A/N: Hello everyone! This will be my very first Shingeki no Kyojin story (wooo!). This has got to me one of my all-time favorite anime/manga.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan, it belongs to Isayama Hajime, though all original content and character(s) are mine. Any other products (etc.) that may occur does not belong to me either. This disclaimer applies to all chapters that are posted, as I'm too lazy to put a disclaimer on every single chapter.

Prologue

[I want to die like my grandfather,

peacefully in his sleep,

not screaming and terrified like his passengers.]

The car had come out of nowhere.

I hadn't registered the approach of it before I suddenly found myself flipping over the windshield with such brute force that the pain wasn't even registered. I could practically hear the sickening sound of the glass breaking as it connected with my flailing body. I was in too much shock to feel any sort of pain from the impact.

And then, all of a sudden, I was airborne, my body being hurled through the air faster than my own brain could register. I knew pain was inevitable.

It hadn't been until I had heard the thud of my head connecting with the ground, felt the snapping of my own bones, and the cutting of small pieces of rock and glass piercing my skin – that realization truly hit me.

A car had hit me.

I had felt my eyes roll back, and take in how the streetlights, shock-struck people, and pavement was all oddly disfigured and dotted with black – my entire world having turned upside down.

The driver behind the wheel had obviously been driving at a pace way over the legal speed limit, or else I would have seen it coming – and he most likely would have been able to stop. Looking back, I can easily come up with a few creative words and cusses I would have been happy to throw in the moron's face. With my lack of luck, the wazoo behind the wheel might have even been drunk.

Then, an explosion of pain had hit me. Never in my entire life have I ever experienced such intense agony, crushing every nerve in my body. It was torture. My most likely broken bones were screaming, my head was splitting and my skin was on fire.

The timing of the whole scenario was a bit ridiculous, really. I'd even go as far as to call it a bit ironic.

It hadn't been more than five minutes ago that I had had a ridiculously loud argument with Mrs. Whitt – the Headmistress of the orphanage I have lived in for as long as my memory allows to take me back. I had practically been sitting on my knees, begging her to make an exception and let me leave the institution. You usually have to wait until you're eighteen, an adult of legal age, before you are let out of the claws of that place. But there are still seven months until my eighteenth birthday, and though the house itself wasn't exactly driving me insane – the company of wailing children certainly were.

I had told Mrs. Whitt that I am perfectly capable of taking responsibility for myself, and watching out for any nearby dangers that should lurk in the shadows. I was old enough to take care of myself.

Obviously the answer had been 'no', and being the mature person I surely am (note sarcastic voice), I had yelled a few unladylike words at her (mainly spitting insults at her big ugly mole on her forehead) and had proceeded to run out of the front door. As I had literally made it to cross the street (the streetlight turning green, mind you), my feet running faster than the time I had to outrun Mr. Aiden's dog, fate decided to interfere, and – you guessed it – sent a car my way.

Fate is very cruel if you ask me. And I believe fate has a sadistically mean way of humoring itself. If I weren't the one hit by the car, I probably would have laughed at the whole situation. I mean, who goes "I can watch out for myself!" proceeds to cross the closest road, and BAM! Gets proven wrong by the first car that comes this way. Gotta love the invention of irony.

I remember that in that moment, a small part of me was hoping that the blow would kill me; I wanted to die. I wanted to escape from the indescribable torture in which I found myself in. That's another thing fate decided to mock me with.

The blow did kill me.

People always say you have to watch out for what you wish for. Even if it was just for a split second the thought crossed my mind, it was apparently enough for my wish to be granted.

My senses lost touch with the world before the sound of sirens had even reached my ears. And so, death had been met.

Little did I know that whoever came up with the phrase 'You Only Live Once' deserves a swift kick in the arse.

A/N: So, I have this sinking feeling that this whole reincarnation-concept-thingy is overused by now. But as this is a story that has been in progress for months, I decided it would be a waste not to post it. Not to mention, I have been wanting to write a story for this anime ever since I watched it for the first time, and, of course, the plot-bunny keeps popping up with new ideas for this fic. Also, what's more epic in a story than having the main character die in the first chapter? So here it is! Feedback is very much appreciated :)