UNCAGED SOUL || Attack on Titan x Reader

Wait For It || Porco Galliard

Pt. 4 of "Kids In Love" Mini-Series

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You never thought it would hurt you to see that. Another form of Jaw Titan; so strong and fast as if they could dance in the air. The titan was still as majestic as ever, with white pristine teeth and long, sharp nails. But something changed, something didn't feel right. And you knew one way or another you would be slapped by reality.

No matter how the power within it was the same, the beholder of such form was not him anymore.

It was not Porco, and when you saw it, you couldn't understand why you cried.

Maybe because you didn't get used to it, because now you needed to remember the sacrifices that your friend made so the little boy could live. You knew too well about the curse, how the titan shifters would only have thirteen years to live after inheriting the power.

But he still had so much, he could have been here and fought alongside you. He could have seen you right now, becoming a warrior, or soldier, whatever it was — you were a fighter and you wished he could be here right now.

Because there was nothing else that you sought after except to know that he wouldn't see you as a useless kid anymore.

Gritting your teeth, you focused back to the battlefield and kept on charging every single one of them without hesitation, not caring that some tears blurred your vision. Falco had given time for the rest of you to kill the remaining Yeagerists, and you wouldn't stop even for a second until everyone was saved boarding the ship.

Ah, so this was how it felt to fight on the front line of war. A small group versus a whole nation of Paradis, the rebel who wanted to save the world versus those who were so afraid of the outside world.

Every second, you didn't want to think much as you changed your blades with guns once in a while. Hand swiftly gripped on the weapons with only one focus in your mind, and that was to achieve your dream of a life where you didn't have to be afraid of someone looking down at you because of your race.

You longed for that, a world without hatred, where you could go out to buy groceries without anyone narrowing their eyes at you suspiciously. A world where you didn't have to wear an armband, a world where you could live peacefully without being afraid that someday your friends would die to protect their country.

No, at this point, your dream didn't stop at that.

If you just wanted to achieve your freedom, you could easily get that by staying in Paradis. After all, the rest of the world would be trampled to the ground, and only those who lived on the island would survive. You could have survived too.

But you couldn't, you couldn't live happily as if everything was normal while knowing that you let the rest of the world be squashed to the ground. You couldn't possibly do that, getting your freedom while knowing you had taken someone else's right to keep on living.

You knew that if you let that happen, you became the same as those people who wanted your race to die. And you didn't want to look at the mirror every morning just to know that fact.

Now you have a stretched-out goal — one that drives you to keep on fighting; to forgive the rest of the world who treated you like shit all your life, to save their souls and let them see another day.

Because they were born in this world, and it was not your right to let their life get taken away so easily.

Hey, Pock, do you see me now?

You slashed each one of them who tried to shoot any more thunder spear on the ship. There was no time to rest, you fought to see another day, and you would do anything to keep your comrades having the same chance. It felt like your actions would never stop. Killing, slashing, stabbing, it would be the only thing you would do.