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Okay would you believe me if I told you that I wrote this chapter in one day?
Would you believe me if I told you that the main plots and plot twists for this story have been written down in one day?
Yes. I am a madwoman. But Your Name gave me a lot of inspiration and frankly I wouldn't update so fast if it weren't for the beautiful soundtrack of the movie I keep listening to while writing.

You should check it out, and maybe even read this story while listening to it haha!
Okay. Chapter 6. FINALLY SOME ACTION. And yes I changed the title because while writing it I really didn't feel like the 'text' part I had in mind would be relevant.

Anyway! I am beyond grateful to you all for supporting me and this story. I am trying my best to improve my writing and give you quality and feels. I never expected so many people to give me feedback or follow the story like holy smokes where did you all come from? O_O

Answering to reviews:

Ultimate blazer: Eren is the sweetest and this child must be protected at all cost.

Komorebi-chama: YES. I'm so glad you see it that way! It's one of the things I want to subtly make come across. XD These two have a lot more to learn from each other...

Don Fluffles: Thank you! Well.. I have the plan done, the writing usually takes a day or two. (yes I am mad)

Guests: *hands you the chapter on a silver plat* Your wish is my command... XD

And oh my word, I didn't really think about that but wow, I guess my unconsciousness made most of the work. O_O

I love these types of analyses!

"EREN! HELP ME!"

Eren was once again running through the orange flames, trying to reach for the banging door, where a female voice kept screaming from. He tried his best to open it, but it just wouldn't. As the girl kept screaming, for the first time since he had this dream, Eren seemed to recognize that voice.

"HISTORIA?"

He called out in panic, teal blue eyes suddenly filled with fear and urgency as he threw himself against the door, hoping to break it down.

Historia kept sobbing and screaming behind the door, fists slamming against it. Eren started to pant heavily, and tears formed in his eyes. Historia was the one behind the door? Why? Was she in danger? Or was it pure imagination.

"E-Eren please," Historia's voice broke into a soft whisper, sounding weaker and weaker.

Eren pressed his forehead against the door, tears rolling down his cheeks as he slammed his fists against the door. The slamming slowed down as Eren's arm grew weak, and he could hear Historia growing weaker too.

"H-Historia," he breathed out, face almost pressed against the door as he tried to communicate with her. He so wanted to see her in person, see if she was alright… But this damn door stood in the way.

"E-Eren," Historia breathed out, equally desperate. "D-Don't you remember me?"

"Huh?"

"Eren!"

The brunet jumped up to the sound of Armin's voice, and the blonde's hand shaking him gently. Eren took a minute to realize that he had fallen asleep at a library, and Armin, who was working there, had noticed him.

"You were sleeping," the blond said a bit worriedly, eyeing his friend's tired face. "… And you're crying?"

"Huh?" Eren blinked, and as he did, he felt some warm tears roll down his cheeks. He sniffed, rubbing his eyes clean and dry. "I-It happens."

"Is it the dream again? Eren, you should tell that to someone."

"I'm fine."

The teenager replied immediately with certainty. It was the first time in months that he realized this dream might mean something, now that he saw that Historia was in it.

He looked down on the open books he was studying, and so did Armin, curious about what his friend was researching.

"Traditional art of threads? Since when are you interesting in the story of knitting?"

Armin chuckled as he read the title of one of the books out loud. Eren just looked down on the one that was currently open under his nose.

"Just... Find it interesting how some traditional families still use them, look," he pointed to one of the pages, with the painting of a family knitting and tying the threads all together on their pinkies. "They tie it like this, to symbolize their fateful bond. It's like… A thread that ties them forever, that shows them the way to the right person. It's more than meeting a soulmate, it's like… You're bonded to someone you are supposed to meet, someone who will have a big impact on your life."

"Ohhh," Armin sat down, looking down on the page. "Ohhh I've heard of that. It's said that in old myths, you meet the person the moment the god of fate ties your strings together, or in some cases, you have been tied to the person since birth and the thread gets shorter the nearest you are to that person."

"Geesh," Eren blinked, running a hand through his hair. "Fate is really complicated, open to different interpretations."

