Return of the Titans
Prologue
Three Years have passed since the day known as the "Battle of Heaven and Earth." Those who have survived after an unfathomable number of lives were taken still seem to be tormented by their unhealing scars. As the world suffers through this loss, their fears have come true. The nation of Elida has formed a so-called army controlled by the Yeagerists and now focus their efforts on building their military…. This fight will not end until either Elida or the world disappears. That is what Eren said, and he may be right. Even so, he chose to leave this world in our hands. This place we now live in. A world without titans…
"Conflict will never vanish. But… When they see us all together like this. They'll have to want to know. About our story. Why those who tried to kill one another for so long…Have appeared on Paradis…To advocate for peace. They'll want to know what we saw. Let's tell them everything…"
"Thank you.. For wrapping this scarf…Around me, Eren…"
A explosive light engulfs everything, it is all you can see but not the only thing that's heard…
Male: GIVE ME YOUR HAND!
Another, but more fainter voice coming from below screams;
Male 2: LET GO OF ME, SAVE YOURSELF!
Demented deep roars, clashes of lightning , constant intense vibrations erupting the earth along with surrounded cries of desperation drums our minds. The person being screamed at visions is all blurry and unclear as the male figure extends his hand down to them. It wasn't just the male figure that was present, but also unidentifiable shapes behind him due to how high up he was from this person. But that same voice is the only thing that's clear throughout this hell,
Male: AIMI, PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO TRUST ME!
Before everything turns blank, leaving what is left of that very voice screeching long and hard in despair-
Male: AIMI…
Until the voice itself fades into gradual silence….
Chapter 1:
879
*Gasp* A breathless woman from her nap wakes herself up from a sudden daydream, just about breathing as she felt something had grabbed her throat. This woman never experienced anything like it, it has been so long since she felt horror such as that. Been far too long.
As the woman sits up from her resting spot which happened to be by a tree, allowing glimmers of light to trickle through its leaves and allowing its aura to make her eyes sparkle up to the clouds. She is relieved it was only a dream. The woman stands up, fixing her composure and walks out from the shade to the sun's full glory, warming her face especially her neck due to her scarf wrapped neatly around her. She truly cherished that scarf, especially today. It was his anniversary. Who knew, it was already 25 years since then and already so much has changed.
Even she has, as the days turned to years to now over two decades. This woman aged beautifully, for only being 47, her deep midnight half-up braided hair flowed down past her shoulders. Yet still maintaining her signature fringe from back when she was just a child. She could have easily been mistaken for mid-late 30s. Her soft ivory complexion and barely aged eyes embracing the clear sky where the sun continues to shine. She reminds herself she cannot stay youthful forever, nothing can stay as it is forever. That is a lesson she learnt a long time ago. The woman turns back towards the tree and sits on the spot where she rested. It has become her perch over the years, a go to place where she watches her home evolve into a well-rounded city. Although it was not something she liked to see change, life can't always be the same she reminds herself. At least, there is always one thing that stayed the same… not a single wall around her home in plain sight. A few moments later, the woman checks her watch, tutting as she realises the time.
"Already…" The woman sighed, "I guess I better get going."
Standing up again, her red scarf droops down her shoulder but instantly like a reflex the woman wraps it around herelf again. The woman begins to adjust her pleated white dress and brown corset, patting everything down in case anything happened to be her garment. Once composed, the woman glances down to the stone that stayed put throughput her presence.
"I'm sorry I haven't been here much, nor that I haven't spoken much either…" The woman confesses, continuing with,
"I've been stressed recently. I do miss you; I do not want you to feel I haven't thought at all at least a second about you. I know what you're like… No.." she pauses, releasing another sigh; "But it's her birthday… and I don't want to tell her."
The woman furrows her eyebrows at the tombstone, reading it's almost visible engravement;
Here Forever
Rest in Peace
My Most Beloved
My Dear
854
25 years on, it's the year 879. Already.
