah, they're better than any other cars I've seen before." His face lit up at my reply. After I smiled at his reaction I noticed there was someone else standing next to him. He was about my height and had a two toned undercut. He was also giving me an uneasy stare.

"Eren, this is Marco Bolt, he helps Erd make these beauties and this is Jean Kirstein." Armin introduced them to me.

Marco outstretched his hand which I took without hesitation. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Eren Jaeger." I said realizing Marco's smiles are very contagious as I smiled back while greeting him. When our hand shake was over I stretched my hand out to Jean. He was reluctant in taking my hand in his and ended it just as rough, simply dropping my hand out of his reach.

I was a little offended and kind of confused. How was a sweet guy like Marco friends with such a jerk? "So what kind of cars have you seen before?" Marco asked abruptly to break the tension that had suddenly appeared.

I decided to drop my attention from Jean and answer Marco instead. "All kinds I suppose. My dad likes to take me to car shows once in a while."

"Oh, so you're daddies little rich boy." Jean commented with a smirk. The stupid look on his face made the whole thing even more irritating. I gave him my best scowl and his smirk faltered before it completely disappeared. We were then engaged in a staring contest over dominance.

"I'm so sorry about that, he didn't really mean it." Marco cut in apologizing for him. "I think we should go. It was nice meeting you Eren." He said while grabbing onto Jean's arm, who was still glaring at me. when Marco spoke up again. "Come on Jean." Marco spoke up again. With one more tug from Marco,Jean turned around and they both disappeared into an empty office.

"What's his problem?" I asked Armin when I felt like I could talk without my building rage making itself known.

"Don't pay him any attention, he's kind of hard to get along with." He said with an apologetic tone. He then looked down at his watch and his eyebrows shot up. "Wow, It's almost time for dinner. Let's go before they start without us."


Dinner had indeed started when we reached the third floor. We got in the line that led into the kitchen and waited for our turn. Once we made it to the counter Sasha gave me a bright smile and handed me a plate. "Tell me what you think when you're finished." She said before I was pushed away be the hungry people behind me.

Armin led me to a table where five people had already started eating their food. Krista was the only person I recognized, the other four were new faces. She was sitting next to a tall olive skinned girl with a short ponytail. Next to her was a girl a few inches taller than Krista. She was blond and her icy blue eyes were as expressionless as her face. Across from the girls where two guys, the tall one had a light tan and a kind smile. Next to him was a rather burly blond, he had a cocky smile but warm eyes in contrast.

Armin and I sat on the side the two guys occupied. Krista smiled in my direction and I smiled back. The girl to her side gave me a quizzical look as she put her arm around Krista's. "Eren, this is my girlfriend Ymir." Krista said while she leaned into Ymir's embrace.

"Hey." Ymir said with a smirk. Obviously happy to have a claim on the blond.

All I could do was reply with a quick 'hi'. Armin took that chance to introduce the others. "I was so hungry I almost forgot. Eren, that's Ymir, of course. Then there's Annie, Reiner, and Bertolt. They're part of the Special Operations Team I mentioned earlier."

"Oh, Hello. I'm Eren Jaeger." I waved at them. Bertolt gave me a bright smile and Reiner gave the usual 'nice to meet you'. Annie's face was still void of any emotions, but she did give me a curt nod of acknowledgment.

"By the way, where's Mikasa? I want to introduce her too." Armin added. The others started to answer Armin's question but I they had lost my attention long ago. I thought I'd never hear that name again, but I couldn't be sure it was the same Mikasa.

"Uh... Mikasa?" I asked with a slight tremble that thankfully went unnoticed.

"Yeah. Mikasa is the leader of the special ops. team." Armin informed me, still not noticing my uneasy demeanor.

"I think she had a meeting with Levi before dinner." Annie said with a bored tone. "She should be here any second now." Just as she finished her sentence Levi stepped into the dinning room with someone following behind him.

