In morning routines Mikasa fell into her old motherly ways, not only with Eren and Armin, but also with her own child she later had. She made breakfast quickly and called over Naoto. Her father passed the kitchen and patted Mikasa's head. "Well done Hinata, as always." Her father praised then said his goodbye before heading off to work.

"Oh Hinata, I told you to just leave Naoto to me, and I'll take him to school. You don't have to wait." Her mother spoke.

"I don't want to leave Naoto alone. I have to be there if he chokes or something." This had become second nature to her. Her child tended to eat fast because he was always in a hurry to explore places he always swallowed and choked. Naoto seemed to be following the same path.

"I'm not going to choke Hina-" he choked. Mikasa ran over to him lighting fast and quickly heaved out the food. Naoto breathed in.

"Don't talk with your mouth full Naoto you'll choke again and it's nasty." This time Naoto swallowed his food before speaking. "Understood Hina"

…

In school, she walked around with some friends she had made. After all, it would be strange for a girl to not have any friends. They talked sensely about anything and everything. However boring it may seem, Mikasa enjoyed it. She had never gotten to do this with Sasha, Historia, Ymir, Annie… She froze…who else… who else was their cadet group? 'Cadet group? What was that again…' She excused herself from her friends and took out a journal. This Journal records everything she could remember from the age of 7 and up.

She looked at the words struggling to read them as if they were in German. She kept her native language and often spoke and wrote in it so she would not forget. Times like this make her wish she hadn't written in German.

Wir schrieben den 8. Dezember 853. Das war der Tag, an dem sowohl Sasha als auch ich unsere Menstruation bekamen. Alle vor uns hatten ihre, als sie 15 oder 16 waren. Aber alle unsere Zyklen waren leicht, so leicht, dass wir nichts zu tragen brauchten. Aber jetzt weiß ich, dass das nicht normal war. In diesem Leben muss ich einen Brei oder einen Tampon tragen, aber ich mag lieber Brei. Ich habe auch gelernt, dass die meisten Mädchen mit 14 oder sogar noch jünger anfangen. Seltene Fälle sind 15-17, aber sie sind selten. Ich weiß das, weil ich mit 14 angefangen habe und wirklich überrascht war und Angst hatte, dass ich ausbluten würde, weil ich noch nie so viel geblutet hatte. Wir waren unterernährt, deshalb haben wir so spät angefangen.'

(The year was 853 December 8th. That was the day both Sasha and I got our menstrual cycle. Everyone before us had theirs when they were 15 or 16. But all of our cycles were light, so light we didn't need to wear anything. But now I know that wasn't normal. In this life I have to wear a pad or a tampon but I prefer pads. I also learned most girls start there at 14 or even younger. Rare cases include 15-17, but those are rare. I know this because I started at 14 and I was really surprised and I was scared I was going to bleed out because I had never bled this much. We were malnourished that's why we started so late.)

She flipped pages there were no other names. She sighed in despair.

…

Later that night Mikasa was in her room again off drawing, this time however it was Sasha, Ymir, Historia, and Annie that last she ever saw them alive.

The doorbell rang. She looked down. "Hello? Wait. Hanagaki?" Ahh yes her boyfriend. Did she really even like him? No, the answer was no. He had asked her out and she didn't know what to say so she accepted. But now she felt bad and felt obliged to stay.

"Y-Yeah"

"Were you fighting again?" Mikasa stated, looking at him unamused. "If you're going to fight you need to at least know how to take care of yourself afterwards. Just last week you had gotten into another fight of the dumbest things" She sighed. This really brought back memories of Eren. Only difference is this time Mikasa didn't get involved.

"Tachibana…Hinata." tears slid down his face. Mikasa stared at him. "Huh? What the hell, why am I crying? Sorry, I'll go home now."

"Hanagaki?" "Sorry…I just really wanted to see you." Her eyes widened. He had never acted like this before. She took his hand. He looked at with shock as she brought him inside.

"Wh-what?"

"You're all beat up, I'll disinfect your wounds and patch you up." They sat there on Mikasa's bed. He was panicking inside and she could tell. "Hanagaki. You're ok, I'm the one who brought you in, no need to feel as if you're intruding or embarrassed." She gave him the best comforting smile. She opened her eyes again to see a warm blush on his cheeks.

Acting as his girlfriend was getting harder. He seemed so genuine that it hurt that she didn't have any feelings.

Once she was done, he stood up to leave. "Hanagaki." he turned around. If he really did have feelings for her. She would do her best to return them, she would give him a genuine chance, just like she did with Jean. "If you ever need help or need someone to take care of you even if you weren't in a fight. You can stop by anytime you'd like. I am your girlfriend after all. If I didn't do at least that, I wouldn't be a very good one now would I?" She laughed a bit.

He furrowed his brows. "Tachibana! Don't say that. You are a good girlfriend no, a great one even! It's me who isn't a good boyfriend." He said looking down.

Takemitchi thought back to his middle school days. He really wasn't a good boyfriend, it was no wonder she broke up with him in a cold manner.

He felt 2 hands on his cheeks. He moved his eyes up to meet brown ones. Her eyes were dull as if they have seen the most horrific things no one should ever experience. Had they always looked this pretty though? He couldn't recall. But however dull they were, they held unmatched wisdom. Yet something was missing. He couldn't see love, he could see care but not much of it.

Was she closed off, had he really been that bad of a boyfriend that she closed herself to him? He scolded his younger self. If he could, he would definitely beat up his younger self.

"Hanagaki, you try your best. That's all I ask for."

