A/N: thank you to my beta testers so much with out them my fic would of ended up looking like crap and unappealing.
So as you may see the rating went from T to M we'll because there will be smut in the close future!
Without a further ado here is chapter two!
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Eren liked the state he was in. He was always in bliss when he felt the presence of Rivaille close by. The touch he gave when he held Eren's face as the other applied the necessities to the star's face.
"There, you're done brat." Rivaille said as he lifted his fingers from Eren's face. Still feeling the prescience of Rivaille's long slender fingers, Eren opened his eyes with a sigh.
"Thanks Rivaille." He said as he casts his eyes downward, in which he decides in getting up from his seat in the chair.
"Whatever, it's my job." The make-up artist said as he took off his apron, putting it up on the wooden stand where his black jacket hanged. Grabbing it while heading for the door, "Wait!" He heard the brunette yell from behind him.
Letting go of the door handle, slowly turning around to face Eren's composed face. "What is it?" He said to Eren, now wondering what he wants.
"Uh, never mind, it's nothing. Good night Rivaille." Eren said as he looked at Rivaille who gave him an annoyed look. 'What is he doing?'
'Why did I call him?' He thought as he stood watching Rivaille who still hasn't left.
"You sure Eren?" He said while looking at the boy.
"Yeah I'm sure, see you tomorrow Rivaille." Eren said as he walked past the elder of the two.
Leaving him behind Eren walkers out of his dressing room to find Armin. 'Why is everything so hard in life. Why am I even here?' He sighs as he thinks this as he walks down the hall. "Huh, How did I do today Mom?" he says out loud as he finds his friend at the end of the hall.
"Hey Eren, are you going to the after party, or are you going to go home?" Armin says as he is greeted by a smile and a wave from the star.
"I think I'll just go home, I'm pretty exhausted from today's performance." The brunette says as he rubs the back of his neck.
"Okay let me call the driver to come around to the 'secret' exit." Armin said as he pulled out his IPhone and pressed the driver's number.
"Thank you Armin." Eren told his friend.
"And please tell Mikasa I'll call her tomorrow."
"Sure." The blond said as he pressed the piece of technology to his ear.
"Thanks Armin, I'll see you later," He said as he turned his back to go meet the driver that will take him home.
"I'm home." The voice said. Waiting for a response that was only met with silence as he walked into his home. Walking down the hall from the front door. He stops infront of the pictures that are placed on top of the glass stand.
"Hey Mom."
Looking at the picture in front of him, he looks at the picture of his mother and him. His mother's smile so warm and loving. Her eyes so filled with love for her child that is in her arms.
"Mom," He says as he holds the picture in his slightly trembling hands. "Mom," pHolding back the sob he's trying to contain that is trying to force itself to make it out of his throat.
"Mom, I'm so tired of pretending..." Trying so hard not to spill any tears from his face. "Why is everything so hard, I... I..." He cries as tightens his grip on the picture of his mother.
"I just want to be with you Mom! Why?! Why?! Why we're you so persistent to go to the market that day?!" Eren shouts at the picture of his mother.
"I know I got upset and destroyed most of the food you made for dinner!, but you didn't need to go out when I didn't even get to say goodbye to you!"
"If I knew my last words to you were 'I don't care, just leave!' I would of chosen to not say that!"
No longer holding back, he lets the tears flow down his now moist face. His heart was in so much pain. He let out all the pent up frustration and sadness he held in his heart.
"Why?! Why didn't I go with you?! I should've gone with you! Damn it! If I went you could still been alive, and I could be the one dead!" He yells, tears rushing down his face. It hurts, it hurts so much.
"They could of shot me instead of you!"
"Why did they have to murder you..." He questions as he looks down at the photo.
"Please... Please... Mom... I need you to come back and help me stand on my own two feet. I need someone to tell me it's going to be alright..." Legs now failing him as he fell to the floor with the photo in his hand.
"I'm so tired Mom," He says as his eyes start to close ever so slightly.
"I hate singing... But I only do it for you, Mom..."
"and to find the killers that killed you..." He says as he mumbles his last words before sleep over took his body.
"...and kill them..."
"It's okay now..."
"Mom!?"
"I'll always be here to support you..."
"...what..."
"I'll take care of you now..."
"But you're not here,"
"I am, and I love you..."
"You're not my mother are you?"
"No, but I have always cared about you, and will forever, love you"
"W-who are you?! If you really care about be why don't show me who you are!"
"You'll find me soon..."
"Wait! Come back!..."
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