Back To You

Chapter 1: Dying Was Not Supposed to be Fun

Levi Ackerman had always dreamt about his death that his actual death seemed so anticlimactic. There were a million ways he came up with that could kill him, yet he never expected that he would die in the most boring way. If only he could crawl out of his grave and demand (possibly complain) a proper way to lose his life.

...It's not as if he was complaining. Alright, he was complaining.

Still, undoubtedly, Levi Ackerman was proven to be human despite his title as "Humanities Strongest". Hange was probably laughing her heart out instead of grieving. His death was that comical. 

The kicker of this stupid death of his was unexpected. So unexpected that he didn't even have the chance to say his last words. 

"Excuse me? Hey! Wake up!" 

It was a faint voice that gradually became louder and louder until Levi couldn't handle the noise anymore.

"Shut up." He said. Tired and sore, he slowly opened his eyes. The sight of a little girl was the first thing he saw. 

"A-angel? I'm really dead, huh." He whispered to himself.

The little girl's face twisted into confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Levi, who was still trying to grasp the reality that he was actually dead, roamed his eyes around. He was in a wide field overlooking a magnificent view. Different species of flowers were scattered around the area like a splotch of paint, providing an artistic perspective to a living piece of art. So this is what Heaven looks like. Though, God made a mistake. I'm supposed to be in Hell for all I know.

The air was fresh and the sun was warm. For the first time in his life, he felt at peace. Finally, he could rest without any worries regarding the Titans or any distasteful matters that he painfully tolerated. Maybe, his death was not that worse. At least, he had an angel to accompany him. 

"Hey!" His attention returned to the angel. Now that he's fully awake he could fully discern her. Her hair had the most unusual shade of black that complimented her pale skin and grey eyes. He did not want to sound so pedophilic, but her lips looked so soft and pure. So, this is what an angel looks like.

A strange inkling rushed inside him, a suspicion he couldn't pinpoint. That exact shade of black, he swore he saw it somewhere before. The way she crinkled her nose and the way she brushed a loose strand of her hair, somehow gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Are you...deaf?!" She asked, flushed while doing some bizarre hand gestures. Probably, using her hands to convey whatever she was saying because Levi couldn't absorb the words she was using.

"W-where am I? Who are you?" Levi asked because the situation was getting weirder with each passing second.

He knew that he was dead, he even felt it. The last air in his body seeping out and his bodily functions failing. That was a sign that you kicked the bucket...right?

"Huh? Are you lost, perhaps? You're in the woods near Shiganshina." 

His eyes grew wider than they ought to be when he heard what the girl just said. Shiganshina? Impossible. The Shiganshia he knew was wrecked by Titans five years ago and inhabitable for humans, no less little girls.

Unless...

"Oh yeah, and I'm Mikasa. You are...?" 

His world stopped. The girl in front of him was Mikasa Ackerman, the gloomy brat? But, Mikasa was already 15 and for heaven's sake, he's already dead!

"What kind of sick joke is this?!" 

His gaze was fixed on the supposed angel, who was now looking at him like he was some kind of lunsatic. He couldn't blame her though. The whole situation could make him an actal lunaric.

He grabbed the shoulders of the girl. "Are you really Mikasa? Mikasa Ackerman?"

She slowly nodded her head, "Please remove your hands." She said, shaking.

Levi immediately wuthdrew his hands. He gaped when he raised his hand, examining it. His hands were small. It's not that surprising considering that his hands had always been small. The most astounding thing was, it was much smaller than what his 30-year-old hand would look like. His hands flew to his face, there were no stubbles and wrinkles, nothing at all. He also noticed that he's the same height of Mikasa. He snorted. Did he become a 10-year-old or something? Now that would be funny.

...Oh no.

"W-what is the year today?"

"It's Year 844."

Levi's knees wobbled, as he felt his energy leaving his body. His ten-year-old body, to be precise.

Why couldn't he just stay dead?!

A/N: This is not my original story, all creds go to fulminataspqr on Archive of our Own. And, I did ask permission to rewrite his/her story, and cover is by snackerman at Tumblr. I hope you like the story!