…

At her door, there was Hanagaki once more. He looked even more beat up. "Hanagaki." Takamitchi looked up. "Tachibana? What are you doing here?" "I live here." "O-Oh yeah"

"Y'know when I said you could come over anytime so I can patch you up. I didn't mean to get yourself beat up even more. I've seen you in school with small scratches each day they get worse. Are you getting bullied or something?"

'Did she really notice all of that? Right, she's always been this observant.' He laughed a humorless laugh.

He really was a bad boyfriend.

Once again they ended up on her bed while she patched him up. He looked around her room and her bag. From there he could see drawings. "Oh Tachibana!" "Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He shook his head. He went to pick up the paper. "Tachibana…this is an amazing drawing! You're an amazing artist Hina!" He told her excitedly. The picture depicted a tall woman with short black hair and a scar on the bottom left of her left eye. She wore a Kimono with a family crest. The crest was a circle with a triangle made up of three samurai swords inside

The family crest of the Azumabito family was a circle with a triangle made up of three samurai swords inside. It was also engraved on the woman's skin. "Who is this?"

Mikasa didn't answer.

"Ah, Hina. I'm sor" He stopped talking when he realized what he called her. Did he call her that before that too, is that why she wasn't answering? She didn't show any reaction to the name, instead, she looked at the picture debating if she should tell him.

"Tachi-" "You can call me Hina. That drawing is of a character…I came up with." It was the only thing she could come up with. "Her name is Mikasa Ackerman."

"Her first name was Ackerman?" "No, her first name is Mikasa. However, she grew up in Western civilization. Therefore she called herself Mikasa Ackerman with her name first then her surname."

"Oh. What's that mark on her skin and her Kimono?" "That is the mark of the Azumabito family. An influential family that descended from Hizuru's former Shogun clan"

"Wait, so she took her husband's last name? Ackerman?"

"No, her mother was from the Azumabito family. Her grandmother was…disowned from the family however her daughter, Mikasa's mother, was welcomed back in, but she refused. But the family suffered from poverty, therefore her mother engraved her skin with a needle with the family's crest to show she was of that family. She was in fact the head of the family. The Azumabito family were sensitive to the smell of money, they were greedy for it. They were a powerful and rich family. Mikasa got her last name from her dad who was also part of a clan." It wasn't all completely lies but still, she couldn't say she was born over 2000 years ago and is now simply in the body of Tachibana Hinata and that woman in the drawing is her.

"The Ackerman clan was hunted down so her father along with 3 other members including her were the only known members of the Ackerman clan who weren't killed off. There were also 2 others but they were dead before Mikasa ever got to know them. Would you like to see drawings of them?"

He nodded. She took out a folder that was named Ackerman. There were several drawings of a man who had sharp eyes and facial features and somehow always looked annoyed or simply had no expression at all. But there was one, a picture where he was smiling beside him was a short girl who looked like she was in the middle of screaming. The next couple of drawings depicted a man who was very tall and slim and appeared to be well-built. He had short, coarse-looking dark hair that reached to his neck and also had a thin beard along his jawline. He had the appearance of a middle-aged man with wrinkles around his eyes, which were small and piercing. He was mostly seen wearing a simple white shirt with a black tie that was never fully done up, and a large black overcoat that reached past his knees. He also had a bowler hat with a white band around it. He was almost always seen wearing a pronounced scowl.

"Who are they?" "The older one is Kenny Ackerman, the one who looks younger is Levi Ackerman."

"What's their story?" "Kenny wanted power, and his personality was molded around this goal. He was a ruthless individual who did not hesitate to do anything to get the job done. He operated with utter professionalism, hiding his emotions behind a fixed expression and showing neither remorse nor pleasure in anything he did." She left out the fact he murdered children and killed several other people. She doubted he would take it well.

"As for Levi. He wasn't very approachable. He rarely showed emotion, giving a cold impression to others. His manner of speaking tended to be very blunt, even insulting, and his comments were often coarse or inappropriate. He wasn't above provoking or belittling those who opposed or irritated him. His sense of humor tended toward the vulgar, insulting, and dark. All of this made him unsettling to a great number of people."

"How were they related?" "Well, Kenny was Levi's uncle. Levi was the son of Kuchel Ackerman, a prostitute who was impregnated by one of her customers. Kenny was Kuchel Ackerman's older brother. She died of an unknown illness in the bed of the place where she slept with others while Levi had to sit in the corner as they had nowhere to go. Levi had seen his own mother so he was emotionally scarred from a young age. He was also Mikasa's 3rd cousin."

Takemitchi sat there in silence. "That's messed up,"

Mikasa nodded her head. "What about Mikasa's parents?" "They were killed by human traffickers and she was taken as a slave extended to sell to those in power as a sex slave. However, a boy named Eren Yeager would come and save her."

"How old were they?"

"9"

"...How did Eren save her?"

"Eren killed 2 of them, but there were 3. The 3rd one took Eren by the neck Mikasa stabbed him in the back straight through the heart"

Takenitchi smiled at her. "Their stories are certainly disturbing, but they make for a good tale." He looked over at the clock. "It's late Hina. Thank you for helping me again. I hope you'll tell me more and let me see more of your drawings" He smiled over at her. She sat there processing what he said. She smiled back. "I hope to share more with you as well."

As he was walking out she called out to him. "Takemitchi. I…studied some fighting techniques when I was younger. Maybe I could show you some to help you out with your fights yeah?" The said fighting techniques were from when she was in the cadet corps and in the survey corps. She would go easy on him. After all, he was only a boy he never experienced anything she did.