A/N: So this is my new fic!

I'm really excited about this one so I hope you guys all like it! There will basically be little to no action, which is kind of a new pace for me, so bare with me, it may take me a few chapters to get used to it.

I hope you like this fic!

Have fun!

Chapter One: Drop Like the Snowfall Around Me

The bass rocked the floor like ocean waves, coming in steadily and drumming against the soles of dancing and jumping people and sturdy bar stools. It pounded like hammers in eardrums and made you seem deaf, lips moving and expressions changing but no words could be heard.

Levi rotated his small glass in short circles as he leaned his elbows against the bar top, feeling the ice tapping the edges of the decorative cup and the alcohol sloshing back and forth and spilling over the rim, a chilled bead of rum rolling down the side of his hand.

He ignored it and tipped his head back, downing the rest of the glass' contents. The bittersweet taste like spice and candy lingered in his mouth as his knuckles tapped the tabletop for another round.

Levi lurched forward when a sudden hard hit to his center of back sent him slamming into the bar, hands jamming against the edge and head nearly hitting the top. He turned around slowly on his stool, a subtle glare glistening in his icy-steel blue eyes and a clever insult rolling to the tip of his tongue, ready to fire and lash out at his assailant.

"Sorry dude," he heard someone say, a scruffy, deep voice, followed by a repulsive chortle that only belonged to those of the selfish and the crude. It only made Levi more aggravated. But instead of hopping off the stool to engage his rude friend, he growled low.

"Fuck off." he spat, facing back towards the bar's direction. There was a strong grip on his shoulder, vice-like and meaning to harm, and he was yanked backward off the seat. He landed flat on his feet expertly and without problem and groaned as his hand slapped on top of the bar counter, hand sweeping around wildly, searching for something-

-the tips of his fingers brushed against an all-too-familiar acquaintance of his and he tightened his grip around it.

He held out a cane, a collapsed aluminum tube held together by a thick rubber band, in front of his attacker and he pointed to his eyes. A sarcastic look painted his face and he raised his eyebrows in an ironical manner. "I'm blind, you dickweed. You don't wanna harm a handicap, do you? Now piss off." he hissed.

The man who was supposedly in front of him grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to his tip toes. The burly stranger's fat fingers could be felt through the thin fabric of his button up, and judging by how easily he was lifted up - this monster he picked a fight with had to be at least two hundred pounds and build like a monster truck.

He wanted to slap himself.

Levi's blank, pissed-off expression didn't falter as he was pulled away from the bar, tripping over his own two feet and stumbling down a landing as he was dragged against his will at a fast paced speed he was forced to move.

"Cripple thinks he can use his issue to fuck around here? Shit excuse!" the stranger chuckled angrily. Other laughs and hollers like a wild pack of animals followed. Levi was stopped mid-walk and lowered slightly.

He heard the shriek of an old door being yanked open, a freezing winter breeze biting at his cheeks and hands, and then he was being catapulted forward. His palms and forearms quickly broke the fall and absorbed the harsh impact, but he landed face first into a pile of snow which stung his eyes and made him cough at the sharp and sudden burst of cold. The wind whistled in his ears, snarling at him as it whipped and blew through his clothes.

"Stay the fuck out!" a different man snapped, banging the door shut, a sound cracked in his ears, rotten and old wood against wood and the snap of small splinters flying off at the impact, echoing in the isolated early December night that stilled around him.

Levi pushed himself upward and began to pat down the ground around him, searching for his cane, that stupid aluminum tube, frantically pawing and sifting through the slush that made his fingers burn like fire. He needed to get away.

He dug through snow and more snow, but felt no familiar solid texture of the cane that he always had on his person, like a lifeline. He never went anywhere, but the safety of his own home, without it, always having it a foot in front of him, clearing away any threats.

Fear poured over him like a shower of rain, a dread in the pit of his stomach that led to a chain of thoughts that made his breath shake, fingers clench, making his heart race to a point that it was painful.

What if I can't find it?

What if I can't get home?

What if I can't find help?

What if I die?

What if-

"Looking for this?"

Levi blinked out of his trance, calming himself from his panicked state, and pulled himself up from the snow where he lay and onto his knees, water already lightly soaked through his jeans and front of his shirt. He felt a stranger's warm hand gingerly wrapped around his wrist and guided his hand over the cane that was to his far right.

He would have never found it without help…

Levi wanted to crawl into a deep burrow hole and die of humiliation.

"Thanks," he breathed quietly, cursing himself internally, much to his chagrin, for being so pathetic as to not widen his range of search. Then he could have avoided this stupid and embarrassing situation.

The mystery person helped him to his feet, then an awkward silence followed.

"You still there, or…" Levi mumbled quietly, not wanting to look like an insane person if the stranger did leave. That's happened one too many times, so usually he resulted to listening and not talking.

He heard a faint laugh that sent a sort of annoyance through him. "Yeah, I'm still here. You're blind, aren't you?"

Levi's eyes drooped and his whole body seemed to sag with exasperation. This kid obviously wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

He began to pull off the band that held the cane together and he unfolded the pieces, snapping the strap around his wrist to ensure he would never lose it. The tip of the cane tapped and swept over the shoveled but still snow-speckled sidewalk lightly as he held it gingerly in his right hand. He faced the general direction of the voice.

"Yeah," he scowled, cocking his head to the right. "I'm blind."

Another giggle, this one lighthearted, as if Levi said something funny. Is he laughing at my situation? Little bastard…

"I'm Eren." the person chirped.

Levi didn't respond. He didn't want to deal with an overly enthusiastic and dumb-as-shit brat. Someone of Eren's "caliber" tended to make him want to punch something. Idiots and assholes always got on his nerves.

Instead of replying back, he put one foot in front of the other and started back to his apartment. Two blocks forward, two to the right, one to the left, eight feet forward past the crosswalk, down the hall ten feet, and first door on the left.

His life had become a frustrating and agonizingly infuriating game of constant concentration and memorization, remembering every place he went and limiting himself to few places so that he didn't end up getting ran over on a hidden street or mugged in the wrong neighborhood of Washington DC.

A cold breeze ripped past him and he fumbled with the zipper of his jacket, pulling it up and making sure it was as high as it would go. It was fucking freezing and he had a fifteen minute journey ahead.

Life was such shit at this moment…

A/N: Sooooo yeah this is just the start, but you like or nah? Cuz I sure as hell do!

I'm sort of borrowing the whole blindness factor from my cousin who's blind. Not gonna give you a whole life story, but basically he's blind and he taught me some things, just for fun. I, myself, am not blind and I don't understand what it's like to be blind, but I try my best.

Especially since one of my future book characters will be blind.

If you have any tips or things that should be different, let me know! Advice for writing a blind character is greatly appreciated! :)