"I'll do anything to get that life back."
WHAT IS THE COST OF ATONEMENT?
When two highschool volleyball players from Miyagi prefecture go missing, nobody knows what truly happened to them.
Somewhere in another world, the Scout Regiment makes one of...
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POV: MIKASA ACKERMAN.
I know my people when I see them.
It's been years since my mother died. But I know. I may not know about my culture, but I know who my people look like. I may have never seen another person like me my whole life, but how could I not know if my own people were to walk through the doors at training camp? I know my mother's lineage. Why they were killed in the first place. Why my mother had to flee, why my mother and father were killed, and why I had been kidnapped.
Because of who I was.
Because of my people.
So... why?
Why, after my whole life, am I seeing them now?
Why, after spending my whole life thinking that I was alone, that I was the last of my kind, that the only people I had left in this world were the people who saved me from certain death, was I seeing my peoplenow?
"Tell me everything." I need to know. Where they were.
Where they were when our clan was being beaten and killed. Where they were when the world fell apart. Where they were when my family was taken from me twice over. Where they were when I had lost everything, left only with two people I could do nothing but hopelessly care about.
Were their lives destroyed too? When the walls fell? Where were they when their homes were taken from them? Did they suffer? Did they lose their families too?
"Tell me, now."
Did they go through what I did, too?
The looks on their faces told me so much, yet nothing at all.
"I need. I need to know."
They all looked resigned. Unsure.
Do they recognize me as one of them? I'm one of you guys, you know?
Judging by the looks on their faces, they did.
The one with messy black hair looked me in the eyes. His eyes were a light brown, almost yellow.
"Do I know you?" The man with hazel eyes says. I clench my fist.
"No. But, we should've."
He remains quiet. Either from inability to respond, or silent agreement. I couldn't tell which. I look at the other six boys.
"We... We should've known each other ages ago, right?" I say, my voice escaping my throat. It's becoming harder to talk, for some reason.
Maybe because these are the people I should've been with my entire life.
"My... My name is Mikasa Ackerman," I say. I just barely remembered the entire Cadet Corps was watching me stomp up to these complete strangers.
