bloo blah I had this idea earlier tonight while listening to Icarus by Bastille, which is kind of fitting if you think about it haha

This series are loosely inspired by the Greek myth of Icarus, and also by the idea/headcanon that Levi has the Wings of Freedom tattooed on his back.

I'm not very content with this chapter, and it probably is because I don't know how to write intros, and the best prologues are the smaller ones hmmm but I hope it's enjoyable enough; there will be sequels, but I can't promise they'll be posted soon.

So now I need to decide if I'm going to write a new Office!AU chapter or make a sequel for The Baby. In the mean time, I'll be debating if the other idea I had, Chess Pieces, will be posted here or will be made into its own story (I'm leaning towards the latter, and if that truly happens, it will take some time before I post the first chapter).

Office!AU: Devil Of A Boss, Cancelled Plans

The Baby: Silence, Assurances, Truth

Icarus: Found

Thank you for reading, and enjoy! xx

VII: Icarus: Found

That wasn't the best day for a trip to the beach; the skies were filled with grey clouds that blocked most of the sunlight, the water was cold and the sand felt too rough under the bare soles of their feet, but the trio still ventured out of their home out of boredom, spread a towel on the dull looking sand and kicked off their shoes in order to spend some time together, as if they didn't do it daily already.

Despite the ugly weather, there was no strong wind to bother them as they played, only a gentle, occasional, cool breeze. The orange flying disc zipped left and right, being caught by strong hands only to be thrown again. It cut through the air with the efficiency of a knife, finding no resistance to slide smoothly between the space of two bodies.

The only girl of the group caught the frisbee with one hand, and with a flick of her wrist sent it flying towards the blonde to her left. "I'm going for a walk," her short dark hair was tied with the red hair tie she always carried around, and she started to walk away as soon as the boys nodded in acknowledgement.

"Be careful, Mikasa." The brunet said, green eyes flickering towards her back for a split second before returning to the game.

She walked close to the water, leaving a trail of footprints on the wet sand that were wiped away when the cold waves reached them, and she curled her toes at the unpleasing sensation. Hands were buried in the pocket of her hoodie, her trademark red scarf was wrapped around her neck securely, keeping that area warm whilst her legs were mostly bare to the chilly breeze that swept past at times.

As her fingers played with her cell phone and her eyes watched two or three people that decided to leave their houses for the day as well, she could hear a group of seagulls by the docks, and the insistent bark of a dog reached her ears as it ran after the grey and white birds. Past the dock she went, lips pursed as she pondered and realized that the once boring game she was playing with her friends was much more entertaining than this walk in this deserted, cold place.

The dog followed her, sniffled her ankles and jumped around her as happy yips left its mouth, long brown tail wagging from side to side whenever it looked up at her and she looked down at it. She stopped in her tracks; the water washed over her feet, and she shivered slightly. "Hey, boy." Mikasa said tentatively, and the dog cocked its head to the side at the sound of her voice. "Are you alone?" It let out another bark, its pink tongue lolled out the side of its jaw over sharp teeth, and the corners of her lips curved upwards. Maybe she could keep it, if Armin and Eren agreed.

She continued onwards, and the dog never strayed too far as it ran about the sand or into the cold sea, mouth always open in what she could have imagined as a grin. Her pace slowed down as she neared the end of the beach, dark rocks in the distance marking where the sand ended and the hill covered in trees started. However it seemed that one of the rocks was too deformed, and after watching from afar for a few moments, Mikasa picked up her pace again and closed the distance between herself and her target, squinted eyes slowly widening as she got closer.

She froze in place, torn between wanting to run away or run forward.

There in the sand, right before her, lied a naked man on his stomach, one leg stretched and the other slightly bent, elbows touching his ribs and loosely clenched fists by his head.

The difference between him and any normal man, though, were the pair of mismatching wings on his back, both fully opened to the sides, one black, one white.

Mikasa sucked in a breath through her teeth, the dog stood right beside her, afraid of taking one more step towards the man. But she did, her feet moved on their own and soon she was turning the man around, keeping her dark eyes focused on his face so she would not look where she shouldn't. The wings folded by themselves, retreating to what she guessed was the most comfortable position. She took off her hoodie, laid it over his pelvis out of respect for his person and dignity, and dialed her friend's number to get help, gaze trained on his face and dark, dark hair.

He had sand all over his features, clinging to his eyelashes and brows, dusting his forehead and coating his chapped lips. Mikasa tried to be as gentle as possible whilst she brushed the grains away, hoping she wouldn't awaken him, and hardly touched him afterwards as his limbs were examined in search for bruises.

Thankfully her friends soon arrived. Questions were made and disbeliefs were voiced, the three were reluctant to leave him there, but also knew that taking him in could be dangerous. The blond spoke over the hesitancy, said they could at least treat his wounds and offer him some water and a meal, and he would most likely leave afterwards. "He seems older than us," Armin said, blue eyes focused on the stranger. "He must have a family. Somewhere."

Armin gave up his shorts to cover the man, and Eren took off his shirt in hopes it would hide majority of the wings, and also offered to carry him to their shared home. His friends helped place the man on his back; strong tan arms curved around pale legs, and Eren grunted when all the weight made his spine arch. "For someone so short, he sure is heavy."

"We can take turns," Mikasa offered, but the boy merely brushed her off and urged them to leave the area, the dog following after them.

It was Armin who tended to a couple of shallow cuts and deeper ones on the man's ribcage and arms, bandages thankfully weren't needed, and the brunet's most oversized clothes were lent to the injured stranger, along with one of Mikasa's blankets, to keep him warm. Eren was the one who allowed let this person sleep in his bed while he would sleep on a spare mattress in Armin's bedroom; he felt responsible for the person's well being, the blonde guessed as he lightly pushed his friends out of the room, and was trying to be a good host.

It was much, much later, though, when the two boys were in the kitchen and Mikasa had gone check on the man, tray in hands with a glass of water and two oranges, that they heard the distinctive sound of shattering and metal clanging on the floorboards. There was no scream to accompany it, and they were already on their way before she could even call out for them, although they doubted she would.

So they both squeezed their way through the open door, stepped over broken glass and a small puddle of water, and found the man on his feet, standing on top of the mattress, mismatching wings spread out behind him, and small light grey irises glaring daggers at the girl by the foot of the bed.

Mikasa, if anything, glared in return.