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Germany, November 23, 985.
I stood in the almost empty museum, looking at the beautiful display before me. Well to some random person they would think it was utterly stupid, but to me it was beautiful. This part on the museum was full of military things. Why it was beautiful is because it was from the age of when titans walked the earth. Titans are a mysterious race of humanoid giants that appeared in the year 745. They rapidly exterminated humanity to the point of near extinction.
The world was saved by the Survey Corps. More importantly Eren Yeager. Eren was one of 6 people who could change into titans. Annie Leonhart, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Ymir, Grisha Yeager, and one unnoted titan that died off with the titans. Along with those people were ten soldiers that helped along the way, either dying in the battle of Trost – when Eren Yeager filled a whole in Wall Rose, or gasped there last breath as the titans fell and the human race won.
Along those people were Rivaille Ackerman, or for short Levi. Levi was a very short, very rude man. Yet he held the undying key to stopping the titans along with Eren’s shifting ability. Sadly Captain Levi died three hours after the titans were killed do to having his leg eaten and having a large gash on his stomach. Levi died an honorable death with a smile on his face.
The stuff within this section were there uniforms, Three Dimensional Maneuver Gear, ID cards of the soldiers, and journals – which three had been missing for years now. Levi’s. Why because I wanted to read them. I wasn’t a theft or anything I just wanted to know how his days were. After reading one throughout I learned he was very… sad and lonely in life even though: I knew from reading other in the museum, he hid it well.
I looked behind me at the sound of somebodies throat being cleared. The man behind me wore a trench coat, a white cravat, and a small hat on his head. He was quite short yet still taller than me sadly. Beautiful grey eyes that sadly had dark circles under them, jet black hair styled in an undercut, and a soft frown on his lips.
I smiled softly. “Is it closing already?” He shook his head, watching me rest my hands on the front of this damned white dress. “I’m (Y/n), and your name?” He tipped his hat slightly. “Rivaille Ackerman.” My eyebrows knitted in confusion as I gave a small smile. “Like Captain Levi sir?” He nodded.
“You could say my mother liked Levi a lot when pregnant with me.” Even though we made small talk he didn’t seem very into it. His voice was dark and very intimidating. “Who’s your favorite?”
“Pardon?”
“You were standing in front of this section for a while, so I asked which soldier you liked most, Brat.” I nodded, my (Y/h/c) hair falling gentle over my face, looking at the uniforms once more. “Well I favor Captain Levi despite his cleaning habit, and bad attitude. He’s very strong mentally and physically. He was able to hide his pain for so long he took it to the grave. All I wish is the he has found peace in Heaven.” I turned back to Rivialle, a small smile planted on my face and surprisingly his too.
“Levi was a good man. Pardon me for asking but would you allow me to walk you home? It’s late and I wouldn’t want such an innocent thing like you to get hurt by some shitty thug.” I smiled softly. “That would be kind of you sir. My home isn’t far I promise.” Following Rivialle out the door and into the dim lit, snowy, and cold air. I had forgotten to bring a jacket out with me, now regretting it seeing the snow fall.
“Oi, Brat are you cold?” Despite this man’s mean attitude, I could tell he meant well. “Oh it’s okay sir. My house isn’t the far, it’s that bad.” A small ‘tch’ came from the man’s lips as I was pulled closer to him. “You’ll get sick.” A small blush covered my cheeks as he wrapped an arm around me. His warmth seeping through the fabric of my white dress. “Thank you sir.”
“Levi.”
We soon came to a stop outside my home. I turned smiling at the man sweetly. “Thank you sir.” He nodded standing there as I walked up the small steps and into the small building. But without me knowing he stood there, in the snow, watching my door. As I walked to my bedroom, changing into my night gown. I still was unknown to why or what this man is.
Oblivious to the hell I opened for my life by letting the man walk me home. Letting the hunter stalk his prey. As I laid in my soft bed, the fireplace roaring, a small candle as on my bedside table. Unknown to the man who sat now in my living room, now sipping a cup of tea, reading a book just waiting for me to fall asleep.
As my eyes started to drop slightly. The candle beside me being blown out as my eyes fell closed curled up into the mattress. Unaware of the dark haired man standing above her. He would wait. Wait for her to be in the perfect dream land before him.
He wasn’t going to hurt her of course. Just take what’s his and keep it safe.
“Silly girl you brought the hunter to its prey. Silly girl indeed.”