One Last Caress

                                    

                                          
Eren was in bad shape. It took him over a year to fully recover. He needed reconstructive surgery on his rectum and cock. After two weeks in the hospital he was sent to a rehabilitation facility. The people down at the Scout regiment told the band that their spot as house band would still be there when Eren was better. The old band decided to stay for another year to see what was going to happen to the injured drummer.
That night, as soon as Levi got in the car, he made a phone call. When the voice on the other end answered, the teen crime boss said simply, “I did it.” The phone clicked off as the call ended.
Erwin Smith waited for the teen at the hospital.  When he arrived the two walked off down a deserted looking back hall.
“Will he be found?” The detective asked. Levi looked away from those trusting blue eyes.
“Not easily.” He answered in time. Erwin's large hand fell to the boys shoulder, Levi winced. He didn’t even know where all of is injuries were. He had only one focus during the fight and that was to kill his uncle.
“How badly hurt are you?” the tall man asked. The crime boss shrugged.
“Not sure really. The adrenaline is still pumping.” He said honestly. Drawing in a breath, Erwin looked down at him.
“You know you're free now. Let Pixus take the gutter. Be with Eren. That kid is going to need you to keep him going.” Slowly the realization hit the smaller man. Everything he had seen. All the emotions and pain he had locked away to fight. He fell to his knees under the enormous gravity of his guilt.
Burring his head in his hands, his thin shoulders shook. The tears he had never cried in all his life spilled from him. The pain of watching his mother get beaten by her solicitors, the hunger and pain of watching her die and being alone. Kenny. Just all the pain and hate he had fostered in his nephew raged up in the broken boy now. Finally the pain of not being able to save Eren. It had been Mikasa to get him out. He, Levi, hadn’t been good enough for the boy. 
Erwin knelt before him, a light hand to his uninjured shoulder. He patted him, obviously not sure what to do for the kid. In time the tears faded away. Levi sat back on his heels. He looked anywhere but at the clear blue eyes before him.
“No. I’m the last person he needs. I couldn’t save him. It’s because of me that he is like this. I’m leaving.”  He rose slowly feeling like an old man. Pain erupted all along his body, joints cracked a bit here and there. “Is there any chance I can see him before I go?” he asked in a voice void of any emotion.
“He's still in surgery. Levi….” The teen tossed the man’s arm from his shoulder. He turned and walked away. Stopping to say over his shoulder.
“Keep an eye on him Erwin. From time to time an unknown number will call you, just tell me how he's doing.” He turned away not waiting for an answer.
“I will.” With that Levi Ackerman left. He walked out of his own life.
Now after a year and a half of pain, humiliation and struggle, Eren Yeager was whole once more, physically. Erwin had told him about Levi leaving. Had explained how injured and defeated the boy was.
“But he left me?” Eren cried into the mans wide chest. Erwin had kept his word, he visited Eren every day. At first the calls came every other day. Erwin would answer. There would be no voice on the other end. He would tell the void how Eren was doing that day, then there would be a click and the call would end. Once Eren was on the mend the calls came less frequent, once a week, once every other week, once a month, once every other month. 
Now Erwin told Eren he hadn't received a call in nearly three months. “He never talks, never tells me where he is or how he is doing. I only know that he is alive.” He explained.