Hello everyone!

First of all I want to apologize for the atrocity that is chapter 3's format. It looked really nice on Word with line splits so you guys can know the different perspective, the spaces and ahhhh somehow on fanfiction it didn't work and I only saw the horror when it was published.

Luckily one of you pointed that out and told me to use '-' to tell you when perspectives change. Gosh i'm so sorry, it must've been painful to read but hopefully this one is better and comes out RIGHT. Geesh!

Okay so here is chapter 4. I have mixed feelings about that one mainly because it's still a bit of setting and knowing the characters etc... But believe me, it'll be worth it and important in the end. In the next chapter you should have more Erehisu feels. I promise c:

I'm really happy you guys enjoy the chapters, it really means a lot to me and it gives me more strength to improve my writing! So yay!

For now enjoy and here comes 'answering to the reviews' time!

Guests: Thank you so much for the sweet and VERY helpful comments I really, really appreciate them. I just came back on fanfiction so i'm rediscovering the art of writing and posting fanfiction here. I'm sorry you have to bear with my clumsiness. XD But I'm really glad you enjoy these chapters and I hope I wont disappoint! Erehisu shall live and they deserve more love in this fandom!

MediaMaster 263: Yes I can't WAIT to write the moment they meet. And hmmmmm mayyyybe. c:

Komorebi-chama: Yaaay I'm so glad you like it! And ahh this means a lot! I'm trying to keep a bit of their original character, while adapting them to this new world. And ohhh maybe it has been Jean's story all along *le shocked face* XDDD

Also extra info:

For the setting, I wanted to give you guys a bit of liberty, but I mainly inspired myself for Eren's village from German villages. You basically have to picture Eren and Mikasa's hometown without the giant walls haha. And Historia lives in a typical big city, but lives in the rich part of the city, in a mansion.

September 23

'I have recently realized that the dreams where I am a boy named Eren Jaeger are real, and that he is experiencing the same phenomena. For unknown reasons, we wake up in each other's body on random days and have to live the life of the other. Now that I know that it's not a dream that I can act the way I like, I find this phenomena rather bothersome…'

Historia sighed as she wrote her latest entry in her journal. She was snuggled up inside her covers, her night lamp shining next to her on her golden locks and angelic face. She was already dressed in her nightgown. Only now, she wore bras underneath it even while going to sleep, so that in case Eren wakes up as her the next day, he won't be too tempted.

'In order to protect our private lives, Eren and I have set up a few rules and guidelines. As Eren, I should:

-Not be too polite to everyone

-Go to work when it's his shift and only be polite then

-Not flirt with anyone

-Not do anything 'girly' as he put it

I find it quite sad. He is a rather pretty boy, so I did allow myself to flirt here and there and…'

September 24

That girl is killing me.

"P-Please Senpai… Accept it."

On a rather normal day at school ,a small dark red haired girl was presenting to Eren yet another confession letter. It was the third one this week. This time, it was a freshman who unfortunately had witnessed 'Eren' being an absolute gentleman the other day when she let her food tray fall in the middle of the cafeteria. 'Eren' kindly picked it up and helped her clean it with a charming smile.

Eren sighed, taking the letter and patting the girl's head, feeling a bit sorry for her.

"Thanks," was all he said before moving away. He put the letter in his bag as he made his way to class, mentally cussing Historia out for not respecting his rule.

But he wasn't one to speak, he didn't respect a few rules either.

September 27

'-Be nice and polite to everyone

-Do not leave the House after 8

-Eat properly

-DO your best at Ballet

-No showers!

-No more feeling up

-Do not be late for school, you have a chauffeur who shows up at 7:45 every school day'

It was the first day Eren woke up as Historia, knowing these rules. But that didn't stop him from acting like Eren at school.

He walked in with confidence, raising a brow to everyone on his way to Historia's classroom. This caused already a few whispers, since Historia was usually calm and barely noticeable. Once he entered the classroom, he spotted Ymir sitting by her table, drinking some water.

Ah Ymir. What did the note say? 'Best friend since the start of high school. Only girl who accepts you so be nice to her! '

"Hi Ymir," 'Historia' chirped, sitting next to her, giving her the most charming smile. "How're you?"

Ymir blinked to that, a little taken aback by her friend smiling at her like that.

"Someone's in a mood," Ymir smirked mischievously. "Good you're holding up."

"Holding up?" 'Historia' asked with a raised brow.

