Methodical keystrokes tapped like a symphony in the devoid office. Rain rapped against the vast window behind the lone man as momentary flashes of light, accompanied by ferocious roaring thunder, lit up the void.

The figure paused, leaning back into the mesh chair, the backrest tilting backwards to accommodate his movement. Slender fingers came to a rest beside his laptop, words seemed to merge together into a mess of black and white on the screen, the language unique and impracticable to crack without the key. A curtain of short inky black hair parted precisely in the middle in an undercut shifted as the figure stood to survey out his window. Pointed sharp iron-grey eyes highlighted with silvery flicks stared motionlessly at the weather.

It was perfect. The darkness which reached every corner, hiding his intention from any nosy people, was his most trusted companion. The muffled cries of his potential victims, like music to his ears, would be overridden by the heavy patter of rain and bangs of thunder. Everything went according to his plan. Nothing out of place, nothing was there unless he wanted it to be and nothing happened if he did not want it to.

Pulling out a suitcase from under his desk he pushed his laptop to the side after closing the screen. With a single flick of his slender wrists, he was greeted with two types of gloves, syringe with a colourless fluid, chemicals, a camera, spare clothes, a handgun, a silencer, pack of bullets, a small first aid kit and of course his most trusted hand gel. Checking that everything was orderly he closed the cover and locked the case.

He eyed the wall clock, both digital and analogue, standing still for a few moments until the digits had changed. Pulling his laptop into a bag and emptied out the contents of the cabinet. Having struck midnight the figure straightened his form-fitting black and white suit, adjusting the folds in his cravat, and broke into a brisk walk to the exit.

The room was completely bare except for the desk and a cabinet on the side to hold temporary files, now empty, until he burnt them personally in the secluded corner of the balcony at night.

Unlocking the door he entered a pin on the keypad, lasting twelve digits which changed periodically, and he detached the lock and pocketed it. It was an abandoned post-modern building, there was no source of power running through the sockets so he brought his own battery packs to power his equipment.

On the outside, the dated designs which once had its fair share of admiring stares now only received disgusted side glances in its dilapidated state. Having been neglected by the community and shrouded with mystery as rumours made their rounds about the dark origins of its structure. Soon Ivy clambered up its walls, paint peeled off to reveal mould which silently invaded the walls of the house, shattered windows having not been replaced, the lawn a riot of wild plants and the odd puddle gathering in the corners of the corridor.

The figure gave a short glower at the degraded state of his temporary base. His instincts screaming, itching with a fever, to bring up the hygiene to acceptable rates. However, he knew if he performed such an error his position would be compromised after all the whole point of his base being here was the fact it seemed deserted. But he could only revel in the comfort of being able to return to his humble abode than this mortifying pretence of a settlement. He just had one job left and then he could return to his home- clean home.

Switching to a brisk run down the street, completely barren of cars or a warm neighbourhood, to a covert corner surrounded by a forest of willows, their low-hanging branches drenched with water. Moving the cleverly used shrubbery to the side, the car was an average size, with a matt black finish yet it had no noticeable features other than a unique number plate.

Quickly storing away his bag with files and laptop he kept the suitcase next to him on the passenger seat. The car was completely inconspicuous, as it was the most popular currently in the market, and it did not seem to be fast however it could escape a difficult situation relatively easily.

His next target was a man by the name of Grisha Yeager. Raised by his mother, who was a widow when her husband died tragically in a car accident, and now married for the second time to Carla Yeager when his first wife went missing. Born in a small hospital now no longer functioning he works for Life Giver, a pharmaceutical company, who has been funding his research for over a decade with no astounding results.

Having picked up drinking at the five-year mark and now diagnosed with anxiety and stress related mental problems his value to Life Giver has considerably fallen. Not to add his recent mismanagement with anger, having been forced to leave his workspace when caught assaulting a co-worker when they commented on his downfall and need to look after his health.

All in all Grisha Yeager is to be disposed of. His contributions to the company have been phenomenal while they lasted but all good things needed to come to an end and the Yeager's legacy was no exception. That was Levi's job- Levi Ackerman.

The rain did not let down as Levi drove to Grisha's house, stopping by a remotely hidden area surrounded by shrubbery and silent houses. A few metres away from his targets house just in case, someone was to look outside their window.

