"Boss!"

The heavy wooden door swung open and a man stood in the doorway, looking frazzled. His hair was disheveled and his uniform was disorderly.

"Boss! We finally caught her!" A dark eyebrow arched up as his inferior relayed the news. The chair behind the large oak desk spun around, revealing the boss of RECON. He stood up, adjusting his vest, running a hand through his dark locks.

"Bring her to my room." For the past month, everyone in the bar that the boss had owned had been disappearing for some strange reason. The bar, called SCOUT, was the most popular in all of Maria. It was a fairly large town, but SCOUT was the hot spot for everyone. However, slowly, the patrons were dwindling in numbers, the reason unknown. However, Rivaille had an idea of what was going on.

It wasn't the first time a bar had gone out of business. Five bars from all over Maria had been targeted, and one thing between them was the clientele who stopped frequenting them; they were all male. It was the first thing that struck the twenty three year old as odd. Being the boss of one of the most influential mafia groups in Maria, he had the bars investigated.

Witnesses all say that a certain green-eyed fancy lady had wooed them all away. He figured that sooner or later the prostitute would strike his very own turf, and it was only a matter of time before she did.

Rivaille strode down the hallway, cigar in his mouth. His vest suit was in flawless condition as always; there was not a blemish on his shiny shoes either. Finally he reached the door to his room and opened the large door inside.

His subordinates had tied the girl up so her hands and wrists were behind her back, and she looked like a mess. It seems as of his faithful inferiors had a bit too much fun with her…wait…

Rivaille walked closer to the girl and kneeled, who had a quite angry face. Her eyebrows were furrowed to a point where her dark gaze might have burned a hole in the wall. But that didn't faze the RECON boss.

"Boss! We finally caught the vixen! She made a mistake coming onto our turf, right boss?" Rivaille shot him a glare which made the other male squeak with fear. He let out a small grown and straightened back up.

"When was the last time ya fuckers had you're eyes checked, huh?" The men in the room were a bit stunned by his words. "All of ya'll get th' fuck outta here and take an eye test, you blind scum. You're and eyesore." A bit confused, they all walked out of the room with their heads down and their tails between their legs.

Rivaille locked the door and went back to the prostitute and knelt down again. He reached to grab onto her hair roughly and ripped the long brunette wig off. "Well then, what shall I do with ya, cross dresser?"

The girl, who was actually a grown man, spat in Rivaille's face. "Untie me you fucking bastard!" Well that didn't make the boss very happy. He took a deep breath and stood up. He stretched a little before raising his leg and sending a swift and hard kick to the man's face, sending a tooth flying and blood splattering on the hardwood floor. The young man cried out and hissed at the pain.

"Unless ya gain some fucking manners and realize what kinda position you're in, I suggest ya shut tha' trap of yours." Rivaille grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the saliva off of his face. The young man remained silent. "That's a good boy." He took a deep breath from his cigar and blew it in the cross dresser's face. The green eyed make coughed a bit from the smoke.

"Now tell me, kid. What're ya doin' on my turf and takin' my customers?" Silence. "Oi, oi, you want me to send another tooth flying? Ya got plenty of them pearly whites." Rivaille bent back down so their faces were eye-to-eye. "Or…" His hand roughly grabbed the other's wrist, looking intently at the fingers. "Shall I cut these off instead?"

"Fuck you! I didn't do anything wrong! Those fuckers wanted to play with me; what's wrong with that?" The boss looked down at the young man. He was wearing a very short and glittery dress. He assumed the bar was padded and stuffed with socks or something because his chest was quite a sight. His legs were lean and slim, easily mistakes for a woman's. The high heels also added to his attire quite well. If he had known any better, he might have been wooed by him.

"Oh really? Then fine. But there's a problem, ya know." The man stood up, cracking his neck a bit. "I lost a bit of credibility ya know. It shows that my bar could be easily targeted again, and that's not good. Ya should know that, right?" There was only silence and a disgusted glare from the young man. "What's you're name kid?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." A smirk spread across both of their faces, but one of them received another harsh blow from black shiny shoes, sending a couple more teeth flying. "Ack…ugh…fuck…it's Eren…" The boy admitted, his sharp glare never losing its edge.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Rivaille grabbed the man's chin and kept their gazes focused on each other. "I kinda like ya, Eren. Ya got balls…which is kind of a disappointment." He let go of him and took another puff. "I was hoping I would catch the hot vixen and show her who's the real boss around here." He glanced back at the cross dresser. "It's a shame ya don't got a tight pussy."

Rivaille took the cigar out from his mouth and walked towards the door.

"Hey, you're not going to leave me here, are you, bastard?" Sharp gray hues met dark emerald ones. The boss turned back around and opened there.

"Of course not, m'lady. Ya just sit there and wish ya were born with real tits and a nice little hole for me to fuck ya with." Rivaille smirked. "I've never fucked a guy before…maybe you'll be my first."