I'm waiting for chapter 51 of the manga to write more, but it hasn't come out.

So in the mean time, enjoy this chapter.

Well things start to process. I'll keep Mikasa past unknown til the right time.

Please review.

"Mikasa! Run!"

The girl stood there in silence, eyes full of horror, seeing the woman standing in front of her fell down.

The red liquid was all over the floor.

A man came, grabbed her by the collar and took her away.

She was locked up in a basement, hearing the men talking about selling her, something about "an exotic girl will make the rich old men interested", she recalled.

Early in the morning she was taken out to a crowded place. It was noisy, really noisy. Her hands were tied up the whole time. It hurt, it hurt a lot.

Then a man appeared.

"Wow, quite a girl you have there." - He said. "How much does she cost?"

The conversation between the kidnappers and the man made no sense to her. She just knew that they were talking about money, and her.

This was familiar, she thought. Did she hear her mother saying these while buying fishes or clothes..?

Was she like object, with a labelled price, and got sold in markets?

"Fine, then it's decided." - Their debate came to an end. "Now let's see what I can do with this cutie."

The man grabbed Mikasa's arm.

She felt disgusted.

The man noticed her wrists had gone red.

"Hey, how long did you tie her up? She's hurting!" - He confronted the kidnappers, then moved to release her.

The second the tie was removed, she hit his face and ran away.

"Fuck! Catch her!"

The men chased her. Her legs trembled.

"I can't stop!" - Though her legs were killing her, she forced herself to run. Her breath was heavy, she hadn't used this much energy running before.

She came to a death end, nowhere else to run. The only thing next to her was a stinky landfill.

"Little girl, I've gonna punish you for the hit earlier." - The man moved closer with a grin.

Mikasa glanced at the landfill, a shiny object caught her attention.

She quickly jumped into the trashes, and got it.

"Stop running." - The man spoke in annoyance, attempted to catch her.

"STOP!"

The girl stood up with a dagger in her shaking hands, as she had to use both of them to hold it.

"Come on. Put it down. That's not a toy you know. " - He stepped forward.

"STOP or I will stab you!" - She yelled.

"We both knew you wouldn't." - Ignoring her, he continued to walk closer.

Maybe he was right, maybe she couldn't do it.

She couldn't hurt a human being. Fighting was wrong, killing was brutal. She thought about her peaceful life, and what her parents taught her.

But then she remembered.

The insects in her garden, that her mother killed, as to protect the flowers.

The still-warm duck her father just killed to make a special family dinner.

She thought it was normal back then.

But again, were they also living things, with lives, like herself?

She figured it out.

She ran forward and stabbed the man in the heart. His blood was all over her face.

The man eyes were full of shock as he felt down and stopped breathing.

She looked down the bloody dagger in her hands, and how her white dress stained with red.

The kidnappers found her. They were in horror at the scene. They yelled out for help.

She didn't care. She tightened the dagger. If they came, she would also stab them.

She didn't know why she was fighting. Was it to survive, was it to punish these disgusting men?

She didn't know at all.

A group of men finally came.

"Catch her!"

Then a swift flew by. Somehow she was lifted up in the sky.

And that was when she met him.

"Sheesh, why am I remembering it now." - Mikasa slapped herself mentally.

It was dinner, and of course, that brown-haired boy would make a scene, fighting with the guy from Trost.

Something about avenging his mother, killing all the titans.

He talked about the death of his mother, how she told him to run in tears.

It reminded her of her own mother. And then her ugly past.

She decided to leave the room, not wanting to hear anything more from him.

She walked to the door, as she touched the knocker, something hit her legs.

She looked down only to find the two childish boys fighting on the floor.

This was funny, even amusing before, but now, she was seriously annoyed. Just how fucking old they were, yet acting like this.

She calmed hefself down, tried to ignore, opened the door. But not so long after that, a figure flew towards her.

She spread her arm out, grabbed that person's hair, which caused him to stop moving any further.

The dinner hall laid all of their vision to the door now.

Mikasa had always been the toughest one around, nobody would want to mess with her.

With one arm she could stop the figure completely.