Unlocking his suitcase Levi sprayed some chemicals onto a handkerchief and folded it carefully into his pocket, used to the dampness of his suit now, tucking the handgun, with the silencer clicked into place, in a holster by his side for easy access. Making sure everything was orderly once more he clicked the case close and made his way to the house.

From his knowledge, Grisha did not own any dog so he easily threw his suitcase over the wooden fence separating the vacant street and his backyard. With one powerful jump, some strain on his arms, twisting of his hips and deep huff of air he pulled himself over the fence.

Gathering his suitcase he immediately put his hands to work on unlocking the living room window, having already studied the layout of his victims home he now knew the exact sequence of events which would follow, having planned them out thoroughly with multiple revisions. It was perfect.

Placing his suitcase down on the carpet he readied the cloth in his pocket and waited patiently in the blind stop of anyone entering from the front door. He flicked his wrist to reveal his watch, specifically designed to withstand the pressure of being in a vacuum and being able to calculate the time down to the millisecond if he wanted. In his mind, a monochrome ticked away with the clock on his wrist as he patiently counted the seconds as they passed knowing exactly when to kick into action.

An audible click of the front door timed exactly when Levi was dropping his hand to the side ready for action. A pair of footsteps echoed in the room and paused in front of Levi's hiding spot, exactly where he wanted his victim. Just perfect.

With a firm grip, he used his free hand to wrap around his victim's neck and proceed to constrict his airflow. His other hand swooping to his victim's mouth a second later, knowing that Grisha was trying to take deep lungs of air to keep conscious.

Letting his grip on Grisha's neck slacken slightly to allow the chemical on the cloth to be properly inhaled Levi felt Grisha's body become heavier as all his strength left him. In the struggle, Levi was forcefully pushed against the wall repeatedly and he had to admit the man as some strength behind his overworked body.

Smiling at the limp body on the floor Levi opened his suitcase and pulled on some gloves. Pulling out a bottle of pills, specifically, something called Atratosine or Moon Rock as dubbed on the street and placed the bottle on the table opening the cap also placing it on the side. Pulling out the syringe and carefully he pushed the needle by the man's hairline and pushed the plunger. Grisha's body spasmed slightly by still remained debilitated.

Carefully Levi dragged the now corpse to the table and dumped him onto the chair. Frowning at the corpse's posture he altered the stature slightly to make it seem more natural. Quickly Levi started to look around for any evidence he could have left behind, for instance, the window which he now locked from the inside.

All he need was to find a glass with his victim's prints on them and then it would be perfect. Levi could just imagine the autopsy: the victim overdosed on the substance made of Doctensin and Neuthacin or commonly known as Atratosine, which he was access to as his job as a Doctor demands he works with such materials. His medical recorded show that he was vulnerable to such addiction due to erratic behaviour and mental issues. It was perfect.

With the suitcase in hand, Levi sauntered to the kitchen and grabbed the unwashed grey glass Grisha always used. Turning on the tap Levi paused. Is that whimpering...?

Levi turned the tap on once more and kept his ears open for the almost unnoticeable whimpering coming from the wooden cabinet under the sink. Levi placed his suitcase on the ground soundlessly, keeping the tap running to cover any sound he might make. With one fell swoop, Levi grasped the handle of the cabinet, the brass knob coming loose off its screws, and slammed it open. His astute grey eyes studied the dark deeps of the tight space only to pause when he saw some grey crumpled fabric come to view. His first instinct was to recoil and drown whatever crippled beast hidden from his sight in a brutal glare.

However when a pair of delicate baby-soft feeble hands decorated with black and brown smudges of dirt, chained together with thick rusted metal handcuffs with red rings around the area which they rested on, reached out to caress the thin air as Levi backed away from the gesture.

Levi turned the tap off and waited for the mystery character to show him or herself. The assassin was not prepared to touch such a filthy character without any protection, luckily he was already donning a pair of latex gloves from having used the chemicals to clean his fingerprints off the body. A violent cough and low decaying gasp escaped from the cupboard as a brown blur fell out to the kitchen floor.

Levi watched in sick fascination as the small body greedily heaved in lungfuls of air, grasping its hand at its chest as if to support its quivering body.

