Chapter 2 yay!
Disclaimer: I don't own Attack on Titan.
I sat frozen in my seat pondering on what to do. 'Oh my god! What do I say?! What should I do?!' Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw Officer Pixis.
"Officer Pixis! What took you so long? Were you drinking again?" I asked.
"You already answered the question, why even ask?" he replied. He took a seat in front of me with his arms crossed.
"How many times have I told you not to drink on the job?"
"How long have you known me? Seven? Eight years? I don't even know. All well." Then he took out his flask and took a swig.
"You shouldn't drink in a café." I said softly.
"This is a café? Besides I'm not going to get drunk here. I'll get drunk when I get back to the hotel. The alcohol in Trost is amazing! It's three times stronger than the alcohol in Brass." he said happily. He takes another swig of his flask and puts it in his tan trench coat.
I have known Officer Dot Pixis for eight years now. My mother wasn't an A-class citizen. My mother was a gambler and an alcoholic. But, she didn't do it around me. My mom usually goes out to do gambling and drinking when I'm at school or something.
Even though Officer Pixis knew about, he couldn't arrest her because she didn't neglect nor abused me. She took care of me but, I mostly took care of her. Instead he watched over me. He's like an uncle to me.
"So are you ready?" he asks.
"I… I don't know." I said hesitantly.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help you and keep watch so you don't runaway." he laughs. I turned my head out of embarrassment.
"Are you ready now?" he asked again. I rubbed my locket and took long breathes. 'Okay, this is it.'
"Okay! Let's go!" I said energetically. We got up from our seats and I let Officer Pixis walk in front of me. "Mr. Smith!" Officer Pixis called out. Erwin turns around. Officer Pixis pulls out his badge as he walks towards Erwin. Surprised, Erwin gave his full attention to Pixis. As we walked, I heard the whispering teens at the table.
"Holy shit, it's a cop!" said Jean.
"That's so cool!" said the bald boy.
"I wondered what Mr. S did?" wondered the freckled boy.
"Wow! Who's the cutie?" asked Jean. Then, Erwin gave them a frightening stare for them to stop talking.
"What can I do for you officer…?" asked Erwin.
"Officer –"said Pixis till a high pitched voice calls out to Erwin.
"Dad, where is my basketball!?" said a running nine-year-old boy.
"Lucas, you got to stop misplacing it. That's how you lose things." said Erwin, kindly. He looked at the boy with gentle eyes. The little boy had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt with short tan pants and white sneakers. Erwin picks the little boy up. 'He looks so much like Erwin'. And that's when it hit me. 'He… he has a son.' Thinking that,I stopped in my tracks.
"You were saying officer…?" Erwin asks.
"It's Pixis. Officer Dot Pixis. I am here to-"he continues. But, seeing the little boy called Lucas, I decided to not to tell him who I am. I ran out the door. The last thing I heard was Pixis shouting my name.