Hey readers!!!! I thought this one up one day when I was in the car. Yeah, I know. Crazy huh? Anyhow, this is a replacement of Dead Love since dead love just SUCKS. No one wants to read it....... I mean, I'm not hurt or anything. Even I thought that it was horrible. Anyway, here is the Prologue!!!!!! Enjoy!!!!!

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Prologue

I don't really know who my dad is. Sure I saw pictures of him before, but all of them seem like some sort of comic picture. My mom usually sits down at the dining table, swipes out one of my dad's photo, and stares at it lovingly. That doesn't exactly help.

Sometimes, when my mom has time from work, we'll sit in the living room and she'll tell me a little about my dad, but she tells the same exact thing each time. She told me that my dad was called Levi. Levi Ackerman. She'll take out the same photo that she always looks at and shows it to me. Then she'll explain how I have the same exact hair color as my dad and the same eye color too.

But again, the picture looks like a comic. As days passed by, and I started to grow older, I entered a world of manga and anime. For some reason, all of the drawings for manga and anime look a lot like that pictures of my dad. I started to wonder about my dad.

Who is he? What is he? Was my mom lying when she said that Levi was my dad? My questions were left unanswered until I turned 15.