The child was young, more on the lanky side with a large crumpled grey shirt reaching to its thigh. As the body shrivelled up into a defensive ball the shirt rode upwards to reveal more skin, it was stark naked underneath.

Levi furrowed his eyebrows, he was never attracted to someone and never thought of involving himself with anyone so he labelled himself asexual from then on. It was a running joke in the organisation he was from, where his lover was a myth and the day he was to take a lover would be the day everything would go to hell. How did he know this after all no one had to guts to crack the joke in his vicinity? Well, he wouldn't be second in command for the organisation if his monitoring and wiretapping skills were down the drain. Even if they were all trustworthy people blackmail material was always welcome in Levi's books.

However he was morbidly curious about the child, it seemed to be a girl, the long brown hair tangled and spiking at odd angles like a unpruned hedge, but Levi was an observant man and knew the child was a male, the subtle difference not escaping the harsh clutches of his attention.

Levi waited for the child to catch his breath, patience wearing thin at every pathetic wheeze he heard. He was tempted to end the boy's life right there like he should have done according to protocol, but he was bored, the previous kill having been too perfect for his tastes. Craving a slight change Levi moved silently to place the glass of water onto the table near the dead body.

Coming back into the living room he saw the boy now huddled into a ball but his head bravely, but guardedly glanced around in fear and wonder.

"You done now, Shitty Brat?" Levi drawled, his voice low and rich like a thick smog flooding the silence with tempting honeyed concern.

The boy seemed to jerk away, his limbs flailing around as he tried to stand only to fall flat on his face with his backside high in the air once again flashing Levi with a bold view of tan skin dusted in a thin sheen of bronze. But it was ruined by the dust and soot which he adorned in smudged patches.

Embarrassment clear in the loud gasp which escaped the boy, he quickly collected himself, a thin coating of rouge painting his cheeks. Levi had no interest in why the kid was in the cupboard or his relation to Levi's target but he decided to humour the kid anyway.

"Sorry." Like a broken record player with a grating quality rang out into the room he coughed out dryly and reached for a glass and filled it with water. Levi waited more, choosing the watch the boy's stature. His shouldered were hunched together making himself as small as possible, he moved slowly with measured steps and glanced repeatedly around as if to check if he would be scolded as if knowing each step could lead to his doom. Taking light sips of the water then when not stopped he took larger more eager gulps as if having travelled the desert without hydration. After his third cup, he stopped and placed the glass away on the countertop.

"Are you my father's friend...?" Levi raised an eyebrow, the child seemed quite unguarded having not even looked into Levi's eyes when talking to him as if strangers were a daily occurrence in the house.

Levi stepped further into the kitchen, the boy took a shaky step back, his orbs watching Levi's feet as they moved closer. With more firm steps Levi ended up cornering the child, the assassin taking pleasure in how the boy's body seemed to quake like a leave in the wind. Leaning in, his mouth zoning in on the child's ear as Levi breathed hotly into his ear.

"I'm less a friend more a killer Shitty brat." Continuing with an eerie lightness in his voice, as if sharing a joke. Levi could practically feel the boy shaking more violently from a distance but he still took joy in the reveal. Pulling back to inspect the fear-ridden features the boy would take up. Levi could feel his heart beat rapidly in his chest, his mind swimming in addicting euphoria as he mentally prepared himself for the child's panicked visage yet eyes highlighted with loathing.

"Thank you..." The boy's voice soft, like a forbidden melody lost by humans but sung by angels. Levi's mind broke as if a system failure had occurred in his programming which could not comprehend the results.

The boy's roseate lips broadened into a gratified smile as his eyes glossed over only to overflow with raw hot tears. Levi was instantly drawn into the boy's eyes. Oh, you have got to be shitting me! Such a shade, colour, hue whatever you want to bloody call it should not exist... Shards of a broken vivid emerald soul crushed together with firey innocence which took on the physical form of golden flicks burned all coherent thoughts that Levi could form.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," the boy's chants grew louder, his voice ringing with increasing regard and newfound devotion. Levi still trying to process the new information could not stop the boy from reaching out to pull himself into a light embrace, his chained hands not allowing any deeper more attached gesture. Snapping out his stupor Levi watched tears start to stain his white shirt as the boy's hands crumpled his crease-free shirt only to add brown smudges into the mix.

