Capítulo 2: Arrival
Under the shade of a towering wall, a group of men were cheerily playing cards. All of them had flushed red faces with bottles of liquor in their arms.
These men all had the same uniform, with a rose tattooed on their backs, indicating that they were the Garrison Regiment. They seemed to be having the time of their lives, ignoring the disgusted stares of the crowd.
Just then, a thin passerby went up to a certain blonde man seated with the drunkards. The passerby pulled his shoulders and shook the poor blonde man hard, pulling him from his drunken stupor.
"Hannes! Dr. Yeager is looking for you."
The blonde man's ears perked up at those words. He regained a bit of reason as he stood up. He was a tall man, 190 cm, with a thin dark moustache and red cheeks.
"Where… is he?" He spoke incoherently.
"He's waiting by the Reeves Suppliers. I suggest you go quickly." The passerby said as he left.
Clap!
Slapping his cheeks twice, Hannes sobered up. He wobbled his way to the destination and gradually fastened his steps. He couldn't leave his benefactor waiting now, could he?
After a few minutes, he met up with Dr. Grisha Yeager and helped him with the luggage.
"What's all this for Dr. Yeager?" He asked as he held up a big bag, almost the size of a five year old.
"These are just the pain-killers and anti-inflammation drugs, so be careful with them. And these some potent sleep…" Grisha continued to ramble as Hannes couldn't make out a word. This went on until then arrived in the alley close to the Yeager household.
"… Also Hannes, Carla and I have been meaning to ask you to come for the kids' birthday tomorrow."
"Ah! They're already three?" He shamelessly asked as he completely forgot.
"Yes. And you should stop drinking so much. If not, your liver will be rotten like your brain." Grisha said with mock anger.
Hannes laughed heartily as they arrived at the Yeager household. Grisha went in first followed by Hannes, careful not to drop the medical drugs.
The Yeager household was a regular 2 story house found all along the district. There was a dining table by the hearth and a kitchen further back. It was a small, yet cozy home for the family.
"Welcome bac- Oh, Hannes! What a surprise." Carla said as she opened the doors. She was a fair skinned slender woman of medium height, with the classic black ponytail on her right shoulder.
"Ha-ha! How are you Carla? Where are the kids?" Hannes asked looking around. Certainly those little monster twins were hiding in ambush.
In fact, he could swear that the elder one was out for his blood. Well, not literally, but Hannes would always be insulted every time he was seen.
Hannes set the bags down on one corner. Suddenly, he heard a knocking sound coming from the stairs, and sure enough-
"Hannes, you reek."
Right off the bat, even.
"Karl! Is that how you talk to your elders?!" Carla hurried to the steps and pulled him by the ear. Grisha and Hannes just laughed at the scene.
"Nice to see you too, kid. Where's Eren?" He spoke with a toothy grin, almost as if enjoying the child's anguish.
"He-Hello." Another boy, who looked the same as the Karl, peeked from the stairs. Eren seemed a bit shy at Hannes' arrival. Although they were twins, both their temperaments couldn't be farther apart.
Both Eren and Karl had dark black hair and grey eyes, closely resembling their mother. They were quite small, 40 in, but Karl seemed a bit taller.
"Hey there, Eren. Do you remember Uncle Hannes?" Eren nodded at Hannes' question, then went and stood behind his big brother.
All the while, Karl was rubbing his reddened ear with a pained expression.
"Now, say you're sorry, young man." She threatened the boy with another round of ear pulling.
"I'm sorry Uncle Hannes. I shouldn't have said you reeked." Karl apologized as he bowed.
Karl slowly and sneakily held Eren's hand and prepared to make his escape. Watching this, Carla had a bad premonition.
"It's fine kid. Also, wh-" he waved his hand as he grinned, only to be interrupted.
And sure enough, to Carla's dismay…
"You actually stink horribly! Hahahaha!" Karl laughed as they ran up the stairs at full speed. Even the passersby turned to look at the commotion of the household.
Grisha laughed heartily as Hannes was stunned at this scene. Carla just sighed as she gave up. Her eldest would never budge no matter what she said anyway.
"It seems he likes you a lot, Hannes. You should be proud." Grisha said as he patted Hannes's back. Yet, Hannes couldn't help but feel like it was consolation instead.
