Cold As Ice Levi X Erwin

Chapter 2.

Authors note:
First of all, 200 views?!?
What??! Thank you guys so much! I know other people are celebrating like 78k views, but this is pretty big for me...also, the comments and votes are so sweet! Sorry I don't respond a lot, kinda hard to with school, drama, and being foreign. :P
Also, I have resorted to online translators, so tell me if it says anything....you know. And I've had to base a bit off my own experiences with having social anxiety myself.
Thank y'all again!
Enjoy..<3
-Ro
Little kids in oversized parkas, shiny winter coats the hoods stuffed faux fur, squeaky rubber boots laced past their ankles, puffy, clean snow pants bulging over the tightly tied shoes, their pinkish, blotchy round faces peeking out of their wooly scarfs raced around in the slushy snow dumped in dirty patches around the entrance of the skating rink, which seemed almost prison like, it's dark, gray flecked concrete square absolute walls had a dull look about them.
Erwin slammed the chair door shut, with click, and began to walk his way towards the light entrance, Hanji trailing behind, the soft taping of the beaten up boots ringing in his ears. She swayed next to him, clutching a pair foul smelling yellowing ice skates, the blades dull, and barely shining in the dead sunlight. She cocked her head in Erwin's direction, casting a sly smile, her face lit with a mischievous glimmer in her strapped on glasses, as she giggled and quickened her pace, throwing another smirk over her shoulder, leaving Erwin to widen his strides to meet up with her hyperactive wake.
Hanji beamed. "You'll love it." She rested her head in between his chin and shoulder, as he shook his blond head and continued to walk towards the door, which was loosing its distance.
He didn't really like to think of being outside much, all the little kids staring at his empty jacket sleeve, not old enough to know they were being rude. He always watched people's eyes linger on the stump of his mauled arm, where ever he went, and honestly he felt the most comfortable alone, where not even his eyes dared to linger on his scared flesh. Hanji and Mike stared too though, he could feel it when he wasn't looking, out of the corner of their eyes, beady little obnoxious gaze, almost bathing in the time they had to look before he would acknowledge them.
Hanji jerked her head off his shoulder, smacking his chin hard against her surprisingly dense skull as she leaped the last few feet into the door way and through the metal sliding doors. He tenderly touched his throbbing chin through a felted gloved hand, before advancing after her.
The skating rink was divided into two sections, the rink and the booths to rent the skates. The rink was large and circular and took up most of the indoor room, the thing flexible glass lining it covered with stickers and posters from different adverts. There was a small break in the circle where wobbly kneed people slid into the ice rink, which floors where a dull white, shinning in off spots, accompanied by long thin winding scratches. The outside was littered with poorly set up bleachers the skimpy steel legs squeaking as the loud buzz of air conditioning, scraping of blades on ice, and the loud clamor of talk went on like background music. The bleachers weren't very full, the occasional straggler, and little kid rocking back and forth on the skinny benches. The rest of the huge building floor was a muted gray carpet, easy to slide around on the blunt blades of the skates. There were small booths, one for the skate rentals and the other for what looked like soda and chips.
"Ah, modern day recreation!" Hanji laughed, tugging on Erwin's whole arm, and leading him forward towards the skate rentals. She beamed at him, her mop of a pony tail wiry and stringy at its greasy brown end swinging behind her, as she bounced on the tips of her toes.
"I already have my skates, so go ahead and rent 'em up Cap'n America!" She scoffed, holding her fingers up in imitation of his thick eyebrows, before sauntering away, her gross old skates banging against her legs, to sit down on a carpeted bench, before flinging off her dirty sneakers.
He turned to face the teenager behind the booth, her freckles visible in the dark light. She had brown hair, in a slightly better shape then Hangi's, tucked up in a frayed red ball cap, a small metallic black ring around her right nostril. Her tag read, "Hello, my name is: none of your business" scrawled in a smeared black pen, pinned onto an old worn out red collared t shirt, part of the work uniform.
"Can I help you, eyebrows?" She scoffed, cocking her head slightly, and crossing her arms, almost satisfied with his confused expression.
"Um," he started, his mind suddenly gone blank of any though having to do with shoe size. "Let's try a size nine and a half." He finished
"Don't rent half sizes, stumpy." She droned, picking at her grubby fingers.
"Just a nine then." Erwin said slowly, trying to smile, at this figure of sheer attitude.
