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The Other Ackerman Chapter 5: Silence

On a cloudless night the moon was shining brightly on the quiet streets of the Shiganshina District. The night air was cool, small breezes coming every now and then to play with long blades of grass. A small girl sat on top of a roof staring blankly at the moon in an attempt to block out the world. Her hair was cut to just above her shoulders and had bangs swept over her right ear. If you looked closely at the left side of her face, you would be able to see a scar running from the top of her hairline down to about the end of her nose. Were there other people around she would've tried to hide her marred skin. But seeing as she was alone it didn't matter.

It had been over just a few months after the Ackerman's were kidnapped and adopted into the Yeager family. To the Yeager family it looked as if Mikasa was faring well enough with the absence of her parents. She would talk and play with Eren, help Carla with housework, and obediently follow Grisha's orders without a doubt in her mind. Yes, she was more quiet than she used to be, but it was to be expected given to what had happened. Sadly the same couldn't be said for her younger sister. The child was horribly traumatized by her experience and started to close herself off to the world. She would rarely speak to anyone that wasn't Mikasa, and if she did she speak it would be to Carla, and only a few words. She would acknowledge Eren and would hide behind either Mikasa whenever she spotted a grown man. The little girl was practically glued to her sister's side. When the girl was with her sister she looked a little more lively. Her icy and and hollow stare would lessen, her expression would soften noticeably, and oh so rarely you could catch a smile lifting the corners of her lips. Her expression could change in a blink of an eye. Going from her barely soft look to and ice hard or empty stare that would seem to burn straight through you.

Now she sits atop of their rooftop in the quiet night. After a moment of contemplation she lowers herself from her sitting position to lay down on the roof. The cold ceramic shingles feeling pleasant against her skin. It was times like these that she enjoyed the most. The cool serenity of the cloudless night under the moonlight. The moment was disturbed she heard a scuffle off to the side of the roof top . She tensed for the smallest of second before relaxing, understanding who it was.

"Kyoko." The soft sound of her sister's voice was soothing to her ears. Getting up from her relaxed position Kyoko faced her sister and gave Mikasa a small respectful bow of her head.

"Hello Mikasa. How have you been on this night?" Her greeting was a little more than a small whisper. Despite the volume of her response Kyoko was undoubtedly happy at the sight of her elder sister.

Mikasa sighed at her response and made her way to her sister's side and sat down, smoothing out her nightgown as she did so. Kyoko leaned into her sister's side, sighing in content when the elder Ackerman wrapped an arm around her sister's shoulder. The warmth of their contact always brought comfort to the both of them after the incident.

"Kyoko, you know you don't have to speak to me so formally." She said as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her sister's hair. Her sister made a sound of what she thought was agreement, and snuggled further into her sister. With that Miksa knew that she wouldn't be much more of a response out of her. They said nothing more that night. Spending the rest of their time alone a little longer under the moonlight.

Sunlight filtered soft light through the window of their home. A soft breeze squeezing its way through the small opening of the window. When the sun rose high in the sky the beams of sunlight danced on the closed eyes of the youngest Ackerman. Eyebrows scrunched in discomfort and she pulled her covers over her head. Frowning when when she realized that her thin blanket wasn't enough to fully block out the sunlight. Kyoko curled into a fetal position and bunched up more of the blanket around her head, sighing in satisfaction when she could no longer see the glow of light. By now she knew that she had been awake long enough that it would be a fruitless attempt to go back to sleep. So she enjoyed the energetic chirping of birds.

It was not too long that she perked her ears at movement coming from the other rooms. There wa the heavy and slow footsteps of Grisha getting ready for his morning routine. Carla had gotten up early, already up in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She could hear Eren sifting through his closet pondering what to wear. Kyoko imagined him pondering between wearing his cream colored shirt and the forest green one. Depending on how he felt in the morning Eren would wear his cream colored shirt most likely if he wan't feeling at his best. He would wear his green shirt if he felt that he had recently accomplished something.

A tired sigh sounded across the room and there was the sound of moving covers. Turning on her side Kyoko saw that Miksa was facing in her direction. She was in a dazed half asleep and half awake state. Mikasa's eyes wandered around the room lazily until her gaze landed on her sister. A hazy smile flitted across her face before she drifted back to sleep. It was nice to see her sister smile once in awhile, rather than her usual stoic expression. She acknowledged her hypocrisy, seeing as she herself rarely smiled herself.

After Mikasa drifted back to sleep Kyoko groaned in agitation knowing that she had to start her day early. Today the three of them had a little bit more of chores than usual. She lazily disentangled her body from her covers, and sat on the edge of her bed trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Then she made her bed, making sure that her cover was spread out evenly with no creases, and made sure that the corners were unbunched. Once she completed that Kyoko began her daily stretches starting from top to bottom. She needed to be loose today. Well, make that everyday. Eren liked to drag Mikasa and herself around town. Every once in awhile Eren would get in an argument that almost always resulted in a fight, mainly physically, not mentally. Gathering her clothes, a bar of soap and a towel, Kyoko headed out for a cold bath.

I wonder what's in store for today?

Hello to you all. Sorry for the short chapter, it will be longer for sure next time. Oh, and what do you think of Kyoko's name?