AN: Couldn't resist. Mikasa is just too good looking as a male and paired with Eren...*cuddles happily with her teddy bear*
Warnings: Death, language, blood, violence, Yaoi, self-insert.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
War child
"Going against the flow... takes a lot of courage. I respect that. Maybe people who can do it are just stupid, but... Well... What I'm sure of is that people like that are rare. So you can't call them common. You can't call them normal, either. People like you... get called special."
He was born with war in in his soul.
Each time he flew, it sang in his blood, a dark melody calling for the next titan to come close enough to kill.
So perhaps this was the perfect place for someone like him.
At age eight he killed, not for the first time, not really, but in a way it was his bodies first. But just like every other time he never hesitated. The invaders had come, slaughtered the people who had cared for him and legitimately pissed him the fuck off.
It hadn't taken much to kill the man, he easily avoided his grabbing hands and lunged, knife in his hands and aim true. And it fit so perfectly in the bastard's head that he couldn't help but grin.
He stared at the small boy, at the red blood dripping down his face and the fierce gaze that was set upon his face and for the first time Eren's breath was taken away.
Beautiful.
As if hearing his thoughts, the boy turned toward him, his sharp eyes staring into his soul and freezing him in place.
"Who are you?"
That was how he first officially met Eren Jaeger.
A start of a truly fantastic friendship.
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Meeting the blonde was less gory, but that didn't mean that there wasn't any blood.
There were two children surrounding him, larger and louder with faces that would make an Angel cry. They were too occupied to see him coming, but the look on Armin's face, partly relieved but mostly terrified made it all worth it.
"Holy-! What the Hell are you?!"
Lips peeling into a parody of a smile the boy wiped at his mouth half-heartedly, only succeeding in smearing the blood across his cheek like war paint.
"What does it matter?" His eyes were darker then the night sky but had a fire in them that sent shivers down Armin's spine. "I just became your worst nightmare."
Armin had never met someone so petrifying in his whole life.
The blonde had been a good addition to their group, with his wit they were able to make it around the town intact. With just him and Eren they had gotten into all sorts of trouble that he was sure their mother was going to have a heart attack.
But of course they still had their moments.
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He never got along well with Eren's father, the doctor reminded him of a snake and not the good kind either. Like he would do anything to survive sort of snake, even if that meant harming his family.
His instincts had never been wrong before, unless it had to do with the female species then don't even try to ask him about that, so he kept his distance. He was respectful, the man had adopted him after all, but he wasn't getting anywhere close to cozy with him.
Eren didn't seem to mind, in fact the kid was all too happy to go along with whatever he decided to do.
Weird child.
"Mikasa, where are you going?"
He didn't bother to turn around. "Somewhere quiet." The city life wasn't for him, even a small one like this set his nerves on edge. Especially when he was cadged like cattle within the towering walls he couldn't climb up.
"Are you going to that meadow I showed you?"
He grunted and pulled the red scarf over his nose once again.
Behind him he could hear the steady steps of Eren following after which wasn't surprising, the child followed him around like a lost puppy most of the time.
Eren's presence was a constant, and after a while he slowly got used to it. The kid was spirited and made him laugh when he had thought it was impossible to.
He found himself doing something he vowed to never do again.
He got attached.
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When Eren's mother was picked up by the titan, and her struggling form so small in its large hands he experienced loss once again.
And when a cry echoed in his ear, a roar of fury and sadness, from the very boy who had followed him around like a puppy, something awoke inside of him that he had put to sleep once he awoke in this world.
It was then that he decided perhaps he too would gain his wings, but this time he would wear them on his back instead of on his chest.
The second time Eren saw Mikasa truly angry was when they were on the boat, the screams of people just background noise as the image of his mother being eaten played in his mind.
Half frantic he had searched for the one person who had been his pillar, not Armin or even his father but Mikasa.
He froze in place at what he saw.
Standing alone, dark hair buffeted by the wind and face shadowed Eren stared at his childhood friend, completely entranced. Mikasa wasn't crying, his hands didn't shake in fear nor did he scream for the dead.
Instead he stood and never moved, a silent warrior in the midst of tears and sorrow.
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Boot Camp had been very similar to what they were going through, except he never flew through the trees before. He had jumped off of planes, but never had he flown.
It was exhilarating.
He honestly didn't have much trouble getting through their training, he already knew how to be a good solider he just never had to become one again until now.
Eren on the other hand was constantly getting smoked.
Meaning punished, if he wasn't doing push-ups for something idiotic then he was running until the sun went down along with the odd potato girl.
He tried to explain to the kid that he really needed to quit glaring at their instructor and simply say 'yes sir' without asking questions. It was simple, listen, execute and you'd survive without having to do another push up again.
He wasn't surprised when Eren failed to listen.
Exhausted Eren panted as he finally fell to his knees, sweat beading off of his face and onto the dirt beneath him.
Once again he had to run until his legs gave out, for something as simple as looking at the guy wrong. He still couldn't understand why he was even getting punished in the first place. He just looked at the guy!