Without saying a thing, she swiveled on her feet and headed towards the racks in the back of the booth, looking up and down the rows before snatching a pair of black skates. She slammed them on the counter in front of him, and looked at him, her jaw working furiously to chew what looked like gum.
"Ten dollars for three hours. Five for one." She stared at the small cash resister in front of her, her hand extended as if waiting for him to hand her the money. Trying hard not to roll his eyes, he fished into his pockets and pulled out a crumple ten dollar bill before irritably dropping it into her open palm. She punched in some numbers, before yawning and tossing a wristband on the counter too, next to his skates.
"Enjoy." She grumbled.
Erwin quietly slipped the boots off the counter, as well as the blue plastic wristband, struggling to keep it tucked under his handless stump, and began to walk swiftly towards the carpeted benches lined up outside the rink, the skates beginning to slip from his armpit. He joined Hanji who was examining her foul smelling, yellowing skates.
"I swear these get smaller every year." She mumbled loosening the top laces.
"Either that or your feet are growing, which is natural. " he added, lowering the clunky charcoal colored skates to the floor, and wriggled off his shoes with his remaining hand.
This was another reason he didn't like to go out, or at the least, go out alone.
There were things, small, simple things he couldn't do.
He couldn't open straws.
He couldn't get fountain drinks.
He couldn't zip his zipper.
He couldn't open certain doors.
He couldn't part movie tickets.
He couldn't open ketchup packets.
He couldn't tie his shoes.
Little girls on the bench across from them, tied their skates, giggling and twirling the laces as they chatted. They zippered their pink fleece jackets, straightened their hats and ponytails with their patterned mittens, and scampered towards the rink.
He looked down at his bulky, black and navy skates, the laces striped with orange, the blade, shinny, but scratched.
"Hanji, could you, um-" he started quietly, but she held her hand up in a representation of 'stop.'
"Say no more, kind sir." Hanji beamed bending over from the seat, towards his skates, and began to fiddle with the laces, looping them around each other before giving final pull, and continued on towards the left boot. She leaned upwards and stood up, wobbling a little on her knobby knees, and began to make her ways towards the the rinks entry.
Erwin felt a smile slide over his face, as Hanji stumbled onto the ice, her blades denting the ice, sending small chunks flying. He too rose out of his seat, finding it a little easier then expected to balance on the thin, but dull strips of metal that began to sink into the carpet as he stood still. He lifted his foot tenderly the weight of all the straps,and boot comparing awkwardly to the usual light burden of his shoes. He advanced towards the opening, wedging his way past some other skaters, bundled in coats and hats, into the rink.
The ice felt weird under his feet, the boots so thick, and the slats attached so skinny, like his ankles should be crumbling from the lack of balance granted in his lopsided body. He edged forward, the blades scratching through the puncturable ice, as he scooted maybe an inch through the almost opaque surface. Hanji glided over to him, and it took him a moment to even comprehend she was doing the same thing he was attempting to do at the moment. She was sliding over the ice like it wasn't even there, like she was flying, so smooth and agile her arms swinging at her side, like a causal gaunter just lighter on her feet.
He smiled, recognizing her presence as she swayed closer to him, turning sharply through the ice, shavings of what seemed like snow flying like sparks to stand right next to him. She linked her arm with his, and began to move her feet in swift, fluid movements, though his stayed stock still like trees, just carving though the ice as he death gripped her arm, his fingers stabbing into her shoulder, so he was just dragged along behind her.
"I have someone I want you to meet." She struggled prying his stiff cold fingers from her jacket.
He didn't move from where he stood, suddenly very aware of all the people gliding around him, just as quickly as Hanji, and he felt his ears go red, hot pins and needles in the back of his neck, and his palm felt sweaty, and suddenly everything was spinning and blurry, his vision hazy, some peoples faces popped out peering from around the bends, he could tell the way they looked at him they were judging. He couldn't, he didn't want, to be here.
"Are you okay?" Hanji asked and his vision popped back to clear, and he blinked realizing he stood wide legged only a few paces behind her.
"S-sorry." He felt his voice waver, and edged a little closer to her, his skates digging into the ice.
She laughed."Come here you big lug!" Hanji extended her gloved hand, and without knowing why, he took it, and she began the whole dragging thing over again, but stopped sooner, in front of a group of people in black tights with bright white sharp skates, and the shortest of the group, a man with a dark hair waved at them.
"Levi!" She called.
Authors ending note:
Could you guess who the angry freckled girl was?
Anyway, I might add on to this chapter, or just start a whole other chapter...
I'll figure out..
<3 Ro