Ymir stirred the pot of beans while Christa put a pie in the oven. Christa went over to a cupbard and pulled out three glasses and bowls. Christa looked over to Ymir, the brown skin girl was concentrating on the beans. She furrowed her brow and continued stirring. Christa smiled.
"I'm sure he'll like the beans, Ymir. You shouldn't be stressing about this, don't you make dinner all the time?" Ymir frowned
"Ya but he always comes home late so I'm never awake to see him eat and..." The sound of a door opening stopped Ymir in her tracks. Her eyes grew wide and she started stirring the beans faster. Christa turned to meet Erwin as he came into the kitchen, she smiled and went to pull the fresh lemonade out of the fridge. Ymir turned to glance at Erwin, noticing he sat down at the table with a newspaper. "It's not gonna be ready for another 10 minutes. You don't have to sit here and wait for it to..." Erwin looked up from his paper.
"It smells delicious Ymir, I don't mind waiting. Christa if you don't mind could you pour me some lemonade?" Christa poured lemonade into a glass and handed it to Erwin. Erwin drank the whole glass in three gulps, burped loudly and continued reading his paper."Excuse me. So Christa how are your parents doing?" Christa sat down at the other end of the table.
"They're doing great, my mother is still against me being a detective, even after five years she still insists for me to join the family business. If it wasn't for you, Captain I might not have been able to join the training induction." Erwin looked up from his paper.
"Christa, you don't have to call me Captain. We're off duty." Christa laughed, as Ymir turned off the stove top and served the beans into bowls, giving a bowl to Erwin, Christa and keeping one for herself. Erwin lifted the bowl to his nose and smelled the aroma of the beans. "It's nice to actually eat my favorite meal when its fresh." Ymir rolled her eyes.
"Oh, shut up old man. It's your fault since you always come home late when you don't have to." Christa almost spat out her lemonade.
"Ymir! You don't have to be mean. The Capta- I mean Erwin works late so we can actually have a day off every now and again!" Erwin got up from the table and started heading towards the hallway. Christa quickly rose from her seat. "Captain, I mean Erwin, don't go!" Erwin turned around puzzled.
"I'm just retrieving something from my office." Erwin disappeared from the kitchen and returned a few moments later with something in his hand. Ymir noticed it right away and coverd her face with her hands.
"Why the hell do you have that?" Erwin smirked, handing the item to Christa. "Oh god, Christa give it to me!" Christa stood up and out of the reach of Ymir. She looked at the item and realized it was a picture.
It showed a much younger Ymir holding a ice cream and smiling next to Captain Erwin who was holding a ice cream of the same color. They both looked happy in the picture, Ymir with ice cream all over her face and Erwin trying to clean it off. Christa smiled and handed the picture to Ymir.
"You look cute Ymir." Christa smiled at Ymir who started to blush. Erwin raised one eyebrow while eying Christa.
"Easy Miss Reiss. Just because your off duty doesn't mean you can flirt with your fellow Detectives." Christa fell trying to sit back in her chair, her face turning bright red.
"N-no I-wasn't..." Ymir and Erwin started laughing while Ymir helped Christa off the floor.
"The old mans just messing with ya. He's always been like that, even with my exes." Christa looked at the picture, then turned to Erwin.
"How did you end up adopting Ymir, if you don't mind me asking?" Erwin put his spoon down and looked to Ymir.
"Would you like to tell the story?" Ymir glanced up from her bowl with her spoon in her mouth.
"Ya sure." She took a drink of her lemonade and began telling Christa the story of how she got adopted by Erwin.
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Ymir's lungs burned. She didn't know this part of town. As the footsteps behind her got louder, she turned down an ally and ran right into a dead end.
"There you are you little shit. You're gonna regret stealing from me." Ymir turned to see a large man with a receding hairline, in one of his hand's was a large baseball bat. Ymir cursed under her breath, she wasn't strong enough to fight him.
The man started making his way over when Ymir fell to her knees. "Please sir forgive me! I was starving and I have no money or family, I'm all alone." Ymir hoped this would work, he had to have a heart right?
"Like I give a shit!" Ymir felt a knee crash into her face causing her to fall back, her nose gushing blood. The shop owner stood over her with the bat raised high, Ymir felt fear course through her viens.
