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POV/MIKASA
She cut through the nape of the wooden Titan with ease, then continued speeding through the forest alone and far ahead of anybody else.
The training was rather easy, she thought to herself. But that was for her, she imagined the others would be slightly struggling to try to contest with her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone else, another person in her cadet uniform distracted her as a Titan dummy was dropped out in front of her forcing her to pull herself upward to avoid it just in time.
The person sped towards the Titan and cut its nape before continuing forward. She didn't need to see the face to know who it was though.
Eren, the only one able to keep up with her.
He let his hair grow longer over the past few months, an opposite to her who had begun cutting it shorter. That wasn't the only change though, this "new Eren" as she and Armin called him, was far calmer than their former friend used to be. He would never get aggravated and often chose to back down from fights rather than take up anyone challenging him.
Yet there was also a sense of dread with him, gone were the days where he would rant non-stop about killing Titans. New Eren, well, he just seemed depressed.
The once revenge-filled Eren now seemingly filled with nothing. In Mikasa's mind, however, it was a change for the better if it meant Eren wasn't putting himself in danger all the time. Another Titan dummy came down, she was already whipping up and slashing through the leather fabric with her blades perfectly, for what seemed the hundredth time that day.
TIME SKIP
She sat down across from Eren who had just finished talking with Krista, about what she had no idea. She spotted the two frequently speaking with one another, becoming good friends but depending on who you asked, they would tell you different things.
She watched as Reiner sat down near Eren and began talking with him. Odd usually he just sat with Annie and Bertholdt discussing things privately as he would say.
"So Eren," Connie said.
"Changed your mind on joining the scouts yet Jaeger? With your skills, you're essentially a sure-in for the top ten, why not use it to get into the MP's and live in the interior?"
Connie stopped for a moment before continuing.
"In the scouts even being the best won't save you. You could die out there in a second I've heard."
"I know… I reckon in about eight or nine years I'll be eaten by a Titan." Eren said, the ever-present grim look on his face not escaping for even a second.
"Hehe… Always the joker aren't ya?"
"Yeah..." Eren replied, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest.
"Way to ruin the mood, Jaeger..." Jean muttered from another table, though as usual Eren ignored him.
"How can you just joke about your death like that," Connie said. "Does it not bother you that you could join the Survey Corps and then just up and die on your first expedition?"
"No, it doesn't. Because it's inevitable everybody in this room will die somehow and somewhere," Eren glanced at Reiner momentarily. "some sooner than others I'd wager." he said calmly.
Their part of the room was mostly silent while Reiner's face shifted ever so slightly, he was a stoic man, all things considered, knowing when to smile and when to grimace, unlike Eren it seemed, yet whenever the two of them spoke the only reaction Eren seemed to get out of him was shock. Why would he look at Reiner while saying that? She would have to ask him about it later.
"Well, thanks for that Eren" Jean said, "this room now feels like a funeral," once again he ignored Jean.
The room quickly returned to what it had been before, loud and noisy.
Reiner did not look away from Eren's apparent gaze, yet Mikasa could see it in the boy's own eyes that he was rather confused, as were a lot of people when they spoke to Eren. She wondered back to the time before this New Eren came about, what the others would think of his bold and brash words coupled with that fiery demeanor that he carried with him, perhaps people would have been more accepting of him for things other than his pure skill, or perhaps he would be considered just as weird as they see him right now.
So many questions, she thought to herself.
CHANGE POV/EREN TIME SKIP
They were doing more hand-to-hand training again. To most people, it would be useless. For Eren however, it was far from it. He learned long ago just how useful Annie's fighting style was fighting against both her and Reiner in their respective Titan forms, if he wanted to replicate that experience, save for the less than positive results of said fights, he would have to train himself and his body all over again.
Armin charged against him with the knife which he stopped, pushing him backward, to which the boy came right back slashing downwards, Eren once again stopped him.
He thought back to the last time when he fought Armin after their talk with each other, though in truth it was a very one-sided fight. Armin could never hope to beat him fairly in a one on one fistfight. He hoped it wouldn't come to it this time around.
Another charge from Armin which Eren managed to both dodge and grab hold of his arm, sweeping down towards his legs he sent the boy tumbling down on the ground.
