To those who liked the humor in "Daddy Issue", let me tell you that this story doesn't have a Harry as crazy as the one in that story.

However, this story will have humor, lot of that, and crack.

And to those who don't know about that story, it doesn't really matter. have to know that this fanfiction will have a Rivaille/Harry pairing. Plus all of the other crazy pairing that I'll think of.

And, as always, this chapter wasn't beta-readed so when you see errors, tell me and I'll fix them.

So, that having been explained, enjoy this new bit of madness that is "Seducing Fleas"~

CHAPTER ONE: Do you believe in love at first sight?

Seriously, this wasn't planned.

Because since when crossing over a bright new world could be planned? (To the one who said since always: Fuck you)

Legends say that on the moment of your birth, the number of breaths that you'll make are decided. And when that number has been reached, you die. (So, you really shouldn't sigh so much)

Then, what happens to those who died before they reached their fated number?

The answer to that question is quite easy: absolutely nothing.

So let me rephrase that: what happens when the Master of Death dies before his hour?

Once again the answer is easy.

Shit happens.

And Harry James Potter was pretty doomed to end in a shitty situation once again.

[...]

"What in the freaking Merlin's underpants is that thing?" muttered a fascinated man.

The thing in question didn't seem to appreciate the question and answered with simply stretching its ridiculously gigantic arm to catch the man.

The latter, as he liked his body in a whole piece, swiftly ducked and rolled on the grass. He frowned when he noticed that the gigantic thing (was it a giant? It did look like it) was slower than him. And that it was naked and didn't have genitals.

Where in the hell had he ended...

[...]

The lance caporal Rivaille wasn't really a slacker. So when Erwin Smith had ordered him to take some vacations, Rivaille had nodded and left Erwin's office.

And proceeded on slaying some titans on his way to their recently acquired base. (the fact that their base was on the other - and safer - side of the wall Rose was totally irrelevant)

Killing those atrocious and anti-hygienic monsters was way better than getting drunk.

And it helped him with that ache that always came with the losses. Way better than getting a hangover.

Swiftly cutting through the beast's flesh, Rivaille narrowed his eyes when the fuming blood splashed his face and he grinned dimly as the familiar rumbling that were the titan's steps began.

However, the monster began to run and passed by Rivaille's side without even casting him a glance.

The lance caporal Rivaille wasn't happy when he was ignored. Was it by some stupid recruits or a freaking titan, Rivaille was going to teach them some civility.

Henceforth, his tridimensional gear whirled as he followed the titan and he jumped on a wrecked roof when the monster stopped running.

Well, it was more like the creature had been forced to stop...

Rivaille's eyes narrowed once again as he noticed a human silhouette run in the abandoned district and the soldier clicked his tongue in aggravation.

Was it Jaeger who couldn't transform (again...) and had lost his gear? (that shitty brat was going to die once the lance caporal caught him)

And then, two things happened that changed everything and made Rivaille swear under his breath.

One, that person had dark, almost raven like, hair and the soldier was pretty sure that Jaeger hadn't dyed his hair. Also, the human being (a man if Rivaille's estimation weren't wrong) wasn't wearing the Recon Corps uniform. Hell, he wasn't even wearing citizens' habitual clothes.

Two, the titan's head blew away. Like that. No cannons, no soldiers in tridimensional gear. Nothing.

It just exploded.

And then, there was a single ray of green light and the titan vanished in smoke.

They say that when you see the light of hope after a long time in the darkness of despair, even the most insensitive soldier can shed tears.

Not Rivaille.

His was more of a 'That fucker killed my prey' kind of reaction.

Surely, this was the beginning of a lovely love story.

Don't worry, the next chapters will be way longuer than this one.

So, while I finish writing and editing the second chapter, why don't you tell me what you thought of this preface/introduction? （ΦωΦ）