She was gonna die here, all over a stupid apple and no one would care, she closed her eyes and waited for death. "Have fun in hell, you dirty brat!" The shop owner started his down swing when a violent forced ripped the bat from his hand followed by a loud gunshot.
A voice filled the now silent alley. "Beating a kid to death over a apple seems a little harsh, especially when it's with a illegal item." Ymir opened her eyes to a figure at the end of the alley. The shop owner turned around seething with anger and clenching his fists.
"Who the hell do you thi-" The shop owner's eyes went wide with fear. "Its y-you, the Demon of Paradis City!" Ymir felt her heart skip a beat. The Demon of Paradis City was notorious in the underground world. She was definitely going to die here. The voice filled the alley again.
"That's Detective Smith to you. Now, do you mind telling me why you have a illegal item in your possession?" The shop owner's eyes narrowed while he made his way towards the detective.
"I have that to protect me and my shop since you damn cops let everything bad happen to us little guys! Besides that doesn't matter when I have a criminal right here! Arrest this damn brat for stealing!" The shop owner was furious, sweat dripping down his face.
"Keep quiet, we'll get to her. Mike, go check on her." A tall blonde man with a thin beard and moustache walked towards Ymir. She attempted to run past the man but he wrapped his arm's around her. The other detective began questioning the shop owner while Mike sat Ymir down. Ymir crossed her arm's and put a frown on her face.
"I'm not telling you or your boyfriend anything." Mike smiled
"Well, I'm married to a girl so sorry to pop your fantasy bubble." Ymir looked down when she notice the shop owner walking away. He looked back at her and laughed.
"Have fun rotting in prison, you dirty rat!" He laughed all the way out of the alley. Detective Smith made his way over to Mike and Ymir. As he put his notepad away, he smiled at Mike.
"How's our little criminal, she a titan?" Ymir's eyes went wide, she stood up and ran to a corner in the alley.
"I swear I'm not a titan. If I was I would have a armband or some colors right?" Mike started to laugh.
"No sir she's clean. If she was I would have smelled it on her." Detective Smith made his way towards Ymir and knelt down when he got to her.
"Hello, my name is Erwin Smith, could you tell me your name and how old you are?" Ymir eyed Erwin up and down, she didn't know if she could trust this man but she didn't have much of a choice she guessed.
"Ymir, I'm 13 years old. Do you want to know anything else, eyebrows?" Mike stifled a laugh while Erwin frowned.
"How about your parents?" Ymir laughed and took a apple out of her pocket, taking a bite she shook her head. " Ah, so your an orphan." Ymir nodded. "You know orphans are put into a service home until their adopted or put to work in the factories?" Ymir nodded her head slowly. Mike started walking towards the entrance to the alley.
"Come on Erwin. Lets get some ice cream, besides you always said you wanted a kid." Erwin stood up and smiled at Ymir.
"Ya your right, so Ymir want to hear a proposition?" Ymir was confused but nodded. "Well lets talk over some ice cream, my favorites rocky road what's yours?"
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Ymir leaned back in her chair, her arms behind her head. "And the rest is history, I agreed to join the training introduction if Erwin adopted me so here we are five years later." Christa rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn.
"I guess I should head home, its getting late." Christa stood from the table and was about to leave when Ymir grabbed her hand.
"It is getting late and it's raining so hard outside. You should stay here tonight and don't worry, you can sleep in my bed." Ymir smirked and was about to lift up Christa when a spoon flew across the room and hit her in the back of the head. "OW! What the hell old man?" Erwin stood up and put his bowl in the sink.
"While I agree that Christa should stay the night there is no way in hell she's staying in your room." Ymir frowned.
"Why not?" Erwin frowned.
"For one, it's against work place rules and two the last time I left you alone in a room with a girl I had to scent blast my office." Ymir smirked and started washing dishes. Christa went to join her. "Christa you'll sleep in my room no objections. Don't worry I'll take the couch."
Ymir started laughing. "Should have scent blasted the couch old man, just had some fun on it last week with that dime from Pixis's bar." Christa started washing dishes faster, trying to hide the blush in her cheeks, while Erwin shook his head and went towards the living room.
"Good night, you two and Ymir jokes on you. I already had that dime two weeks ago. On your bed of all places. I sure hope you enjoyed sloppy seconds." Ymir's face went blank while Christa's and Erwin's laughs filled the Apartment.
Author's Note: Christa's full name in this fanfic is Historia Christa Reiss