"But I got to sooner or later. It's just.. why do I feel like I must do it today? But also knowing it will be wrong if I do it." She looks down at the grass, pacing in her mind but unable to conclude to her own questions as she asked again to the grave, "What should I do, Eren?"
As expected, no response. Sometimes the silence is a subtle reminder he is not here to say what she should do. She reminds herself he was never exactly an individual of wisdom. Still, that someone she used to talk to would want to tell her at least something. A light smile appears on her face, reminding herself to be happy because today is a very special day for another special someone despite it being his anniversary.
She walks off, knowing inside her heart she reminds herself, 'I'm sure everything will work out.. besides. He's watching over me. He'll not want me making a fuss over nothing when I should be celebrating… celebrating my little girl's birthday. Well… she's not so little anymore, is she?' The woman walks down the hill and heads down the road to her home. She looks up to the sky again, seeing far above her a bird flying in the same direction she's heading. Although it wasn't definite, a warm presence embraces the woman's worried heart, breaking her silence as she whispered,
"See you later…Eren."
It was not long before she entered town, people wondering around doing day to day things. Newly invented cars were scooting down the main straight. Children playing at either side of the road playing either kurby, hop-scotch or racing across the road as they try to avoid bumping into the adults. Full of life and buzz. Our woman stops by a small vintage bakery, where nobody else was in bar the owner of his shop.
"Ah Mikasa, todays the big day!" He chuckled, naming the woman as she smiles back, "Goodmorning, Mr. Chuffni. I suppose it is."
"Has she gotten any wiser? Haven't seen the lady since last week. Not use to the quietness if you ask me. What have you said to her this time?"
In response Mikasa giggles, "I haven't said a thing, she's obviously running around with the other two. Can't believe she's forgotten about her favourite baker."
Chuffed, Mr Chuffni exclaims; "Well you better tell Miss Ackerman to get her to stop by and try my new bakes. She has got a hell of a stomach. I do hope she likes the cake, one of my best makes yet!"
"I have no doubt." Mikasa replies, putting her hand in her pocket to hand out the money she owes. Mr Chuffni was a good man to her daughter, it would be a insult not to pay, "How much I owe you?"
"Mikasa oh common, it's on me!"
"Chuffni-"
"Mikasa no. it's your lady's birthday, tell her its from me. Then the guilt will come back, besides when she does delivery for me, she always does an extra batch when she doesn't need to. Despite her being late to work…" he stops himself laughing quietly whilst eyerolling to his own comment, "I can let yourself off with the cake being on the house."
Not often, especially in her youth was she defeated. Mikasa smiles warmly nodding, "Mr Chuffni, that is awfully kind of you. Thank you for being so good to her the past year. It's been a great help."
"Not at all! Do you need any help with getting the cake home, Mikasa? You live so far out the town." He asked, turning his heels to the back of the bakery to collect Mikasa's order.
"No, no. It should be alright in the box." Mikasa answered, taking the box from Mr Chuffni. It wasn't heavy at all, despite the box being quite big leaving the woman stunned as she goes "Aw Mr Chuffni this is too much, I only order a small. Let me-"
"Scoot! Out! Stop it, go and enjoy the lady's birthday or I am taking the cake off you" He shoo's her off playfully.
Mr Chuffni was much older than Mikasa, a small stubby man in his late 60s. He owned his bakery for only 5 years and within a month he was the talk of the town. He was recognised as a very giving man, a soft spot for the those who don't have very much around them. Especially Mikasa's little lady Mr Chuffni constantly names her daughter.
"I'll happily let you take the cake off m-" Mikasa insists but yet again interrupted with a booming laugh;
"OUT WOMAN!"
Not another word spoke from Mikasa but instead walks out giggling that she was basically chucked out the bakery. Mikasa stops by the steps of the bakery, opening the white box to see the wonderfully smelt goodness inside. It was a vanilla white icing sponge cake with cream all around. Mikasa already knew the filling was jam, particularly her little lady's favourite. A simple cake with only her child's name on it. As she appreciative mother closes the box again, Mikasa takes herself through the city, heading to her new home she claimed 21 years ago. This new home was a cabin in the outskirts of Shiganshina District. It was a bit of a journey but Mikasa enjoyed it.
