Guardian Angel {EreMika}

Chapter 3: Bells

Eren's POV

Wow. Just... wow. That night... I fell asleep quicker than usual. Perhaps this Mikasa was an angel in disguise. Because of the fear of being assassinated, I couldn't sleep easy. Just this night alone, I got a good night's rest. When I woke up, I faintly remembered... her. I remembered seeing Mikasa being scarred into my head. How her raven hair was down... and her silver-like eyes somewhat haunted me.

Once I opened my eyes, I couldn't go back to sleep. Because of that, I got out of my bedroom and looked out into the open living room space. Mikasa was up and the smell of eggs flew into my nose. "Mikasa... huh?"

"Didn't noticed you were up." Again with that cold voice. When I took a seat, she had already prepared me a plate of breakfast. "Here. It's just eggs and bacon. Hope you like it."

I was about to say something to protest... but my stomach grumbled instead. I had to eat because of it. Eating those eggs reminded me of those eggs Mom used to make for me. Wait... was it Mom...? I tried hard to remember the taste of those eggs- trying to recognize where it came from. Everyone had their own recipe for scrambled eggs... and this was unique. I could taste butter and cheese in it...

"Do you like it?"

"I... I recognize this..." I say gently, continuing to chew and eat. "I can't remember where though. Mikasa, where did you learn this from?"

Looking up, I saw Mikasa shuffling her feet as she looked down. In a quiet voice, I heard her utter a few words. "I've always made that."

"Huh... I thought my mom made it for me... oh well, it's good."

"You think your mom made you those types of eggs? Interesting... my scramble eggs recipe is something I learned from my mom. Maybe... we've met before?"

"Are you implying we have met?"

"Eren..."

"What?" I looked up to her and saw her pulling her scarf towards her face. "Am I acting too dumb for you or something? Just spit it out- be direct. You need to be direct with me.

She sighs heavily, sitting down in front of me. "Direct... huh...?"

"Mikasa?"

Once more, she sighed heavily and spoke with calmness. "We have met... a couple of times... when we were kids. You don't remember a thing? When we were both 7 years old. We met then."

"7...?"

I shook my head, trying to remember what happened when I was 7. But nothing comes to mind at that age. I remembered being lonely most of my childhood... occasionally having friends come and go. One thing that has stood out to me was the fact of... I wanted to be strong as a kid. My parents were happy to hear me say that kind of stuff... until they were comforting me one day.

"You came to me with this scarf to keep me from getting cold. You don't remember training almost every day with me to let me play with you. Even though you had to go through assassin training... you didn't know and we played on days we didn't have to train."

My head gently nodded as the mist in my head began to lift. "That day when my parents were comforting me... you left.. didn't you? I wasn't lonely until that day..."

"Yes... my parents had died and I had to be taken away."

"Did you use to cook for me...?"

"For breakfast... yeah..." Mikasa smiled gently, looking down at the breakfast she had made for the both of us. "But putting it aside, you've grown. I remember that time when you said you liked my training and wanted to be somewhat like me... and you did. How did you get back into the system of assassins, Eren? I've grown into this job... and this job will always pass down to my children. Someone like you... you went back. Why?"

Unfortunately, I didn't know how to answer that as I clawed my memories for an answer. But as a result of that... I remembered seeing a man in black- staring at me. Hatred and anger fueled me up... I remember walking up to him, and he wanted to test my fighting skills. I guess I passed the test because he took me in under his wing. I left the broken home I used to live in. My mom died and my dad left. Forced to be an orphan... and I stayed with him. I never knew who he was.

"Someone pulled me into it. I'm glad he did... because there's nothing else I would do but undo evil." I say with a small grin on my face. "I don't regret it, because I shouldn't. But now... weird huh? I had to go into this because of you... and you're here. Were you assigned to me or did you come to me because you knew me? Again, I want the answer to be direct."

"A little of both. I did accept the small proposal to be your guardian so I did come because I knew you. But again, someone proposed me the idea so I didn't know you needed protection. Believe me, okay...?"

"I believe you." My plate was long-gone empty, and I sighed heavily for not knowing what to do next. "So what now? I'm supposed to lay low, aren't I?"

"Lay low, yes."

"Does that exclude walking around outside?"

"As long as you don't announce yourself, then you should be fine." Mikasa says with a slight smile. "You do need a new wardrobe, Eren. That's like that same outfit from so many years ago."

"Just about 20, huh?" I chuckled, nodding my head. "Well, everyone's gonna notice a red scarf like yours. Time to hide it- or cut it down to size."

Her silver-like eyes grew small when I mentioned about it. "No. No, we are not gonna touch a single fabric on this scarf if we are destroying it. I can stop wearing it- but we're not gonna rip it apart."

My hands rose in defeat, and I just sighed. "Fine. Just... hide it."

"We can go once I hide it... okay?"

"Fine."