"Eren."
His heart skipped a beat at the voice and any complaints vanished, he snapped his head up and looked at the boy standing above him.
All the training they were going through had really done wonders for Mikasa, any baby fat he had left had vanished, his body was slimmer and face more defined. The females were always clamoring for Mikasa's attention which pissed him off-
-Mikasa was his, no one was allowed to so much as touch him-
-but his childhood friend never strayed from his side. He was always there to lend a hand, especially after what they had been through together.
He rubbed his head sheepishly. "So I guess I pissed him off again…"
Mikasa looked less-then pleased but said nothing and simply extended his arm so his hand was just a few inches away.
"Come on, it's time for bed."
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Armin experienced the full force of Mikasa's fury the moment news came to them that Eren had died.
He had fallen, despair clawing into his mind as tears overflowed and loss made itself home in his heart once again. He knew this had been a bad idea, but what else was he going to do when his only two friends had been determined to join the Survey Corps?
When Mikasa made no noise he turned to the male, and suddenly was reminded why he was so terrified of him in the first place.
The look of pure fury and bloodlust pouring off of his friend had him nearly shivering in fear. Mikasa looked like was going to snap and start killing anything that so much as moved.
"Where is it?"
His voice was commanding and the girl who had given them the news could only point, her eyes wide with fear and body trembling. Armin wanted to scream at her, why would she say anything? Misaka was going to run off and find that titan, even if that meant slaughtering every other one he passed-
Oh there he went.
He faced a death for the first time after being reborn in a dark alleyway. Half-driven from rage he had searched for the titan who had dared eat Eren, his mind had been consumed with the need to kill and destroy anything that came near him.
But now that he had run out of gas and was stuck on the ground he had a moment to rethink his actions.
Running away from his squad had been idiotic he was not only putting them in danger but the mission could also fail thanks to his actions.
He knew he shouldn't have gotten attached.
But that didn't mean he wanted to die, so when the titan reached down for him, it's large hand coming far too close for his liking he cut the bastards fingers off.
As if he'd die a coward.
Of course that could only do so much, and he could only watch, unimpressed as it reached forward again with newly healed fingers.
Titans were large, but they weren't very smart.
Then he was introduced to a Titan that knew the same exact fighting techniques that he had taught Eren.
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It had never been a good idea to place him in front of a judge, he was far too crude to answer any of their questions politely and probably 100% guilty in whatever they were accusing him of.
It also turned out to be a bad idea to place him in the same vicinity of Eren when said child was getting the shit beat out of him.
He had just got him back, no midget was going to hurt Eren like that looking as if the child earned every moment of it.
It took a lot more then Armin to keep Mikasa back from vaulting over the bar to get to Captain Levi. In fact it took him and three other men to hold his pissed off friend back.
Armin wished that they would have had the choice when it came to attending the hearing, because if they did he would have made sure that Mikasa wouldn't have went.
Especially now that they had just gotten Eren back and Mikasa was still in the 'you so much as look at him wrong I'm going to slaughter you' mode.
Holding back a sigh he wondered why he always was dragged into the mess.
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He didn't care that Eren could shift, he thought it was pretty sweet actually. But he was pretty sure that he was the only one who thought that way.
Eren had helped out with the rock, and sure he got a small scratch but that didn't matter.
They had achieved what others had called impossible.
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He had never gotten along with the girl, Annie and him were far too much alike for them to ever get along. Besides the way she looked at Armin made his hackles rise, she wasn't allowed to look at the blonde that way as if he were a juicy piece of meat.
And she certainly was not allowed to steal Eren.
So when he followed after the cloaked figure who thought it was so genius to dress up as one of their members to try and infiltrate their ranks he was less then pleased. He knew everyone that went on the mission, accounted for people who died and with this extra person the numbers were wrong.
He was going to say a nice hello to Annie, it was only proper after all.
She wasn't expecting Ackerman to figure her out so quickly, of course she knew he'd be the one who found out first, but never expected it to be so soon.
She hadn't even reached Levi's squad before Mikasa was pouncing on her, eyes like fire and weapons aiming to kill.
He had always been her main threat, a dark predator prowling in Eren's shadow protectively. Annie hadn't known what to think about him to be honest, he was their age yet his gaze was so old.
Eren and Mikasa were close, so close that she knew that their relationship could change into something entirely different if they so wished. Eren seemed to want it, she could tell by the way his gaze followed the other male constantly.
Mikasa? She wasn't able to read him so easily. She did know that Mikasa had an uncontrollable anger that when unleashed was something she was going to have a problem with.
Which was why, when Levi's team finally arrive they came upon the female titan on her knees, tendons cut, arteries sliced and eyes gouged out, Eren wasn't the least bit surprised to see Miskasa there waiting for him.
Like always.
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War was in his soul, he breathed it, and lived it every day of his life. New or old.
But this time he had someone beside him, a puppy with big golden eyes that followed him around constantly.
And he couldn't find it in himself to complain.