Dancing With Death (Eren x Levi)

2.

Levi pov.
He stepped out of the black Lamborghini. A cheap was heard behind him, telling him it was locked. He was now dressed in a black suit. His polished shoes making a tapping sound on the marble flooring. Hanji or as he liked to call her shitty glasses, has suggested this meeting. She said that it was important. He had doubted that is was, for she once called a meeting due to the lack of ice cream in the freezer. But she had reassured him that it was needed.
He walked up to the large oak doors that led to meeting room. He opened it and slowly walked inside. He looked at the table. Only 2 seats where filled. One holding overly excited betta with Burnett hair that was pulled into a messy bun, she was wearing a white lab coat with a pair of goggles resting around her neck. Across from her was her mate, Erwin.
When he entered the room, both turned to look at him. Hanji had a huge smile on her face. She spoke up, "How was the trip boss?"
"Boring as ever shitty glasses," I responded.
"Awwww come on it was France." She complained.
"I know."
I walked over to the head of the table and sat down in the big leather seat. "So, what the hell did you want to talk about?" I ask in an irritated tone.
"Wellll," she said drawing out the 'L' longer than needed. "I think we need more security."
Erwin scoffed at her suggestion. "Yha, that why we have the best security in the world." He looked at her with a look of 'Are you high or just stupid?'
"Not that kind of security."
"Then what?"
"Im talking about cyber security."
"Don't we already have that?" I ask.
She turns her head towards me, her smile was gone. "We do, but it's not that good, im surprised that no one has gotten in yet." She explains.
I let no emotion make its way to my face. "So what do you suppose?" I ask.
Erwin nodded his head thoughtfully in agreement.
"I have herd word on the streets about a thief."
"Why would we need a thief, most of us are one," Erwin tells her.
"He is not just a thief, but also a hacker." She has a glint in her eyes as she looks up at us. She continues, "he is one of the best from the information i have gathered."
"And you want to see if we can contact him." I finish for her. She nods her head.
"And how do we do that?" Erwin asks her.
"Well that where it gets tricky, we have to find him."
Erwin lets out a groan in annoyance.
"But fear not, I know where his shop is!"
"What's his name?" I ask
"No one knows, he is known as Death."
"Great a mystery guy," I mumble to my self.
"Well, let's get going then," I speak up so they can hear me. They nod there heads in agreement. "Im not going to get any sleep tonight," I mumble.

Eren pov.
The streets were mostly empty at this time in the morning. The only ones who were out we're some shop owners and a few drinks from a late night of partying. He stayed mostly to the side of the road, out of the way of any drunk and horny alphas.
His outfit of black combat boots, with matching, ripped skinny jeans, his black sleeveless jacket, a black shirt that had in bold white letters that read 'Bad Influence'. His arms were raped up with black fabric (A/N I don't know what it is called)
up to his elbows. On his right shoulder he had a tattoo of a skull, the smile on it was just like his mask, for the eyes it had 2 clocks, the right one had months instead of numbers, the hand was stuck on February, the left clock was labeled in numbers by 5, the hand was stuck on 20. The date his mother was killed, February 20th.
But of course, drunk alphas always look past that and come staggering over to him.
"E-ey" one said and came over to him. Eren was surprised that he didn't trip and fall on his face.
Eren ignored him and walked faster. A loud thud was heard behind him. He looked over at the alpha who was now laying on the floor, passed out.
Eren paid no mind to him and turned right on his street. The homes were nice. If nice meant old, rundown houses with boarded up windows and chipped paint. Then yes, it was nice.
There was only one car in the driveway, a red 2005 Honda. His stepmother was home. Just his luck.
He walked up the dirt yard and stepped on the porch. The old boards creaking beneath his light weight of 89 pounds. (Be happy about your weight, you are perfect just the way you are. ❤)
He can hear the TV from where he was standing.
"You know what, how about no." He mumbles to himself, he was still recovering from last nights beating, the long jagged lines that were carved into his skin by beer bottles were not even closed yet.
He needed time to heal, not like he has anything in the house that he needed.
He could just stay in the shop for the day.
He walked off the porch and back onto the street. Heading south.
His shop used to be a small auto shop. It had one garage that was connected to the brick building. It had 3 rooms. One he used as an art studio, the second one a music room with a black piano and 2 guitars, an acoustic and electric. The third was his bedroom. He walked over to the building and grabbed his keys from his pocket, and unlocked the front door. He walked in and flicked the lights, and took off his jacket and hung it on the hook by the door. 'I'll get a quick 3-hour nap before i get to work.' (A/N when the text is like 'ABC' it is his thoughts) Heading to his bedroom with his feet shuffling from his lack of sleep. He walked in and placed his boots neatly by the door, and started unwrapping the cloth on his arms. Once he was done he looked down at his arms. Red cuts lined his wrists. Along with them were also old scars. They went up to where the cloth stopped. No one could see them.
He wondered what his alpha would think of him. Would they leave him, think of him as disgusting?
'That's if i ever find my mate.'
His bed looked worm and inviting, so he walked over and plopped on, snuggling in the fluffy blankets and pillows.
'I could just live here' it was a tempting idea, but his father would never allow that, he would hunt him down and chain him to a wall.
He then took off his mask and put it on the nightstand by the bed. It was not long till he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.