When he leaves this world, it shall never go back to what it was before. But not like last time.
He watched as Armin got up again and prepared to fight.
"Eren," Came the voice of Reiner from behind him.
And sure enough, when he turned around Reiner was there, wooden knife in hand, ready for some combat.
"Sure." He replied simply to the challenge.
Reiner then charged full force with his shoulder and knife at the ready. His mind flashed back to years ago, when Reiner and Bertholdt had taken him. Like with Eren's own fighting style, Reiner's movements in his human form replicated that of his Titan body, this was no exception, as he was using his same shoulder charging technique.
The flashback distracted him for long enough to allow Reiner to charge into him, knocking him down and into the dirt.
He quickly got back up to see Armin next to him with a look of concern on his face.
"You ok?" Armin asked.
"Yeah I'm fine," he replied.
What was that? Dumb question, flashes of his past life. The right question is, why did that happen?
TIME SKIP
People were getting suspicious, he could tell. Reiner, Armin, Mikasa. Reiner will most likely confide in Annie and Bertholdt, it's only a matter of time.
He was standing outside alone in the middle of the night, the darkness lit up by several lanterns. How long could he keep this up, eventually someone would realize the full extent of his knowledge. And when that happens, they'll start asking questions, questions he won't be able to avoid so easily through a thin veneer of apathy.
Gripping the wooden railing, he continued to think to himself about what he would do. But he was not alone.
He turned to see Historia walking towards him, she was still using the fake name and still put on the facade of being a kind and caring person.
'Maybe I can get her out of It again.'
"Eren," she said now leaning on the railing beside him. "why are you here."
"Came out here to think is all, what about you?" He said.
"I just like it out here, much calmer, peaceful."
"Hi-," he stopped himself. "Krista, how much do you know about your father," he asked her, wanting to see what exactly she knew at this time.
"Why would you-" she started.
"What do you know about him." he pried once more, she was not the hardest person to pressure, especially when coming about it in the tone of a friend.
She sighed before speaking. "Not much, I suppose."
"Do you know his name?" He said, interrupting her.
"No, I don't," she said.
"His name, Krista, is Rod Reiss" He resisted the urge to say more, instead staying quiet as she processed this information Eren had thrown at her so nonchalantly.
"How do you know this? He might not even be my father," she replied rather angrily.
"I know a lot of things, things people often want to keep secret, things that are rather easy to see once you peer into the looking glass just a bit further in. But you don't have to worry, I'll keep your secret if that's what you're afraid of." He said.
Historia looked at him for a moment before leaning back on the railing.
"Isn't he a noble in the interior?" She asked.
"Yeah, something like that," he told her.
'Noble, more like the king of the wall's' the thought to himself.
"Thank you," she said after a minute of silence
"No problem," he replied distantly, his mind wandering.
"Eren," she began looking him in the eyes. "What else do you know?"
He smiled at her, "Like I said, I know a lot of things" he said, "Historia."
Her eyes widened in surprise but then asked trying to stay calm. "How do you know all this? I demand you answer me," she replied angrily.
'Now there's the Historia I know' he mused.
"I'll keep your secrets." was his only answer, it seemed to be enough for her at the moment.
"Well what else can you tell me," she replied, calming down.
He didn't answer for a moment, staying silent but then spoke "You had a half-sister named Frieda, I'll tell you the rest later, but you have to keep this conversation a secret," He told her. He needed to stop talking. Back in this era, his past self wouldn't even dream of ending this conversation on such a note, but his present self knew better.
"Fine, but when will you tell me everything?" she asked.
"When everything is ready. And when you yourself, are ready for it."
After that there was silence again, Historia stood up straight before speaking again.
"I look forward to learning more then. Goodnight." He remained silent, listening to her footsteps as she walked away.
'I'll have to tell her eventually, better sooner than later' he thought before he walked back inside. 'This is going to be difficult' was his final thought as he drifted into sleep.
NOTES
Once again this was edited and fixed by Winter1231505 Go check him out he has an AOT fanfiction going on as well.
This was a shorter chapter so sorry about that but I couldn't think of anything else to put in here.
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