Eruri-Street trash (discontinued)

Chapter 2

Eruri: Street trash-chapter 2:

I awoke to something that I had never woken up to before; a steady heartbeat. Not the haywire thumps of a hungover noble, nor complete silence, or the bustle of a busy road. Just a heartbeat. I look around the deserted building for it's source and find the blonde called Erwin at my side, slumped uncomfortably against the wall. I sigh, crawling over to him and placing him in a position that wont hurt, then I flop to the ground close to him and snuggle into his chest. Its one of the first times I've shown emotions; it will probably be the last. I see out of a crack in the wall that it's still kind of dark, so I allow myself a couple more hours of sleep.

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"Mmm, Levi?" I hear a low mumble, coming from somewhere around me. Without opening my eyes, I assume it's Erwin; I try to speak but it comes out in wrong.

"Oui? Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" I mumble into his chest, still sleepy from the yesterday.

("Yes? What's wrong?")

Erwin looks at me puzzled, as if I had just punched him for no reason.

"Oui?" I say again, still not realizing my mistake. I laugh at Erwin's expression, then start teasing him by saying random crap with no meaning.

"Oui, je suis le danger! Si vous ne faites pas attention, je vais te frapper avec une cuillère!" I laugh, spouting anything that comes to mind.

("Yes, I am the danger! If you are not careful I will hit you with a spoon!")

I snuggle into his chest further, murmering about him being warm; he pushes my away. I stare up into his blue eyes and then the problem hits me. Yes, he is a colourful young noble with his life ahead of him; able to sleep with anyone, get anything he wants, for all I know Erwin Smith might be the richest man alive! Then there's me. Dull, grey, and boring; a piece of street trash who wont live until the age of twenty.

But what happened to the blonde yesterday, the one who sold the watch for me, who told me his name, who cared?

Suddenly, Erwin's harsh expression dissapeared and a new one of worry replaced it. He pulled me into a tight hug, and though I was taken aback, I couldnt help holding on to him.

"Levi?" Erwin began. "How... old are you?"

Oh, this question. I had many ages now, so many lies to entice different people's likes and dislikes, so I slipped in the same answer that l gave the others.

"However old you want me to be " I say, smiling weakly. Erwin frowns slightly, studying me, then has a wild guess.

"You're height suggests you're young, but I'm not sure... 16?"

I laugh, and then turn it into a guessing game.

"Nope!" I giggle.

"15?"

"Wrong."

"17?"

"Not even close."

"Younger?"

"Yup!"

"13?"

"Just turned 13!" I grin like a child, which I am, I suppose; I've just never had the chance to show it. "How old are you?"

"That's not for you to know." He replies swiftly.

"Oh, come on!" I moan, pouting a little to up the anti. "I told you my real age..."

He sighs. "24."

I laugh, and hold him closer to me, mumbling, "You sigh like an old man and you're 24?"

"I dont sigh!" Erwin whines, sighing a little.

"You just did!" I giggle.

Erwin pouts, then smiles at me; he then proceeds to get up and walk to the door. I'm not sure what he's doing until I realize that he's not my friend, just noble scum who doesnt acctually care. I sigh, curling up into a ball, realizing my happiness is over. Of course he never cared! It was a... what did the nobles call it? A one-night stand? I'd had many of those; why should this one be any different?

Erwin's hand drifted over the door handle hesitantly, looking back at my frail figure lying helplessly an the cold concrete of the ground. He shook his head, then walked into the cold, harsh wind outside; not looking back.

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A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! It was a little shorter, I think, but Oh Well. Love you's all, bye!