Once Levi stepped out of the way I felt my breath latch onto my throat. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The little girl I once knew, the girl who I considered a sister, the girl I thought had died long ago. She was standing there healthy and alive. She had grown out of the little girl shell I remembered. Standing in front of me was now a strong, beautiful, and powerful woman.

Her eyes met mine and they went as wide as the moon. She ripped herself from her spot next to Levi and ran up to me. I stood from my spot and made my way towards her as well. I could care less for the stares we received from the tables surrounding us. When the space between us was closed we hugged each other with the intention of never letting go.

"Mikasa... I thought... I thought you were dead." I chocked out as I tried to stifle my sobbing. I almost lost my control when she backed up a little to look me in the face. There was a stream of silent tears running down her cheeks.

"At first I thought so too." Mikasa looked down as she said this, then looked back up at me. "Oh Eren, I missed you so much." She sobbed pressing her face into my chest. I hugged her closer to me, softly patting her head in an attempt to comfort her.

Our embrace was interrupted with the sound of someone clearing their throat. We both turned our heads and saw Levi holding up two dinner plates. "Other people are trying to finish their dinner. So take your food and finish your little reunion someplace else." He handed us the plates and pushed us out of the cafeteria before either one of us could say anything.


Mikasa navigated us through the staircase and to the forth floor. She led the way into her room which wasn't far from mine and Armin's. We left our plates on her night stand and sat next to each other on her bed. Neither one of us said anything, we just sat there looking at one another.

I took a quick glance around her room and decided to be the first to speak up. "I see you kept the scarf." The scarf I mentioned was tied to her bed headboard. It was a red scarf I had given to her on her birthday. The last birthday we spent together before her parents died and I thought she did as well.

"Of course I did. I've kept it all these years because it reminded me of you." She told me with a sincere tone.

"If you were alive this whole time why didn't you try to look for me? Mikasa, my parents and I were so worried about you."

"It's not as easy as you think. I wanted to see you but I just couldn't risk it." I didn't understand how something like this could be hard. She was like family to me, how would finding me and telling me she was alive a risk? I was confused and wanted to push her into telling me what was so difficult.

I finally got my answer when she decided to open up about the truth on her own.


10 years ago

It was late April when the rain showers spread all over New York. Mikasa was walking with her parents holding onto their hands as they walked back home. They had just come from a visit with the Jaeger family. They were close friends and the fact the children got along so well made it even better.

They were rich like the Jaegers, but they preferred to walk rather than bother with a driver. Mikasa's father was the CEO of a company that worked with oversea trades. In fact that's how he met her mother. They met the Jaegers when they were expecting Mikasa. Grisha was the doctor present when they first received the news of a baby. It just so happened that Carla was also expecting. They got even closer when the kids were born.

The Ackerman's were only two blocks away from their apartment complex. They walked this path for years that it was easy to forget the distance. Mikasa's parents were talking about the conversation they had over at the Jaeger home. She wasn't paying attention to them, but instead focused on which puddle to jump in next. Neither of them was aware of the two shadows moving towards them from a nearby alley, until they were faced in front of them.

Mikasa didn't understand what the two strangers wanted from her parents. The men were talking aggressively at the couple. Her parents were preoccupied listening to the men that they didn't notice one had slipped a gun out of his pocket. The glow from the street lamp glistened against the cold steel of the gun, that's what caught Mikasa's attention. She tugged on her dads sleeve but he ignored her too focused on the men. She tried again this time calling out to him at the same time, but to no avail.

Something went wrong with the conversation and now both men had their guns out. Mr. Ackerman tried to convince them that it was a bad idea, that they would regret their choices. His words only made them angrier and they set their guns on her parents. Mikasa didn't know what was going on or why. She was frozen in place just watching the whole scene unravel before her. When the guns popped she shut her eyes in fear of seeing the worst. She heard her mother scream and two thumps hit the ground. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from opening her eyes when the guns stopped.