"Well, if that's how he likes somebody, then I'm worried for his future." Hannes mused as everyone chuckled at the thought.
This continued as they exchanged small talk for a while, with Grisha promising to check up on Hannes' wife.
"Ah! Hannes would you like to have lunch with us now?" Grisha invited with a smile.
"Well, I don't think I can stay. But, I'll be there for the little monsters' feast. Wouldn't miss free food for anything!" He grinned as he left for the Wall's post.
"What should we do about Karl?" Grisha asked as he unpacked the supplies.
"Well, starving a little bit never did any harm, right?" Carla said with a downright terrifying look on her face. She began contemplating what kind of punishments she could give her eldest, with a smile.
As if he could read her mind, Grisha once again silently vowed to himself to never go against his wife.
On the terrace, two boys could be seen hiding behind the clothes line, as if waiting for something. After a few minutes, when the coast was clear, they sat down in the shade with their backs against the floor.
"Big bro, there are more clouds today!" Eren smiled as he began counting them. Karl also looked at the sky. The vast blue sky with small fluffy clouds scattered around. Soft winds blew in a certain melody as the dried clothes danced to their tune.
It was a peaceful view, that calmed the heart of any and all witnesses. Yet, this was only temporary. And only Karl knew exactly why.
<<Karl POV>>
It's been three years since I was born, or to be specific reborn. And of course, these times were very much peaceful.
I was actually surprised when I first opened my eyes, mostly because Eren wet the bed (yes, he did) and also because I was already 2 years old.
Suddenly regaining the memories of your past life on the eve of your second birthday was not a good experience, especially when you're a confused baby with almost no control over your emotions.
'Damn you Death Spirit!! I had a horrible headache and I cried for almost half an hour!' I internally screamed just in case he was listening.
Well, it wasn't all bad, since I got my [Custom System Ticket] that day as well.
And so, I worked tirelessly for an entire year to make the perfect system for my AoT adventures. No, wait, I swear I didn't slack at all… okay, maybe a little, but I am a kid so it should be fine, right?
But, I seriously analyzed all my options, recollecting the timeline and preparing the various bonus skills necessary. I even had to sacrifice most of my Shop Tab and Crafting tab options to obtain my custom skills.
Well, they were shit options anyway. I mean, after maxing the Crafting Tab, I could make a few Thunder spears or the Corps' ODM gear with a few gene optimization fluids. Although quite useful, they would lose significance after only half the plot.
Even the Shop Tab had almost the same features. When I asked the temporary A.I. why there was no diversity in choices,
'It is the restrictions of the world view. Without any special interference, there can be no special materials available.' was the answer I got. I should've just gone to OP if it was like this.
Anyway, after finishing and re-checking my Custom System's stats, I submitted it to the A.I. yesterday. With that, I was left with this glowing red box with timer stuck to it.
[System Customization Complete. Activation Code Input Secured. Processing…]
[Remaining Time for Registration- 9:48:12_91]
Now, all I had to do was wait. And as I lay, basking in the soft sunlight, enjoying it's mellow warmth as it brushed past my face like a soft tickle, the FSP finished counting his clouds and shook me to no end.
"Big bro, big bro! There were 43 today, you know!" He said with a soft smile with the most handsome face (mine) of this franchise. Levi and Zeke can just suck it.
"Yes, good job. But, aren't you hungry Eren? Why don't you bring us a snack?"
"Eh? Okay, I'll go!" He said as he cheerfully ran down the stairs.
After, successfully mani-ahem, suggesting Eren, who forgot that it was lunch time, to leave, I began reviewing my plans, for tomorrow would truly be the start of my great machinations.
'First, I need to inherit the Attack and the Founding titan. Without them, I have virtually no chance of survival. Then, I need to awaken Mikasa and befriend Armin, eventually saving Carla. And so, for that…'
Filled with determination, I stood tall and unyielding. With the wind brushing past my face, I neared the stairs, ready to face Carla's legendary "No Bad Behavior" punishment.
Once again, I clench my fists as I reach the dining room. And, almost as if she expected it, Carla stood at the other end with a cold expression. With a creepily soft smile and a bone-chilling tone, she slowly asks me.
"Are you ready, young man?" I froze at those words, but only for a moment.
I nod solemnly, for only the greatest suffering awaits those who stand against my mother. No exceptions.
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