As Mikasa reached her wooden cabin that was in front of a deep forest, resting on a hill top as it faces the city and the beautiful mountain landscape. From the outside the cabin looked put together, the windows were open, holding lower shelfs with flowers resting in the pots. Her flower patch garden at the side, beside that were the vegetables flourishing as usual. It's the inside that's worrying her, Mikasa always liked her home clean and she blames her captain back in the day leaving that trait on her.
"I wonder if she's home?" Mikasa asked herself but then notices over to her right view coming from the forest where a young man approaches her holding a bow n arrow along with a dead animal in what seemed to be a pheasant strapped back. The man calls out,
"You're back already."
"I am, is everything sorted?"
The young man stops just in front of Mikasa, a tall 182cm lad who was only 21 years old, wearing a ¾ length grey round neck shirt with a even darker colour of grey trousers to then owning a pair of completely black shoes. Monochrome was his colour scheme however he did wear a deep blue infinity scarf around his neck, suppose you may consider it a pop of colour to his attire. The circled loop of fabric was a gift from Mikasa from when he was brought into her family. Emet did always like to remain put together with his clean-shaven hair, with two defined lines on the left side as a design to his hairstyle. His longer strands of hair forming a slight fringe framing the outside of his face just above his fine brows. His sharp, violet blue eyes softened to a relieved smile, "Yes- after the states she's left it... I'm surprised I got everything sorted just in time. Where did you go this morning? You were out quite early."
"Just visiting, Eren, Emet." Mikasa answered, surprised he too was up as early as she was. "How come you were awake before dawn even after travelling across the ocean late last night?"
"Oh" Emet noted to the first response about Eren. He was fully aware of who that figure was, but always had little to say about Eren. Emet continues his reply with; "eh, just happened to be up." Emet then adjusts the dead weight on his shoulders as he begins to walk away from his mother. "How much did Mr Chuffni charge the cake?"
"He didn't."
Stopping his traces, Emet looks back, "Seriously? That's quite a huge box, was it a-"
"On the house." Mikasa smiled, heading towards the cabin door, "I tried to pay but he was persistent. But, where is your sister?"
"You're asking me a question as if I know the answer to, mum." Emet tsks, rolling his eyes as he followed her in the cabin. That is what frustrates him, where does his sister run off to all the time.
"She better be back in time before we head to port." Mikasa states, setting the box on the small table in front of the unlit fireplace. It was the centre piece of the cabin, the largest part of her home.
"Knowing her, she'll show up as everyone leaves. Punctuality isn't her thing."
"She'll know what's coming if she's late." Mikasa raised her eyebrow to Emet, trying to be stern but instead began to chuckle realising herself that it's her daughter she's talking about.
"Is there anything else mum you need me to get? Anything else that needs sorted?" Emet asks, hanging the dead bird up in the window.
Mikasa looks over to him. Emet was always helpful around home, ever since he moved away two years ago there has definitely been a difference in his absence. Despite him only being a part of her world at the age of 8, already 21 and it is like watching a baby grow up becoming a man. A man who didn't have to suffer the terror of war and was able to live peacefully. It was nice to have him over home again, even if its just for a short stay for his sister's birthday. Mikasa, once a soldier, an excellent and talented one at that was now a single mother of two adopted young adults. One we know currently named Emet Ackerman, the eldest of the two even though he joined the family shortly after the first child. Emet was before known as Emett Bladein, but formally changed to Ackerman once officially taking into Mikasa's care. Emet was a blessing in Mikasa's eyes, despite how saddening his previous life was before he met her. 'What a hard day it was,' Mikasa says to herself, remembering the first time they met. Although adopted, he was just like her. Introverted but always shown so much affection and devotion to his family through his actions. He really was a good man.
"It should be fine" Mikasa answered as she unwrapped the scarf from her neck and hung the fabric on the clothing stand. Mikasa never leaves the scarf there, normally she'll let it rest in her bedroom, but she had too much to do and think about.