"Well, with your dad causing drama in the world of finance," Ymir responded nonchalantly.

'Historia' blinked, having no idea what she was talking about.

What did my asshole dad do this time? Eren thought. His thoughts were soon interrupted by a few girls next to him, sitting by the window and whispering rather nasty things about the Reiss family.

"Did you hear about the scam?"

"Yeah."

"Geesh and to believe that this will be inherited to her?"

"Doesn't surprise me. She's unusually calm. Snakes attack silently."

"Hey."

Having heard enough, 'Historia' glared to the two girls and quite out of nowhere, kicked the table next to them, causing it to fall down and the girls to shriek. 'Historia' gave them a warning look, before returning back to a stunned Ymir.

The brunette eyed the blonde with utter surprise and admiration. "Please go out with me Friday night?" she asked quickly, eyes following 'Historia'.

"Huh?" 'Historia' blinked. Before she could answer, Reiner cut in, appearing behind 'Historia' with a wide grin.

"She's already got a date with me on that day, sorry," the tall blond stated, putting a hand on 'Historia's' shoulder.

I have? Historia never told me.

Eren thought with a small frown, glancing up to Reiner as he tried to figure out who that guy was.

… Tall blond with a big mouth. Must be 'handsome Reiner' from Historia's notes. He's not handsome at all. He looks like a chicken nugget. What does Historia see in him?

"Sure," 'Historia' chirped with a smile, looking back to the two. "How about we make it double?"

September 28

'YOU DID WHAT?!

Eren do not mess up my relationships!'

'Well don't mess up mine!

You should thank me, you're more popular when I'm you! :p'

The two exchanged from now on purely through notes inside their phones, and they mostly included bickering and reprimands. Historia was dissatisfied with how Eren treated her social life by accepting dates, being loud and getting all the attention on her. And Eren, was dissatisfied with how nice Historia was when she was him.

In the following days, they started writing on each other's body to let their frustration out. Historia wrote things like 'rude', 'loud', 'why are you like this?' on Eren's arm whenever she was in Eren's body. And Eren wrote things like 'Stuck up princess' or 'snob' on her arm when he woke up as her.

As different as their mean notes to each other might be, there was one note coming from both of them that had one common sentence: 'I'm single because I like it that way!'

September 29

It was Saturday, and Historia woke up as Eren.

Realizing that last night was the double date, she really hoped that the notes she left last night for Eren would help him keep a low profile.

It was… Quite something.

Ymir and Reiner each had three hours with Historia. Ymir took her to the cinema, and cuddle with her during the movie, which had made the Blonde a bit nervous. But then, Reiner took her to a fancy restaurant each student of their school would love to go because it was so refined and sophisticated. It was quite romantic, and Historia could get her mind off the strange phenomena involving her and that Eren Jaeger.

And yet... As Reiner drove her home last night, she couldn't help but eye each brunet boy crossing their path. Which was strange… Since the beginning of school, Historia only had eyes for the tall handsome, fancy blond, who was also the son of a Commander.

And now, she was waking up as a brunet from the middle class, loud and not fancy at all, and it didn't seem to bother her anymore…

She just got up, and as she opened the door, she came face to face to Mikasa.

"Oh," the raven girl blinked. "You're up. Good. Get ready we leave in 30 minutes," she said, eyeing 'Eren' a bit worriedly. "Did you sleep well?"

'Eren' shifted a bit, giving Mikasa a confident looking smile, a smile Historia practiced a lot back home…

"I did. Yes," she replied politely, before blinking. "Uhm.. Where are we going?"

"To the farm remember? Armin's father needs us," Mikasa raised a brow, surprised that her brother didn't remember that promise he made to his best friend.

'Eren' nodded quickly, perking up to the idea of meeting Horses. "Be right there!"

The farm was by the foot of the Mountains, where Armin and his grandfather were living. They had chickens, goats, sheep and horses, and this grand variety of animals was beneficial for the whole village because Armin's grandpa made the best cheese with his goats.

Historia has never been on a farm before. Her family avoided such 'dirty' places, as her father would put it. But back home, she and Frieda had horses their father didn't know about, named Pepper and Rain , and riding the horses was the only thing in Historia's daily life that made her happy.

So it was with great surprise that Armin and Mikasa watched 'Eren' take care of the Horses, soothing them and brushing their long mane instead of getting knocked out by them.

