I must apologize for posting the final chapter so late, but it is here now! This is the last chapter of of this series, and I wanted to thank you all for coming with me on this journey. It was a lot of fun to write this, so I hope you enjoy this as well as my other series. Look forward to more in the future!

~Ichi

"You…live here?"

The green eyed teen nodded, clasping on to a gentle hand. Eren watched as his sister admired the place with awe. She had never seen anything so beautifully decorated (neither had Eren before he first came here) so her fingers shamelessly traced along the white molding on the walls. It was much more lavish than any hotel they'd ever stayed at, and Mikasa grew a little jealous. Her cheeks were tinted pink.

"It's nice." She said, squeezing his hand tight as they walked through the hallway. Eren told the boss leader to keep his men out of sight as to not scare or worry his sister. It was seemingly empty and quiet, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "So…this man…" She began, stopping to look him in the eye. "You like him?" The teen blushed, nodding sheepishly. "Does he like you?" Eren blinked. Well the man had never said the words aloud, he was sure Rivaille did. Otherwise he wouldn't have come to save him nor would he have…slept with him…right?

Before he could respond, Mikasa spoke once more. "If he hurts you, then you need to leave." She said, giving him a firm gaze that hinted that she would probably take the matter into her own hands if something ever happened between the two males.

"Don't worry, Mikasa. He's not like that." Eren promised his sister before bringing her into Rivaille's room where he was seated on a chair, sipping tea and reading a book. Two sets of dark eyes met, glaring at each other. They didn't move; only stared. Suddenly Eren worried that his sister would not approve.

A few more seconds passed before the man sat his book and cup down and walked over to them. Despite his cool outer shell, he was extremely nervous. This was Eren's sister; if he didn't win her approval now…he didn't even want to imagine what would happen. Mikasa blinked. "He's short."

Oh that annoyed Rivaille, but he wasn't going to say anything. He gave her appearance one more look over, noting how she was only wearing tight black capri pants and a sports bra. That was no proper attire for a woman to meet a stranger. "Aren't you cold?" He asked merely out of curiosity before going over to his closet, pulling out a crisp dress shirt for her to wear.

Now coming into this situation, Mikasa was not entirely keen with the idea of her baby brother having a lover at his age. In fact, she was praying, hoping that this man had an excuse to be beat up so they could leave quickly and Eren could be safe from his filthy grasp. But from the pristine rooms to the kind gesture, she was having a hard time trying to do so.

Noting her attire, and her chiseled abs, Rivaille assumed the girl was a fighter of sorts. She had calloused fingers and bruises on her pale skin. With a smirk, he walked past them, gesturing for them to follow. Being the boss of a quite violent mafia, he needed to keep in shape if he wanted to assert his power to other bosses. That being said, what was a base without a state-of-the-art fitness room.

When the three of them entered, he heard the gasps from them as they saw all of the equipment. A sly smile spread across his lips as he walked into the open matted area, unbuttoning his shirt and folding it neatly before placing it to the side. They both blinked. He pointed a finger at his sister, gesturing her to come forward.

"You're a fighter." He stated nonchalantly. "I didn't even need to see your toned body to know that." He said, stretching a bit as she came forward, not knowing what he had in mind. "Fight me." He said, putting himself in a comfortable sparring stance, rolling his neck a bit. Mikasa only blinked and stared before she too assumed a fighting stance.

"W-wait, is this n-necessary?" Eren said nervously, not knowing what was going on. Was this really happening? The last thing he wanted was for the both of them to fight, but this was worse than he imagined. But they ignored him and began to spar, throwing kicks and punches.

Eren had never seen his sister fight before, so watching her muscles move with such fluidity and seeing how truly strong she was made the teen's eyes go wide. And to think that she was keeping up with Rivaille…she's amazing!

The boss sent a few hard attacks against her sides, careful not to hit her face. She was quite pretty…it would be a shame to see it all scarred and bruised. He could feel them connect and he knew she was feeling a bit of pain, but Mikasa came back just as hard, not missing a beat. It truly impressed the older male.