However Emet notices her facial expression. "Everything alright?"
Mikasa was phased out at this point, sitting down by the centre table, looking at her flowers that sat centre of the table. The sunlight beaming over them from the kitchen window.
"Mum."
"Huh?" Mikasa snapped from her trance, "what's wrong dear?"
"Is everything alright? You left your scarf over there. You don't normally do that. Plus, you're sitting down when normally you'll go to the garden. You hate sitting there."
"Someone is on to me today" Mikasa replies as she doesn't make eye contact with her son who is standing at the edge of head table, "It's nothing."
"You're thinking of telling her aren't you?"
"Yes.."
"Why today?"
"I don't know."
"Then don't"
"Emet."
"Mum it's her birthday. I don't feel like today is the day-"
"But something is telling me I should.. " Mikasa tries to stop herself, feeling like she's talking nonsense, "I just feel like if I don't tell her today then I never will."
"Mum, common there's loads of time. Not today. Why haven't you told her already before I came home?"
Emet moved over to face in front of her, blocking the sunlight from highlighting her precious flowers. Her favourite flowers, they mean so much to her- especially this time of the year. They were campanulas, or better known as the bellflower. Mikasa lowers her head, pulling back her fringe, and places her fingers on her cheek admitting,
"It'll crush her."
"Mum- "
Suddenly Mikasa's door slams open with a mighty boom of laughter coming seconds after. Their energy filling the cabin as two individuals are wrestling the other one that's standing inbetween them. Emet rolls his eyes as he steps back onto the kitchen counter, knowing the stampede will probably knock into him. Two of them have the middle one suffocated with their body weight as they playfully wrestled their pray, hiding the poor victim's face as she goes,
"OY- LET ME GO!"
"No way, this is what you deserve!" the other girl responds.
"on my birthday-"
"ESPECIALLY ON YOUR BIRTHDAY!"
Mikasa and Emet glance at each other before returning their eyes to the trio. One of them lets go of the victim and waves at Mikasa and chriped, "Afternoon, Miss Ackerman!" That was Milo Becker, aged 19 and Mikasa's daughter bestest friend. A boy with a talent of making anything out of nothing. He had midnight wavy ruby hair, very light blue eyes, pale peach skin with the faintest freckles on his face that cluster mostly on his nose. Milo was kind natured, intelligent, can often be quite savage along with stylish in his brown sweater, nude shirt, matching trousers and finally his signature faded chocolate coloured beanie. His fashion sense was his pride. Although he was considered a young adult, he was only 165cm and had a very petite frame but fortunately Milo didn't seem to care much.
"Afternoon, Milo." Mikasa replies, raising her eyebrow at the other two nut jobs keep trying to play fight each other off.
"Alright girls, enough." Emet sighs, putting down his gun that he still had a hold of this whole time onto the table that he had earlier from hunting.
"Oh, shit! Emet is back!" The girl curses as she lets go of the other one, letting them fall to the ground with a expected thud. "Hi Emet! Hope you didn't miss me too much!"
"My heart was aching, Eleanor." Emet answers with light sarcasm, pulling out the other table chair and sits across from Mikasa.
"Oh shush you so did," Eleanor snorts, the tallest of the trio as she would stand just below Emet at 179cm.
Eleanor was the source of fun. You would know when she entered the room. Eleanor had coarse ginger hair that reached to her collar bones that was always styled in two low ponytails. She wore a blue plaid jumpsuit, white plum shoes and a short polo collar blouse. Eleanor may be a nutter, but she was someone who always stuck by your side, filled with fun, filled with madness. There is never a dull moment with Eleanor Rako.
"Mikasa we have retrieved your daughter!" Eleanor proclaims proudly, pointing down at the floor.
"I can see that." Mikasa said, leaning to the side of the table to see her daughter on the floor who already happened to be looking back at her. Mikasa smiled down at her child, the little girl she can still vision in her mind, "Happy Birthday, dear."