"Yeah… Why are you studying this though? Have you met someone?" Armin asked curiously.

Eren frowned a bit to that, teal eyes growing thoughtful.

"Not really…"

What did Armin mean by 'meeting someone'? Meeting as in… Liking someone? Pff. Eren had no time for emotionally things like this.

No. He was too busy waking up the next day as the girl he couldn't stop thinking about.

Eren sighed as he woke up as Historia, and immediately looked down to her breasts, blushing a bit. A trembling hand reached out… But he lowered it then.

"I shouldn't, for her."

As he got up, he wanted to check on Historia's latest entries, mostly to see if by any chance she left a a response to his message.

But to his great disappointment, the pages were filled with Historia fawning over Reiner, saying how she was eager to spend more time with him, and hopefully be tied to him.

This somehow angered the teen, and made his throat feel all dry. He almost threw the diary off the bed, he was so frustrated. He curled up a little, hugging his legs to his chest and sighing shakily.

Of course Historia wanted a stable life. Of course her type of guys were the tall handsome ones. Not the loud brats like himself.

Eren really didn't want to admit it, but whenever Historia would mention Reiner, he would always feel a bitter feeling grow in his stomach, and he would curse that chicken nugget with any profanity he knew.

Fuck. Do I really care so much about what she thinks about guys… About me?

The brunet didn't want to admit that, he didn't even want to think that this could be a possibility. He didn't want to think about it anymore. It was too painful… In fact, he wished that Historia would stop talking about Reiner. He wished the body swapping would stop. He wished he never even met Historia.

In the meantime, Historia was meeting far too many people as Eren.

Today, Eren had a heavy shift at the Café, and Historia found herself rushing around and trying not to turn completely crazy between the clients asking for a decaf macchiato and have ice into their water.

"Eren!"

Historia shrieked as 'Eren' was called once again by the chef. She immediately rushed to him.

"Yes Chef Pixis?"

"I said there were no truffles anymore," the bald man in the steamy Kitchen called out, holding out a piece of paper. "So why does this order say 'truffle soup'?"

"I-I'm terribly sorry! I'll tell the client right away!"

Historia was a catastrophe in service, and despite Eren's notes, she was still serving food to the wrong table or forgetting today's menu.

How does Eren do this?

Luckily, lunch breaks were here for her to regain her sanity. With a heavy sigh, she left the establishment Eren worked in, known as 'Coordinated Café', and sat by the nearest park. She unpacked the lunch mikasa made for her today, when two of her coworkers came over to her. These coworkers happened to be Jean and Connie.

"Wow Eren yet another terrible service," Jean sighed, flopping next to the brunet. "What is it with ya these days? You constantly look on your phone and seem distracted."

"Is it a girl?" Connie snickered, sitting also next to 'Eren'. "I bet she's not from here, since you never seem to turn into a blushing mess around any girls here."

'Eren' blinked between the two, a little confused. Eren was distracted at work? Even when he was normal? Because of a girl?

"Hey it's okay, we've all been there," Connie snorted. "I mean Jean made at least five plates fall a month before he and Marco started dating."

'Eren' chuckled a bit to that, giving Jean a playful look. That was actually kind of sweet.

So guys make things fall and are distracted when they keep thinking about someone? Historia mused, eyes lifting up to the bright blue sky above her. Hmmm…

"Historia!"

Frieda almost squealed as she rushed to her sister's room, knocking on it excitedly. The Blonde opened with a confused expression over her face. She wore a white buttoned blouse and a long pink skirt, and her hair braided to the side.

"Are you in trouble?"

"Nooo, but maybe you are," Frieda teased with a wink. "There's a handsome young man asking for you at the door."

Historia's eyes widened to that, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

Could it be…?

"O-Oh uhm," she gasped, moving back inside her room to look at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair quickly. "Do I look good?"

"Pretty as an angel, now come oooon you don't want to make this gentleman wait!"

"You're right!"

Historia squealed, joined by Frieda once she raced out of the room and started running down the stairs. She never really had visitors beside Ymir, but since the whole Eren thing, she had grown quite expressive and grew excited whenever somebody was talking to her like to a normal person. She had to thank Eren for that.