"Don't touch me with those filthy hands." As if scathed by Levi's harsh words the boy reluctantly uprooted himself from the warm yet awkward embrace, a gesture he had not indulged in for many days since his mother left the house.

"I'm sorry," Levi had to admit the child had very good diction and manners unlike some brats in his organisation, "I'll get the knife..."

Carefully the boy climbed onto the counter top and grabbed a small kitchen knife from its place in a wooden block. With the blade close to his hand and handle held onto tightly to keep the blade stable. Levi started at the weapon and furrowed his eyebrows but did not make a move to do anything yet in favour of watching the following events with rapt attention.

"When you are happy, tell me to stop." Levi felt the boy's iridescent angelic eyes leave him to focus on the blade which he now single-handedly plunged into his skin. Blood started to accumulate along the edge of the blade and Levi lunged forward to pull the blade out of the boy's hands. But the damage was already done and now the boy watched in confusion as Levi washed the offending weapon in the sink and wipe it clean of any evidence of blood.

Levi was not anger, no, he was furious. He could feel his blood start to boil and seethe under his skin, his eyes having adopted a threatening flash of promised pain. With a quick pull, the boy found his injured arm gripped tightly by his saviour. With a mixture of confusion and something akin to awe, he watched as gunmetal orbs glowered with a searing reprimand. "Never do that again Shitty brat." The promise of something worse underlying in his words. The boy hesitantly nodded.

"Your name?" The boy tried to ignore the pain which permitted from the painful grip his saviour held him in and concentration on those eyes which seemed to open him like a scalpel in the hands of a dangerous man.

"Eren Jaeger..." He answered softly.

"You, Eren Jaeger, are now my property and I don't like damaged goods. So be a good boy and never do that again or I will do something worse," Eren did not show any indication of a response so Levi decided on a softer approach, "I save you Eren..." Eren seemed to respond immediately as Levi pulled off his latex glove, pocketing it, and reached forward to caress the side of the boy's face. Such smooth skin and warm to the touch, Levi was sure he had just touched a unworldly being. Eren consciously leant into the touch, unashamed of the intimacy of the feeling only revelling in the addicting gentleness.

"It was your father who hurt you," Eren nodded, "chained you," one more nod but more firm this time, "he was a bad man was he not?" Eren could not stop the hum which erupted from his throat.

"I saved you and now you belong to me." Eren still quite young, not understanding the consequences of Levi's words just nodded along with the man's rich soothing voice which seemed to smooth over all his doubts.

"Good..." Levi pulled the boy's hand which had the cut to his lips and dragged his heated tongue over the wound, cleaning it of blood. Eren watch mesmerised by the display, not being able to control the reddening of his cheeks.

Using his other hand Levi felt his blazer pocket and drew out a leather pouch. He undid the string and revealed strange titanium tools. Picking out one tool Levi twisted Eren's hand, his grip and hold more gentle than before, to address the chains on Eren's hands.

"This is a tension wrench," Levi pointed out seeing the flicker of curiosity in Eren's alluring eyes, "Put a bit of pressure then put in the Pick." Levi continued and let go of Eren's hand to use the Pick on the lock. Eren's hands seemed to flatter so Levi gave a sharp stare, "Keep your hands stead Shitty brat." Eren once again jerked at the insult but bared through it by biting his lip and fisting his hands as if to stop the shaking.

Levi started to move the Tension wrench with a practised wriggle and in a few seconds came a deafening click. The lock unbuckling at Eren's hands like magic. Overcome by gratitude and amazement Eren launched from the countertop into Levi's now ready arms, the assassin having now predicted Eren's likely urge to indulge in as much affection not that Levi was to deny it.

"Let's get out of here Shitty brat." Eren nodded but frowned when Levi pushed him away. Placing the instruments away carefully and tying the leather pouch Levi pocketed them and removed his blazer only to wrap it round Eren. The boy's cheeks blossomed into a uncorrupted blush.

Levi had to admit he was glad he didn't kill the kid. He got a personal servant, toy and a loyal companion. All the boy needed was training. "Don't lose my equipment Shitty brat or I'll leave you here." Eren nodded frantically and allowed an untainted smile to erupt on his lips when Levi grabbed him by the waist into a large hug, though clumsy, it was a new home for Eren.

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