"Thanks mum." The girl grinned before pushing herself onto her feet and pulls a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
Mikasa gazed at awe at her sweet beloved daughter. The same little girl she found when she was just a baby, cradling the sweet little being at the time when all seemed lost. 19 years on, and there stands a young woman. Nearly the same height as Mikasa, only 173cm. Medium jet black hair like Mikasa had when she was just a little girl, the same middle parted fringe too. Her soft feathered eyebrows that fit the perfect shape for the grey yet expressive eyes that glimmer with life when in her daughter's presence Mikasa thought to herself. Her complexion was soft but had more neutral undertones compared to Mikasa. The young lady wore a green oversized shirt that also had a green tassel at the collar along with a brown belt to synch in the waist. The girl also wore brown ¾ length trousers, black shoes and on both arms there's wrapped bandages. One on the left lower part of the arm and the other on the right upper arm. It was quite a tom boyish look. But Mikasa didn't care though what her daughter wore or looked. She was still beautiful. They not be related by blood, but they shared a very strong bond, a bond Mikasa is grateful to have with her daughter; Aimi Ackerman.
"We also gave her a birthday beating, had to be done." Eleanor states, nudging Aimi with a cheeky smirk.
"Well, we didn't have to." Milo added, sweat dropping.
"Yeah, you didn't HAVE to." Aimi nudges back but a little harder than what Eleanor gave her.
"Wow, you're so ungrateful."
"I am not."
"Are to."
"Uh, guys…" Milo tries to interrupt but fails.
"How am I ungrateful? You wrestled me all the way home! Almost cracked my head twi-"
"HAD TO BE DONE!" Eleanor shouts, folding her arms together and leans down to her friend as she completely takes the piss out of the situation.
"NO IT DI-"
"GIRLS!" Emet groans but began to curl his frown to a smile from the side. He didn't really care about them arguing, that's how they mostly spoke to each other anyway. He just couldn't be bothered when they started to screech like cats.
"Alright all of you," Mikasa silences everyone, they all turn to her, "Aimi, go look at the cake Mr Chuffni made you."
Aimi's eyes widened with excitement as she scoots over to the table, opening the box and let's out the biggest grin. Milo and Eleanor walk over, sharing both positive reactions to the cake. Although Eleanor almost looked like she was about to dive head first into the box, poking out her tongue making a "mm" sound. Milo raises his eyebrow at his tall friend, debating whether if he should pull Eleanor away from the table before anyone has even gotten a slice of cake. Aimi raises her head up to Mikasa smirking,
"I see Mr Chuffni has been listening to me after all!"
"Yes and you owe him a big thank you." Mikasa replies, pushing herself up from the table and closes the box with the cake inside and places it on the kitchen counter. "Mr Chuffni has been wondering where you've been."
"Ha! Old man misses me?" Aimi laughs, sitting herself up on the table as her older brother Emet is sitting just by her. But is a little too close to his liking as he scoots slightly away along with his chair. "It's only been a week since I done my last shift."
"Well you haven't been showing up around the bakery, he was just asking for you." Mikasat then adds, "Just make sure you stop by someday this week to tell him how nice it was of him to do that for you."
"Yes, mum." Mikasa's daughter tuts, shaking her head before lightly punching Emet, "Oi, you! Where's my present from you and Violet?"
"You'll not be getting it till later, Aimi." Emet replies bluntly as he lifts his left arm to check to see what time it was. "You better get going, mum. I say it won't be long till they're back."
Already knowing what her son meant, Mikasa glances over to Aimi and says, "Dear, could you go and get change, your dress is in your room."
"Why?" Aimi raises her eyebrow growing a certain curiosity, "And did you say... dress?" Almost sounding slightly put off by the word dress.
"Mhmm." Mikasa nods, "The sooner your ready, the sooner we leave. Milo, Eleanor- go ahead with Emet and make sure everything is ready."