"Shit!" - The boy from Trost, Jean, stood facing Mikasa, started to panic.

Mikasa dragged the figure a little bit closer to her, lifted his head up.

It was him, again. How annoying, she thought.

Jean didn't see Mikasa there. If he did, he wouldn't dare to punch Eren to that direction.

She tossed Eren away using only one arm. Still, it was a very strong toss, and Eren crashed down to Jean.

"Stop acting like fucking babies!" - She yelled in annoyance.

The door suddenly hit her back. Somebody was coming in.

Jean and Eren quickly sat down to the closest table.

Shadis walked in.

"What was all that noise about?" - He asked.

The hall went silence. Mikasa, standing next to him, looked around to find an excuse.

Then she found Sasha. She remembered what happened on the first day.

"Sasha just ripped off a fart, sir." - Mikasa said, still keeping a calm face.

The whole room widened their eyes, and tried to hold back laughters.

"You again? Learn some self restrain." - Shadis said and left the room.

"But sir, I didn't -" - Sasha tried to explain but it was too late.

Some people burst into laughs, some stared at Mikasa, as not believing what they just heard.

"Mikasa!" - Sasha grabbed Mikasa's arm. "Why!"

"I'll give you my meal tomorrow. Now let me go!" - Mikasa said.

Then Mikasa left the room.

Eren ran after her.

She stopped when hearing footsteps behind her.

She turned around, and obviously, it was him.

"Want to pick up a fight?" - She asked.

"No, not that. It sure hurts, but more important..."

"Just spill it out, I don't have time."

"You're...strange today."

"Why would you say that?"

"Normally when I fight with that horse face, you would ignore, or maybe grin at us in amusement. But today..."

"I just don't have the mood. That's all."

"Don't hide. Something must be wrong."

"Don't act like you know everything about me!" - She yelled.

"BUT I WANT TO!" - He shouted back.

She widened her eyes at how intense he was.

"There's no reason to..." - She lowed her voice.

"Yes there is."

"Nobody cares before..."

"Then I'll be the first to." - He held her hand. "Come on, let's find a quiet place and talk it out."

He lead her to private place, she followed him. She didn't why she didn't run away this time.

They sat down on a log.

"So... What happened?" - He asked.

"You were ... talking about your mother...how she died in front of your eyes."

Eren realized, that day, Mikasa witnessed her mother's death, just like him. And her father too.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." - He apologized.

"I know you didn't."

"What exactly happened after you were kidnapped?"

"I was taken to a black market, sold to a creepy old man."

"Fuck! What happened! Did he do anything to you?!"

"I...killed him before he could."

Eren felt like something was in his throat as soon as hearing the word "killed".

She killed a man, when she was 9.

"I know. I'm disgusting, a murderer. You should stay away from me." - She mumbled, looked down. She didn't know why she opened up to him, and was afraid of how he thought about her. She hadn't cared about how the world saw her, not once before. But this boy,... it was different.

"No. You're not."

He said, turned to look straight in her eyes. She stared at his fierce green eyes.

Before she knew it, he hugged her.

"You're not a murderer, and certainly not disgusting." - He whispered to her ear.

"How can I not? I killed somebody..."

"He deserved it. Considered how much you've been through." - Eren could feel little vibrate from her body.

"Eren..."

"No matter how many times they died, they still couldn't make up the sins they had caused, especially to you." - He said. "And even now the scar they had left are still in your heart. "

She moved her arms, but stopped half way. Was she about to hug him back? Why?

No, she couldn't become fragile. She couldn't.

She thought it straight, then pushed Eren away.

"I'm fine." - She stood up.

"Stop trying to act strong!" - Eren grabbed her arm.

"I have to!"- She shouted, tried her best to pull her arm out.

"Then what is this!"

He stood up, brushed his fingers on Mikasa's cheek.

A liquid was flowing.

She didn't notice at all. When did the tears start to fall?

"You're only hurting yourself acting brave." - He said, wiped off her tears.

"That's none of your business!" - She snapped and ran away.

He wanted to chase her. But he knew that would be pointless.

"What happened after she killed that man..." - He wondered.