Disclaimer: I do now own Attack on Titan.

Summary: It's the future no one dares dream of. Harmony has been reached. Negotiations have taken place of bloodbaths. And Levi walks the post-war streets. RivaMika.

Song: Silence

His hands are tucked into his pockets. His suit was void of any crease. And his cravat was spotless. If anything, these would already make for a perfect day to him.

However, unlike any other day before, his combat boots have long been stashed and replaced with newly polished wing tips. He felt lighter; the absence of his 3D maneuvering gear sorely evident. And the air around him was clear. There was no blood, no smoke, no dirt that came along with it.

The city has long been rebuilt. The war had long ended. Negotiations have taken its place. And now, humanity can finally take a breath.

Today, dare he finally say the words he had always believed to be impossible. Today was the day he never dreamed of seeing – the day humanity lives.

For the first time in his life of harrowing turns, pain, and death, Levi Ackerman turned to the heavens with a curve on his lips akin to the ordinary man's smile. A sigh that came deeper from his gut escaped his lips; his sharp, narrow eyes, softening.

Througout Time

today; the perfect day

How is peace treating you?

The morning streets were abuzz as any day would have been in the inner cities during the war. The blaring difference however, was the absence of the wall, of any wall. Looking at the faces of the children running about, the light seems to be doing them good.

But then, Levi smirks, that would be an understatement. Peace was incomparable to any other remedy.

For the past few days since he's been released from confinement in the hospital where more than half of the population was staying, he's been loitering about. He had been invited to sit in on the peace meetings, but who were they kidding. Levi was no pacifist. He negotiated with fists and, if ever he were to use words, such wouldn't be inviting of negotiation. Without a doubt, aimlessly walking around the city was the better option for him.

Now that the world was at peace, he knew there would be no use for his gear. He could very well enlist for construction in the outer cities, he mused after walking past a line of men signing up for such work. After all, his muscles had to be put to use.

Or maybe, he should just leave the city and live on his own. But, god knows, he'd be eaten alive by his demons – the same ones he's been feigning to have control over all this time. Being alone for the remainder of his life was basically an invitation for his past to swallow him whole. Throughout the war, he's learned to keep the memories he's needed and repress all else. Without any outlet, without anything to take up his time, he'll surely lose himself.

Maybe, his thoughts were at a deadlock, he could help Hanji with her – his face involuntarily twitches.

Moving on.

It was not yet time, he accepted, to be thinking of what was next for him. He never really was the planning type. Spontaneity has brought him this far, who was he to think of an alternative when such alternative doesn't even seem to exist.

With pursed lips, he continued to venture randomly into the lively streets. Before long, he was in the markets, fresh produce and meats were in abundance. Unconsciously tapping his suit pocket, he fishes out his wallet and, inconspicuously checking its contents, decided to buy goods for tonight's meal for one. Granted he was living in the barracks where other members of the legion were, the fact that most of them opted to either recuperate in the hospital or in their own homes left him to his – welcomed – lonesome.

Passing by a bakery, the straight-faced man entered, enticed by the aroma.

Quelle suprise! What a surprise! The large baker greets the infamous soldier amid pulling on the flour, then slamming it back on his counter, puff jumping off the table.

Levi simply nods at him before looking around. The sound of a burning kiln, and of the man massaging his dough, filled the room.

Acheter quelque chose en particulier? Shopping for anything in particular? The enthusiastic man grins.

The short military man only picked up a baguette and placed it next to his ear, squeezing it for the sound of its crackle. His lips pursed in pleasant surprise, satisfied by its quality. He took one.

Before long, he left the bakery with his baguette and a pack of fettucine pasta without uttering anything over a grunt to the friendly baker, not that the latter minded. There was nothing, after all, that could ever get to them again.

For that night's meal, he would be preparing a simple tomato-based dish. He still has his stash of olive oil and balsamic vinegar, one he's so tediously hidden from the cupboards he shared with the others – rather, with Sasha. Only she was so stubborn to thread a line against him. The girl was a fool when it came to food.

Vaguely, Levi remembers she was one of those who returned to their homes, rebuilding their village in the forest. Oddly reminiscent, he starts recalling their class. Their class that was filled with undeniable talent. Their class that served both as the key to both humanity's downfall and its restoration.

Eren and Armin were part of the negotiation processes. It was rather apt, they initially struck him as paper pushers. With all that he's been through, peace was the most surprising. If anything, he lauded them for rising to the times. Those two, rather, everyone, have grown so altered since they first entered for training. Granted, nearly five years has passed since then.

Five years from now, he wonders, what would happen? He knew it was odd, thinking about this. But, for the first time in his life, he was free to muse to his heart's content. He was basically a free man now. He had no responsibilities. He had long surrendered his post. Five years from now, what would life be like? A smirk makes its way to his face, amused by his train of thought.

Here he was, outside, under the brightest shine of the day, unbridled by fear, death, nor blood, yet he couldn't simply enjoy what it is right in front of him. He would look back in nostalgia. He would look forward in anticipation. Letting out a sigh, he looked ahead and decided that, for the meantime, this is where his mind should lay.

He was on his way back to the barracks when he notices people shuffling inside. His interest caught, he idly muses who's returned. Before he makes it inside, he hears someone approach the door. He looks up and freezes, suddenly forgetting how to breath.

Okaerinasai. Welcome back.

END.

Explanation!

1. Nothing much to explain. Just that, peace. Levi decides to loiter, what with not knowing what he's to do now that there is no need to fight. So, we join him in his musings. Just another day. There is no pressure for him to decide. And, there no longer will be pressure.

2. Guess who welcomed him back. Mikasa! This story is a sequel to the first chapter. Just a backstory - Levi leaves. Mikasa vows to follow him and be in his aid. She did. The last battle ensues. They are heavily wounded. Levi healed first and was released earlier.

Levi was basically surprised to see that she was released from the hospital. This is truly, the perfect day.