After ten minutes he could sense that she was a bit tired. Rivaille didn't even want to imagine how long she could go for. He stopped her punch with one hand and gave her a look, which she recognized easily. Thankfully he didn't sweat that much or he'd have to take a shower. Grabbing a towel from a rack near a window, he tossed one to Mikasa, wiping himself with the other. Then came his shirt which he buttoned back on and left the room.

Eren was glad they didn't seem to angry at each other, following them both like a lost and confused puppy. They didn't speak, but seemed to know exactly what each other was thinking. As he entered the room again, he saw they were both seated with cups of tea.

"Tea?" Eren blinked. First they were fighting then they were having cup of tea? Did he miss something along the way. Rivaille blinked back.

"Tea's good for the body. It soothes the muscles, especially after a work out." He said it like it was completely obvious and everyone knew it was true. Eren felt like he was left in the dark. He sat down next to the older male, leaning against him with a sigh. This was too much for one day and he needed a nap.

Sure enough, the teen was fast asleep, snoring lightly against Rivaille. He looked down at the male in his arms, a small smile across his lips as he set his cup down, reaching for a blanket to lay over the tired boy. Once he was settled, Rivaille glanced at the girl, who wasn't too happy at how close they were. He took a deep breath.

"I know you don't just approve of me yet, and that's fine." His dark hues met her own, unwavering. "As time goes on, I'd like for you to eventually trust me." She didn't move. "You're welcome to stay here, free of charge." Her eyes widened. "Eren's worried about your fighting in the ring. I know I have no say in this matter, and you should probably talk with your brother about it, but," He took a moment to pause. "I'm willing to be your financial support. I have plenty of rooms for the two of you. I'd hate for you two to keep living on the streets any longer." Silence from the girl made Rivaille continue his little speech. "Maybe you two can go to school or get a job, or just laze around here. I don't mind." She looked like a rock, unmoving. "You don't have to believe me just yet, but I do…care for Eren. You have my word."

Honestly, she had never heard such kind words spoken to her or her brother. Their entire lives were all about surviving, doing anything they could to have a loaf of bread or sleep in a warm place. A lot of times that wasn't the case. They never had a place they could truly call "home." But with this man, it was almost as if he was forcing himself into their lives. He was willing to take on their burdens and give them everything they needed, and more (She honestly loved that fitness room…she could spend days in it). And to think that he truly cared for her baby brother was something she wasn't quite ready to hear.

Even so, it would suffice…for now. She walked over, watching her little brother's sleeping face. A small smile spread across her pink lips and she leaned down, placing a protective kiss on his forehead. After ruffling his brown locks, she stood up and nodded to the male before moving to leave the room. "I'll…be back." She said before leaving the room as if she was never there in the first place.

When she left, he relaxed a bit more, one arm wrapped protectively around the sleeping teen. Gazing up at the ceiling, a gentle smile spread on his face. His sister was nice…strong. She must have protected him throughout their entire lives. She loved the boy just as much as he did, probably more. The girl might not trust her yet, but he was willing to show her just how much he cared for the teen.

And it made him laugh, chest heaving as he did so. He'd never picture himself in love…if that was this was called. He didn't think he'd allow himself to get close to someone, or the other way around. The teen had something special…brought something deep out of him. It was surprising….refreshing actually.

But perhaps it was exactly what he needed. Being tethered down by an empty heart and a lack of emotions may have been sufficient for the past, but now that the green eyed boy was in his life, he found a new anchor. And he didn't want to drift off into a dark an unknown abyss. Eren was safety. Maybe he was a bit childish about not wanting to delve and explore, but he didn't care. Why not have a mix of adulthood and immaturity? There were no laws against it. His crew didn't seem to care; as long as their boss was happy, he guessed.

Rivaille's eyelids closed, leaning his head against the teen's as wariness began to wash over him. He could have sworn he felt another body resting against the teen, but it easily slipped his mind as sleep overcame him.

He felt like he had become a part of their family…and he quite liked it. Irwin was the closest thing he had to family, and he could relate to the sibling's past. It was almost identical to his own. It wasn't pity he felt for them…it was something a bit deeper.

Rivaille couldn't quite put a finger on it.

But the word drifted through his dreams.

He slept peacefully.