Even I have no clue where this came from... It's sorta depressing, so just a warning. I think it will be a one-shot, so I might ignore any people asking for more.
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21:32
Eren listened to the 'snap' as the chains locked him to the cold basement walls again.
He already felt the metal stealing the heat from all the way, deep, into his bones. He knew it was a rule for his freedom, the basement living that is, but the cold in the winter months was unbearable. Add the chains keeping him from huddling into a ball and it made a recipe for yet another all-nighter.
His eyes met the piercing grey of his Heicho as the commanding officer checked his bindings for the night. His eyes were as cold as the chains binding Eren to the wall, the Titan-Shifter couldn't keep eye contact if it made him even more cold. He looked away.
More clinking was heard before the officer deemed the chains secured and tossed Eren his blanket.
The thin sheet was too small too cover the entire boy and he was limited to keeping one part of his body warm at night. After the Corperal left Eren shuffled until the blanket was fully spread out and settled in for another long night.
23:38
The shivering grew once more, by now the chains were rattling from how much he was shaking.
He hated it here.
01:54
Eren wasn't shivering anymore.
He finally felt the bliss of unconsciousness hovering over him, an escape from the everlasting cold that consumed him. It was so close, he could almost touch it, live it, sleep.
He brushed the wall.
Cold.
Awake.
Please no.
?:?
His body heat was non existent by now, he lost the power to move, couldn't even rub his arms or lift his hands for that matter. His eyes were long ago closed, the clock in the corner no longer visible as the candle on the nightstand had died out.
He just wanted to sleep, for sleep would free him from the cruel mistress that was the Cold.
He didn't want this. He was supposed to be out there, killing Titans, not becoming one!
He didn't hear the Corperal until the chains were coming undone, a blessing for the young male that had been trapped in them all night.
"Why didn't you tell me you get cold."
A sudden burst of warmth startled the young man enough to open his eyes. In front- No, on top of him was the Corperal he had leaned in and pulled the ice-cube-child close.
The boy wanted to feel relief at the redound feeling in his limbs but the thought of 'what are They going to do to me' kept him from allowing himself the luxery.
"'M not c'ld"
His voice was pitiful, even to himself. He didn't even have enough energy to speak properly.
"You are, and you've been hiding it, why."
The little man holding him didn't even say it as a question, he already knew, what the Military Police had drilled into the boy in the days before the Corperal had permission to visit him.
The days after the battle for Trost.
"Pl'se, no bu'n, I d'nt need more bl'nki."
"Shut up."
A whimper squeezed it's way out as the young soldier cringed, he didn't need warmth, he didn't deserve it. Not after attacking Mikasa.
"Shhh, it's okay, no burns. Come on, let's get you warmed up."
"'Nnnoh'"
His head lulled to the side as he was picked up, the only he could see was the time,
03:12
Levi came to save him.