The second Book to my collection of Attack on Titan fanfictions. So if you enjoy reading Attack on Titan related stories including ones with Armin, Eren or Mikasa, feel free to read! Enjoy
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It was another expedition done with, another day of survival for Kiyomi. It's every one or three months that the Scouts are sent to head out of expeditions beyond the walls humanity has withdrawn inside for many centuries now. The walls were humanities safe haven. Without it, the human race is doomed for extinction. Because outside the walls, lies the enemy. The hungry and mercyless Titans.
Kiyomi's feet had drawn weary, and her hands and legs couldn't seem to ease from trembling. Today was a day filled with many sacrifices. A day when many of the comrades she once knew, whom she once spoken to, had passed. They were devoured by the humanoid giants that walks the earth beyond the bird cage humans spent their everyday lives in.
Every so often, she would have nightmares. Nightmares that took place in the bloody battlefield she was forced to charge into each and every month or so. It was always the same fight. Always the same scenes. Always the same sacrifices. Always the same types of casualties. Always the same losses.
Titan's were at the top, and Humanity the losers who were less than cattle, bound to be fated to one day perish from the phase of the earth. Humans have been trying so hard, endlessly trying to fight a hopeless battle to end the reign of the Titans, in hopes to be the ones to wipe them off the earth. But how can creatures so small, so helpless, so hopeless, so weak, so incompetent, so worthless...defeat such a vast and big enemy such as the one they have been forced to face off against for many generations?
The entire situation...the entire endless battle appears hopeless to Kiyomi. It was enough to cause her to give in to give up. But she wouldn't. She couldn't. Because there are people she cares about, people who means the world to her. If they died, she would lose her entire meaning in life. The Titans already stole away her family. If they steal away the next, she will have stopped fighting and would submit to the bloody monsters. She couldn't stop fighting....because of Eren, Armin, and Mikasa.
Those three....they have sparked a light in Kiyomi's life. She cannot let the flame they lit burn out. If the flame burns out, so will the spark that allows her to breathe, to stand, to continue fighting this futile battle. She won't stop fighting....until he dies. As long as Armin is alive, she will keep fighting no matter what.
Kiyomi was dragging her weary feet across the street while keeping her heavy body up high while walking along her wounded and worn out comrades who have fought besides her during this long, hard, and blood soaked battle.
People, just like usual, gathered in the streets. They gathered in rows left and right, watching the scouts walk down the path, weary, wounded, beaten. The children watched in admiration. They admired how no matter how battered out the Scouts became, how they always kept fighting and how they never gave up. This brought tears to many of the soldiers eyes who belonged in the same regiment. But as for the adults, they looked down on the Scouts with many different emotions. Emotions....not so bright and hopeful.
The adults looked down on the Scouts like petty and broken animals who always got in the way, they looked at the Scouts like they were broke thieves, stealing more taxes than they did the last. They looked at the scouts with pity. Despite how many expeditions they go on, it's always the same thing. Barely anything is achieved, and always less and less soldiers come back alive. Some arrived wounded, some dead, but some never even get to come back because they are swallowed up in a Titan's stomach.
Emotions rages on. Some hopeful, some pitiful, some angry, and many more. Everyone had voices. Some shouted, some cried, some screamed, some through rocks. But most of the soldiers ignored. They either held their head up high, or had it lowered, altering their gazes to the ground to avoid eye contact with the crowd of people who only brought more pain and unhealable wounds to the soldiers.
Eventually, the soilers within the Scouts split ways once the waggons carried in and out and back into the walls were stationed where they always rest. Injured and dead were carried out of the waggons. At this point, the soldiers were free to help others settle things down, to tend to the wounded, or they were three to leave and go wherever.
Kiyomi was on her way back to the Private Quarters. It was quite far, she didn't have much of a mindset to, but she decided to just go there. Or rather, to go where her feet lead her. All she wanted was some rest. Somewhere to lay down, somewhere to sleep. She was tired and hurting.
She took slow and careful steps by the streets that were now back to normal once the Scouts arrived to where they needed to be. The street she treaded down however, barely had any people. It looked deserted, abandoned. But Kiyomi really didn't take much notice since she really didn't care about her surroundings at the moment. Because her mind was elsewhere. She was somewhere else.
She walked and walked down the streets....but eventually the strength in her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the hard cold stone ground. She hunches down and starts to break down into tears and wails. This pain...it was never going to end...was it? And this nightmare...that too, won't ever end will it?
Kiyomi thought these things as she wailed and cried out her heart. She cried and she cried. Usually crying always seemed to make people feel better other than bottling up one's feelings on the inside. But for Kiyomi's case, crying only made things worse. Especially since for her, whenever she cries, she just feels weak and begins to self-loathe herself, wishing that she was stronger, wishing she could have prevented many, many unvietable events from occurring...while also wishing things out of herself that were not possible.
Eventually what was once the harsh, cold air bursting past her was replaced with something warm and gentle. She opens up her eyes to find herself being hugged by the one she loves more than life itself.
He held her in his arms, he whispered comforting soft words, and she listened while sobbing into his chest. He comforted her, rubbed the back of her head gently, and eventually the pain seemed to disperse a little. Of course, the pain can never go away completely. It never has, and it never will. But....his presence, him merely being here with her....seemed to calm her weary soul. She at the moment, felt at peace. And that was enough.
As long as you are in my life....my life will always have meaning.
