Somebody To You (Mikasa x Female Reader)

A Worthy Dream

Before we begin this long journey, I feel obliged to give you a brief explanation of how the story's proposal works.

In an "X Reader" fanfiction, there will be specific spaces in the paragraphs where they will be in parentheses, requiring the reader to think about what your character is like.

For example:

(Y/N) = Your Name.
(L/N) = Last Name.
(H/C) = Hair Color.
(E/C) = Eye Color.

The story contains the genre of yuri, that is, the involvement between two female characters. In this case, the reader and Mikasa Ackerman in the course of the narrative.

So if you don't like it, you don't need to read it.

Have fun!

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Many years had passed since the same routine had been established that way, in the middle of the open field near the colossal walls separating you from the dark memories still tormenting you from time to time, remembering how difficult it was for you to have stayed alive until now.

Your story was unknown even to yourself because you refused to face your reflection of the past, preferring to take advantage of each slow and deep breath to invest in your training in that vast environment. Wielding a 77 cm wooden sword with your fists, having made it yourself over the course of your new life, you are about to create a very wide range of techniques with the quick and agile blows made in the air.

You already had a well-designed training session, having done your fitness warm-up properly so that you could focus on improving your hilt with the sword. The reason for doing this for more than three years was because, without any kind of irony or sarcasm, that was the only thing that still kept you alive. The sensation of momentary adrenaline when imagining using your abilities with an infinitely greater purpose, that of facing the aberrations that inhabited more than your eyes could see.

Even though you are still a child, your mind was matured enough to know when the world around you was just a false sense of temporary protection. You looked at the walls from time to time, distracting yourself a little from training by noticing the birds flying over them, wishing someday to be as peaceful as they were. Just imagining that there were people willing to risk their lives for the collective good, returning with deep wounds, unspeakable traumas and memories worthy of eternal suffering, all of this made your spine goose bumps totally. And to think that you wanted to be one of those people.

After all, who are you?

This is a very difficult question to answer, but with each blow delivered even more strongly in your movements with the sword, you begin to remember the little that your mind was able to provide you openly. You had walked days and days outside the walls, drenched in blood on the surface of your clothes with signs of burning. The sentinels had taken care of you appropriately for the first few months, they asked you if there was still someone else in your family or an acquaintance who might be on the way too, but you didn't remember anything at all. Your body was full of deep scars, probably made by a blade specialized in the art of torture, since every single of them avoided important nerves or blood vessels. And the blood you had come with, apparently, was not even yours.

Although in need of follow-up, the crisis at the time affected the population system of the Shiganshina District to the point that many refugees were due to be hurriedly welcomed, and those already recovered from their injuries needed to be practically removed from the medical wards and thrown out, giving them the option of seeking to survive in their own way, whether it be from a civilian with extensive work to develop their own financial stability. Or a thief ready to steal everything that was needed and leave with clean hands at the end. You ended up opting for both.