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A/N: I've got two ideas for the request asked and this is one of the two oneshots I'd plan to write up. The second one won't be uploaded today since I haven't had the time to finish it. This was requested by  DianClash

PLEASE READ - Side Note: This Au is set with the views of Levi and Mikasa during their Cat lives. To any other human, they'd be seen as cats but to themselves, they'd be seen more as humans with animal ears and tails. So, Neko Levi and Mikasa. 

Side Note 2: I'll show photos over their cat breeds at the end of the chapter. 

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He was the only kitten born in the little of his mother's only ever born litter. Named by the man who had once taken his mother in so many years ago. Kenny Ackerman, a mean and greedy man that held no friends nor lovers for long. 

He was a nobody, a bastard that only cared for himself. 

Levi hated the man that named him, the very man who left his mother to slowly and painfully die due to not caring enough to waste any money on any vet bills. Not even a single bill that could have either saved her or at least put her down and free her from her pain. 

No, he was left watching as his mother, a once beautiful and still very tamed and behaved cat die in terrible pain. But she'd still nuzzle him and groomed him as often as the rare good days allowed. 

She was his momma, one he loved very dearly and misses even more. 

He was raised by the cruel and nasty man for all of his kitten life and a handful of time of his adult life too. The man who grabbed his mother's limp body, only noticing she was dead once she started to smell and threw her into the neighbours trash. 

He hated the man. 

Would never learn to respect him or bond with him. 

He only fed him scraps that he'd sometimes drop and any water drunken came from the leaking tap. 

No toys, no bed and no litter toy. 

He was forced outside for days, sometimes weeks. 

And one day he didn't bother to return. 

He'd survive on the streets, he's done okay so far. 

And he might even be able to find a new family, start his own since he's never seen a vet before and was able to keep his .. goods. 

But he grew scurfy and sticky.

No matter how often he tried to lick himself clean, the rained would soak him, the mud would dirty him and cat fights left him with new wounds at the risk of infection. 

He met another cat, Furlan, a stray born on the streets and never picked up from someone with a good and pitiful heart.  

Isabel came soon after, a stray who still believed her latest adopted family would come looking for her and bring her home. Her first ever family had moved, leaving her lost during the move and she's been to shelter after shelter after each failed adoption since. 

They made their own pack, survived as one and chose the path that would leave the less regrets. 

But winter came, less food was often thrown out by bins or dropped by the humans due to the summer heat making them lose their grip. 

Winter was always harsh and he found himself without a family once more. 

Two strays left in the damp and cold, laying where they had fallen asleep for the very last time. 

He didn't try finding a new family like Isabel had tried so many times before. He didn't dream and desire a new family like Furlan did. 

He simply kept to himself, knowing he could only trust himself by now. 

Attachments only left him broken hearted. 

He didn't need to fear losing another person ever again. 

So, he stayed alone, it was lonely but it was safer in his eyes. 

Until he wasn't alone anymore. 

He blamed himself but he wouldn't have changed a single thing. 

He smelled the BBQ long before he saw the flames or the cooked and raw food being moved around and prepared. 

A plate was left on the table, he knew he was fast and sneaky enough to steal at least one burger. To escape unseen or at least far away if he was spotted to avoid being captured.  

He was so certain of himself that he didn't notice the family pet, a beautiful cat that happily hid away from the spring sun and kept to the shadows. 

She had leaped and tackled before he even knew his paws had left the decking. 

Mikasa, The Yeager's bellowed and well cared for cat. 

She was a fighter, a good one and would have stood as a queen on the streets if she ever left the easy human life. 

She held her own and knew how to play as dirty as he fought. 

He was so distracted by their fight that he forgot over the humans around. 

Only flinching when angry and scolding tones filled the air and a set of hands reached out to grab one of them. 

He assumed he'd be grabbed at, thrown over the fence and screamed at. 

What he wasn't expecting was for a middle aged women to yank the female cat up into the air, turn her to face the women face to face and scold her in front of EVERYONE. 

Mikasa, as he learns from listening in on the scolding, merely stayed silent and took the scolding as if it was a daily habit now. 

And by the sounds of it, it mostly was. 

Turns out Mikasa was a quiet but stubborn cat who knew how to fight and was overly protective over both her families. Seeing the Arlert family, human friends to the yeager, was seen as a single whole pack to Mikasa. Leaving her to stroll along both children, both boys, on their way to and from school. Hissing and clawing at any child or adult human who was seen as a threat or one of the boy's mentioned upsetting them during the day. 

Hence, Mikasa was blamed for picking another fight with another cat that dared to stand on her own home turf. 

Levi actually felt bad for the other cat, she was defending her pack and being a true warrior and yet, she was scolded for it and placed inside the house as punishment. 

He also didn't expect Carla, the Alpha of the human pack it seems, taking him in next. Fussing over him and checking for any injuries that might have been caused by Mikasa. 

Washing him and praising his beauty, mentioning how pretty he was and how she'd never felt fur like his. He could feel Mikasa's murderous glare through the wooden door, her scent passing on her rage over him trying to play the cute card against her pack when they both knew he was trouble. 

Soon enough, he met his first vet. 

A terrible and horrible place he was determined to never see again. 

And so, Carla forced him to visit the place and the people in white many times since. 

He was given some shots, treatment and a collar that he purposely kept wiggling free from and losing outside until Carla gave up. 

He didn't like Eren, the son nor the husband, Grisha and both seemed unsure over him in return, keeping their distance. 

Armin wasn't so bad, the son of the other pack, he was shy but kind. Never fussed him first unless Levi sniffed his hand and laid upon his lap, allowing a stroking session to happen. 

Mikasa was the real problem. 

She saw him as a threat. 

Not for steeling her pack away but for hurting them someday in the future. 

She's lost her first pack, the family she was born into, being the only kitten in her parent's first and last litter. 

She was a pretty kitty, she knew she was but she didn't care.

She was just scared over losing another family because she wasn't strong enough to protect them again. 

Levi understood and decided to prove he wasn't a threat to her watching helpless as she loses another family. 

So, he helped her to protect Armin. He didn't care what happened to Eren, he was a brat and very loud and annoying. But Armin seemed worthy enough to protect. 

And he gained her trust and respect when he bit his first "Karen" during Eren's tenth birthday party. 

Years later, the boys were becoming young men and went to collage daily. Returning home, some nights later than others and going places where neither of their loyal and strong pets could follow anymore. 

Instead, they had their hands busy with the new members in the family. 

The two latest adopted strays, Gabi and Falco, both rescued from a shelter. 

Two strays who were soon the Ackerman's first litter, trapped with two overly protective and stubborn parents who adored them dearly. 

Levi will always hold a bitter taste when he thinks over his first family and he'll never forget the few happy memories of his second pack. 

But he'll forever his last and forever family and he'll never fear losing them as he knew he'd be by Mikasa's side until the very end. 

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Cat Breeds...

Levi: Russian Blue. It's one of the most beautiful cat breeds known. It's expensive to get one and rare for someone to have as a pet. Thought it fit rather well for Levi. 

Mikasa: A British shorthair. It's a regular house cat type but they can also hold some attitude and be really pretty. 

Gabi: Bombay cat Breeds.

Falco: Khao Manee Breed. 

Isabel: Persian cat Breed.

Furlan: Birman Breed.