"That's strange, usually they avoid you," Armin chuckled, observing his friend. "That's Marcus by the way."

"Hi Marcus," 'Eren' smiled, petting the horse happily. The horse huffed and neighed happily, pressing its giant muzzle against the brunet.

Armin smiled fondly to the two. He moved away for a while, coming back with a saddle. He went over to Marcus and strapped the saddle securely.

"Take him out for a ride."

"Armin are you mad?"

Mikasa came up behind her friend, eyes wide with worry.

"Eren's never been on a horse before."

"Heyyy we'll be around. He has to learn someday if he wants to leave one day."

"Huh?"

'Eren' asked as he carefully, and rather skillfully mounted the horse, much to Mikasa and Armin's surprise. The blond almost forgot to answer the brunet because of that.

"Well," he chuckled. "You always talking about leaving once school is over," he said, leading the Horse to the closed fields, where he and 'Eren' could run. The brunet fell silent as Historia thought about Armin's words.

Eren wants to leave? Why?

With a pat of Armin, Marcus raced off into the fields, neighing happily. 'Eren' yelped at first, not expecting the Horse to be so fast. He clung onto him, scared as they kept running through the fields. But as Historia opened one eye, she saw all the view that she was missing. The green mountains rising next to her in a far distant, the field spreading out with beautiful flowers growing on it, and the sun shining brightly on her. Historia straightened up, bright teal eyes scanning the gorgeous view. She rarely got a view like this… Except when they went to the Main Reiss resident that is a bit out of town, where she could ride her Horse freely. These were amazing moments, where she could be away from her family, just by herself, free.

She let out a breathy laugh, a bright smile over her lips. She felt so elated, so strong out of the sudden. And it wasn't because she was in another person's body, and she could detach her image from everything and be herself… This wasn't an excuse for once. In that moment, she WAS herself.

"WOHOOOOO!"

'Eren' called out, spreading his arms out as he let Marcus run freely, and the wind blow through his dark brown locks. This feeling felt so delivering, Historia loved it.

Eventually, the two returned back to Mikasa and Armin. 'Eren' was behaving so properly and even classy with the horse. Torso upright, posture straight and confidence shining all over him. He even spoke to the Horse, hushing it softly and telling it to stop to a halt, so he could climb off.

"You manage to surprise us every day," Armin chuckled, watching his friend.

Mikasa on the other hand rushed to her brother to check him for any injury. "Are you alright?"

'Eren's 'expression softened to his sister's concern and he nodded, smiling. "I'm fine, thank you."

Mikasa smiled softly, eyeing him anyway just in case. She reminded Historia of Frieda, who has always been very protective and sweet with her.

"Well," Armin chuckled, patting the Horse as he looked over to his friends. "Let's go to the Lil'Europe for a drink."

"Huh?" 'Eren' blinked. "Lil'Europe?"

"The only café in this village, Eren. Ahh right, you only know it as 'the drunken shithole'," Armin chuckled, leading the horse back inside.

'Eren' grew a bit nervous to the word 'drunk', and he gave Mikasa a hesitant look. "Uhm… Mikasa? Do I HAVE to drink?"

Mikasa blinked to that, looking surprised by her brother's question.

"Eren, you hate alcohol."

And indeed he did.

The entire evening Historia had the pleasure to hear about Eren's drunken stories from Armin and Mikasa. How he despised alcohol after getting drunk from two beers. In his drunkenness, he apparently tried to climb over every fence he came across, calling it 'the Wall'. His little adventure eventually ended with Hannes, a friend from the family, picking him up from the Fort's leftovers where he had run off to. Apparently Eren started to cry when Hannes put him down, and he was holding tightly onto the key necklace he always had around his neck.

I wonder why he's so attached to that necklace.

Historia thought once she was alone in Eren's room, looking down on the golden key,that was held thanks to a red thread. For some reason, this all looked a bit familiar to Historia, but she didn't dwell on this. She just had one of the best days in her life. No obligations. Just her and her friends, having fun outside, hanging out, and talking.

Back home, everything was planned per hour. It was even considered as a sacrilege when Frieda and she told each other stories under a blanket in Historia's room, eating chocolate and giggling like idiots.

It's not so bad being you, Eren…

Historia never experienced a life where she could do whatever she wanted without a price to pay, or without feeling remorse. This felt… Very nice.

Eren, she thought as she laid down on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Why do you desperately want to leave this wonderful place?

Next chapter: Red strings of fate