"On it!" Milo answers, walking over and grabs the box with the cake inside. Eleanor follows behind him as if she was skipping. Aimi looks over at her two pals, confused to see her birthday cake being taking away from her. Emet follows behind them, opening the door for the two and walks on out. He isn't a man for saying goodbyes or farewells.
Eleanor gives a cheeky grin as she sticks her tongue at Aimi, "don't worry you- I ain't gonna eat it all. Not if Milo doesn't stop me!"
"To be honest I really can't be bothered if you do try to eat the cake." Milo states, noticing Mikasa's eyebrow raise as if to say, 'you better be joking.' "Heh, heh- I'm only kidding..." Milo awkwardly chuckles, "Well, see you's there!"
Milo exits the door along with Eleanor who slams the door shut and shouts from the outside saying she will devour the cake even though she was completely messing around. It was in Eleanor's nature to always have something to joke about. Now that it was just Mikasa and the birthday girl Aimi. Aimi doesn't say much and goes into her room. One thing about Aimi is she actually doesn't like celebrating her birthday. It makes Aimi feels bad that people fuss over her. She begged last year for her 18th not to do anything, but instead chill with her friends and Mikasa at home as they sat by the campfire and were stargazing the whole night. However this year was different, Mikasa really wanted Aimi to celebrate this time- especially with what has been bothering her the past while. Only Emet knows about what's going on inside Mikasa's head, but possibly in her heart her beloved knows too as he watches over Mikasa. That is what she believed after all. As Mikasa continues to sit on her chair and once again she pays attentions to her flowers. The soft purple petals that forms the beautiful shape of the plant. But even though staring at flowers would be considered relaxing, sudden knots twist in Mikasa's stomach, making her frustrated because she doesn't understand why she's feeling so tense lately. As if something bad is going to happen today.
'Why.. why today. What is wrong with me.' Mikasa's inner voice whispers to the flowers.
Suddenly a strong migraine hits Mikasa's head, flashes of light fills Mikasa's vision like a dream as she places her hands on her head and squeezes the pressure. The flashes just kept going, the throbbing kept on pounding but the worst part of all was she could hear her own voice crying. Another voice that was her own begging for something. Mikasa could only make out a few sentences such as, 'please' and 'I'll do it.' Mikasa is close to tearing up, the migraine is almost becoming unbearable at this point. The concerning part was Mikasa hasn't had an experience like this since the battle of heaven and earth. Mikasa just about opens her eyes, managing to whimper out,
"Is this...happening again?"
"What's happening again?" Aimi's voice asks from the corridor, walking into the main room with slight confusion.
The headache disappears like a miracle, Mikasa then lets out a tiny "huh" before realising the pain was gone. Mikasa turns her head toward her daughter and manages to hear Aimi ask with concern, "Mum, why are you crying? Is everything ok?"
"Oh, yes. Sorry dear, I just had a sudden migraine.. it's gone now." Mikasa admits, placing her hand on her head. 'Thankfully' Mikasa's inner voice sighs.
"Wow, that must of been a bad one." Aimi is beside her mother now, wearing a soft blue sweet heart neck and short puffed sleeved cottage dress. The length was just past the knees. It was beautiful on her as Mikasa smiles at the sight. Over the years Mikasa couldn't help but appreciate anything that was beautiful, she was no longer dealing with the cruelty of the world she faced from 9 to 19 years old. Mikasa was grateful that even though she struggled during that time, at least her daughter can be a young woman and actually enjoy life, just like everybody else.
"Don't worry, love. I'm alright now." Mikasa stands up, pushing in her chair and heads for the scarf. 'I am alright now, I hope you're not worried either.' Mikasa says to herself, as if she was actually speaking to another someone. Someone who would be the first person to be persistent on her wellbeing. Mikasa wraps the beloved scarf around her, feeling a gentle sense of comfort around her neck and felt as ease once more.
Aimi then lets the concern part of herself go, looking down at her dress. The young lady never often wore dresses, felt like it drew too much attention and people often looked at her as a tomboy rather than someone girly. However deep down she wished to be more feminine, but that's something she ought's not to talk about. "Mum, do I look ok? Feel like this is a bit much, don't you think?"