I hope it's him! Oh gods am I even ready for this?

The Blonde rushed to the main entrance, stopping by the door to catch her breath. She inhaled deeply, smiling brightly as she opened the door, excited to see the brunet…

"Hello Historia."

Her smile fell a little as she saw that it was Reiner standing in front of her, his tall figure creating a shadow above her. He wore that usual charming smile on his face as he looked down on the Blonde.

"May I come in?"

Historia blinked, discreetly tilting her head to see if, by any chance, or miracle, somebody else would be standing behind him, or by the gates. But no. It was just Reiner.

"Of course," she replied politely, trying her best not to sound disappointed.

Once he came in, she carefully closed the door, and followed him to the Main living room. Reiner was quite a regular visitor here since his father and Historia's father started working together. She didn't really understand on what they were working on, but it seemed important considering that Reiner's father came over quite often.

"Uhm, would you like some tea?"

"Oh, no thank you. I'm not planning on staying too long."

Reiner shifted a bit, giving Historia a small smile, a smile that would've turned Historia into a blushing mess just a few months ago. But now, she just awkwardly smiled back.

"I actually came to uh," the tall blond shifted a bit, seemingly nervous. "T-To ask you out for the … Winter Ball... Dance."

Historia's eyes widened to that, not expecting this sort of invitation, especially from Reiner. She stood there, frozen, and… Rather hesitant for a moment. But instinctively, she answered:

"Yes, of course."

She said, almost sounding like a robot, but that didn't seem to strike Reiner. He beamed brightly, nodding with excitement.

"Great! I'll see you in school then? I have to rush to training."

"Uhm, sure."

With an awkward wave, Historia said goodbye to Reiner. As she made her way upstairs, she found an excited Frieda waiting there, grinning like a dork.

"Soooooooooooo. This was the infamous Reiner?"

"Hm-hm."

Historia responded nonchalantly, her shoulders sinking as she made her way back to her room. She was awfully silent, and looked very disappointed for a girl who just got a date from her crush.

Frieda followed her, expression growing worried.

"You okay Historia? I thought getting asked out by the guy you like is something wonderful for you high schoolers."

Historia just sighed to her sister's words, sinking down on her bed.

"I know… I should be happy. But I… I don't why," she said, pressing a hand against her chest. "I just feel like… Something is missing… That I'm constantly looking for something… Or someone…"

Frieda's eyes softened to that, and she sat down next to her little sister, wrapping a comforting arm around her.

"I know this all too well… I used to feel the same."

To that, Historia's eyes widened and she stared up to her sister in shock. Her? Frieda Reiss? The perfect eldest daughter? Always looking confident?

"R-Really?"

"Yes," Frieda smiled faintly. She reached into her pocket, and took out a golden key which Historia has never seen before. "I had a dream once… That this key would save my fate. But since father tied me to a stranger, I never dreamed about freeing myself."

Her expression saddened, but she gave Historia a hopeful smile. She then took her hand, and put the key in it.

"You still aren't tied, Historia," she said softly. "You still have a chance to change your fate."

"Frieda?"

"Go," Frieda said in a soft whisper, tears gathering in her eyes. "Go find him…. Or her?"

Historia chuckled a bit to that and she reached out to hold her dear sister, nuzzling her shoulder.

"Him," she breathed out happily, not denying anything anymore. Yes. Eren was annoying. Yes. Eren has a life she envies so much. Yes. Eren is handsome. And yes, she really wanted to see Eren.

What's happening with the body swapping was perhaps not a coincidence…

Historia sniffed, pulling back and reaching for her drawer. From there, she took out a long, handmade, dark red thread. She hooked the golden key on it and then wrapped her new, self-made necklace around her neck.

But simply a sign of fate…

The Blonde gathered a few stuff, and Frieda even helped her dress up. She wore black tights, an adorable salmon skirt and a beige button shirt, and a cute black and pink beret. She also had a small bag with supplies, and Eren's thoughtful message.

As she raced out of the House, she felt the joyful adrenaline rush through her veins. She was getting out!

I'm doing it Eren! I'm taking my fate into my own hands!