Friend or Foe... (AoT Reader Insert)

Chapter 6: The First's Demise

I never really cared for much as a child.

Aside from the mandatory Warrior Training that would happen nearly every day, I always seemed to find myself endlessly bored. The things the other children did to keep themselves occupied never did appeal to me. It all seemed pointless; redundant, even.

At least, that's how I felt before I met her.

(Y/n) was a strange girl. She would laugh, play and cry like all the other children, but there was just something about her which made her an anomaly compared to the rest.

(Y/n) had a way of drawing people in without even trying. I could say it was due to her horrible fighting that I initially found myself drawn towards her, but I'd be lying. There was something strange about her; an allure that pulled the other children in without her even realising it.

I never really understood why I decided to help her that day. I didn't think I'd ever realise why I was so drawn to her until I met her for the first time... again.

"Hey... is this spot taken?"

While I could go to say that it was her charisma that initially drew me in, I don't think that was quite the case. (Y/n), despite the fact that she had no idea who I was, still felt the same from all those years ago.

I shook my head, the girl immediately taking a seat on the bed conjoint to mine.

She was quiet for a moment, but only as she placed her clothing into the small wooden drawer which sat patiently beside her bed.

"What's your name?" She asked, shifting her position in order to get a better look at me.

I remained where I was, laying on my side and turned towards the wall. The bed creaked incessantly as she moved to lay down, but I didn't move. I could feel her gaze on my back as she patiently awaited an answer. Perhaps if I ignored her she'd eventually give up, but I doubted she would.

"Annie Leonhart." I eventually mumbled.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." She mused with what I could only assume to be a shamelessly big smile, "happy to make your acquaintance."

I nodded absentmindedly.

(Y/n) had always been a formal girl; perhaps even painstakingly so. Though, usually after she warms up to someone she becomes more open and friendly. That's not to say that she wasn't already a friendly person already, of course.

I fiddled with the small metal trinket which was wrapped around my finger. A gift from my father. I liked to think that it's what kept me safe all these years on the island. I suppose she'd probably like her keepsake back as well.

"Hey," I murmured, sitting up and turning towards the (h/c)ette.

(Y/n) hummed in acknowledgement, but didn't make any immediate moves.

"I found this necklace in the mess hall." I spoke, the girl's eyes perking up at the mention of the small trinket, "I was wondering if you might know who this belongs to." Reaching into my pocket and retrieving the small locket, I held it out towards the female opposite of me. The smile on her face made my heart flutter.

"Annie!" she exclaimed, "I know you don't know me very well, but this locket means a lot to me. I'm so glad that you found it!"

I wanted to laugh at the irony in her sentence. I wonder if she's retained any of her memories?

If... she's retained any memories of me?

"I... saw a girl on the inside of the locket," I started, (Y/n)'s eyes peaking with interest, "if you don't mind me asking, who is she?"