As Mikasa wraps a tawny coloured shawl over her, looking back at Aimi and walk towards her. Mikasa then gently pulls a few strands behind Aimi's ear and says, "It isn't much, you look beautiful."
A little blush appears on Aimi's cheeks, but disappears quickly as she notices something behind her mother. It was a white present wrapped in red ribbon was sitting alone by the fire place. "Mum is that for me?"
Mikasa turns around, realising what Aimi is talking about and turns to face her daughter replying, "Yes, but I want to save it for when we get home. It's from me."
"Why later?"
Mikasa doesn't answer and begins to head for the door. She had her reasons, it was something very special to her, something she'd been working on for so long. They needed more time together in order to embrace it. "Come Aimi, if we don't get going- they'll be here before we get there."
"Who are they?" Aimi asks, following out of the cabin. The sun was shining even brighter over Shiganshina now, the colour of the sky was at it's truest. Mikasa giggles to herself locking the door, surprised her daughter hadn't twigged on to who she's talking about.
Aimi raises an eyebrow at her mother, thinking long and hard about who's coming to see her. Then it hits her, the people she hasn't seen for the past two years. A sudden flutter of joy excites Aimi, her grey eyes begin to twinkle at Mikasa as she leans in going;
"No, you don't mean-" Aimi smiles even bigger now, "they're finally home!?"
Mikasa places her hand on Aimi's shoulder before walking off, glad to see the bright grin from her girl. "We better get going shall we?"
Aimi is beyond buzzing at this point, jumping right beside Mikasa as they head off side by side with their arms hooked onto each other. It's something they always done when they together. It felt natural when they went on their journeys. A light breeze hits them both as their black hair flows in unison against the wind. Aimi squeezes Mikasa's arm, holding back her inner child energy, maybe celebrating her birthday wouldn't be a bad thing after all. Especially when the rest of her family was returning home. It's been two years since they left, now they'll all be together again. Even if it's just for one day, being with the rest of her family was one of her favourite ways embracing life.
"I can't believe they're coming home!" Aimi says excitedly, "I can't wait to see them. All the stories and places they been too. Oh mum, I can't wait to see uncle Armin!"
Mikasa smiles, admiring Aimi's buzz. Mikasa then looks beyond the horizon of her home city, knowing in a couple of hours she'll reunite with her close friend. He'll be back on Paradis Island, back home, visiting not only herself, Emet and Aimi but of course he'll be returning back towards the tree on that hill. Armin Arlert, is coming back from his mission saving humanity.
"Me too Aimi," Mikasa says quietly smiling, "Me too."
*Stops typing Chapter 1 and faints*
Author's Note:
Oh my goodness, I finally finished my first chapter! I am so nervous to see what ones are going to think. Thank you to anyone who's viewed my first upload despite it only being an overview. I was so happy to see that people just clicked on it. I do hope chapter 1 intrigues you, it is a quiet but long chapter. But it will definitely pick up that's for sure. I have drafted some rough stuff for the next two chapters. I am sorry if the chapters are long, there's so much to include! Sorry for the grammar errors also, I am currently working on this during the night before my exam because I couldn't sleep haha.
Disclaimer:
I do not own the characters of Shingeki no Kyokin, they belong to the rightful owner. Other characters later mentioned in the story will be referenced also as the fanfic progresses. The only characters I have ownership are ones created from scratch. Also, IF YOU ARE ANIME ONLY OR HAVE NOT COMPLETED THE MANGA, PEASE DON'T CONTINUE TO READ THIS STORY. Unless, you love spoilers then that's fine by me!
Again, thank you so much for stopping by. I had fun writing this chapter, let me know what you think of the concept I have made so far. I would love your first impressions on Aimi, Emet, Milo or even Eleanor to see if you like them. Feel free to comment your thoughts or PM. Again, thank you for anyone who has or will follow my story. I hope it will become a enjoyable journey as it has been for me creating it.
And also, *salutes*
Shinzou o Sasageyo!