Opening her eyes was the biggest mistake she had ever made. Her parents where no longer standing, but laying at her feet in a pool of their own blood. She stared at them with horror filled eyes. Seeing her parents laying so still in a color she had come to love not only scared her but enabled her to respond to her surroundings. Soon she was picked up and moving away from the awful sight.

When she finally came to her senses Mikasa noticed she was in a room. The whole room was concrete except the metal door. The room was empty of any furniture but full of life. Not the kind of life you would think of, this room had about ten other girl around Mikasa's age. They looked like they had been there longer than a week. They were wearing rags as clothing and their skin was covered in blood and bruises. What was this place?

Mikasa never knew what caused the damage to the girls, or how they ended up like this. She didn't even know what had happened for her to be in such a place. Two weeks passed by and she still had no idea what they planned to do with her. She had started to look like the others. Her skin had gotten paler than her usual milky complexion and her hair was getting clumped together. They had only been given one meal a day, and it was starting to show on her slender body.

Thankfully she didn't last long in that place, nor did she experience what they had planned for her. Apparently it was human trafficking run by the Titan gang. The night they planned to move the room full of girls to an auction house they were attacked by a new gang. The new rival was the Survey Corps, they only planned to attack the working members. Their plan was to frighten the Titans and make their new presence known. Yet, once they interrupted the trafficking and realized what the Titans were doing they went out of their way to stop it.

Once they killed or severely injured every last Titan member they freed the captives. A member of the Survey Corps looked into the last room and found the little girls scheduled to be moved that night. He ordered for others to join him and help the girls outside. He walked over to the last girl sitting in the far corner of the room. He bent down and studied her face. She was expressionless but she surprised him when she stud up and held out her hand to him. He took the little Japanese girls hand and walked towards the door.

Mikasa held onto the young man as he walked her out of the building. When they reached the outside air they still held onto each others hands. He walked them over to the other Survey Corps members. He ordered them to call the police and inform them about the human trafficking and the condition of the captives. He also said that they were to disappear before the police showed up. Mikasa knew that this meant he was going to leave her with the others. If the police got hold of her she would need to go into foster care. She didn't want this, what she wanted was to be like the man in front of her. She now knew that she wanted to stop the people who killed her parents.

Before the young man could say anything else Mikasa squeezed the hand she still held. He bent down and asked her what she needed. In a rush she asked him if she could go with them. He didn't know how to respond but instead decided to say that she couldn't go because her parents were probably looking for her. The brave little girl looked him straight in the eyes and said the Titans had taken them from her and she needed to return the favor. He was impressed by the choice of words used by a ten year old.

In the end he took her with him and decided to raise her as a gang member. She later found out that his name was Levi and that he wasn't just a member of the Survey Corps but the leader. Through her years of growing and training with him she became the best fighter and was assigned her own branch. Levi got a team together for her and made them the Special Ops. Their job was to correct the mess others made when dealing with them.


After Mikasa told me her story I understood why she didn't look for me or my family. Joining a gang at such a young age was a big risk in itself. Yet, what moved me most about her experience was that she held onto the scarf I had gifted to her. Even when she went through hell she always kept it with her.

We managed to finish our dinner while we caught up on other things. Apparently Annie wasn't just Mikasa's roommate but they were in a relationship. The others, like Armin, had joined two years ago when they turned eighteen. Mikasa has been the youngest to ever join and also the one who recruited the others of our age. I told Mikasa about my parents and how I was to start college soon.

We were caught up in getting to see each other again that we lost track of time. Eventually Annie and Armin came in and announced it was time for bed. Mikasa and I shared one more hug and I said my goodnight to both girls.

Back in the room I shared with Armin I quickly got into my new bed. I was exhausted from the long day I had. Somehow once Armin's head hit the pillow he was out cold. I was tired but I still had a lot to process. After an hour of thinking of the days events one thing kept coming to mind. I needed to thank Levi, not only for saving my life, but Mikasa's as well.