The sun was just about to set when you finished your loaf of bread. Rivaille stood up and dusted himself off, and gestured for you to follow him. You also stood up and wiped away the bread crumbs on your dress.You followed him to an entrance of a cellar. He opened up the doors and went inside. You followed him in, and your mouth went wide open. The cellar was immaculate. The little window it had was polished so well that it looked transparent. The stone floor was clean and it seemed that no dirt had ever touched anything in the room. In a corner stood a small bedside table and a sleeping mat. It was folded neatly, and a small drawer held perfectly folded clothing. You walked around the small room, gawking at everything.
"Are you done yet?" You suddenly remembered that Rivaille was the one who cleaned this place. He was leaned on a wall, where a small table held a burning candle.
"It's so clean..." you said quietly, scared that if you spoke dust would come flying everywhere. He scoffed at your comment, and began unfolding the sleeping mat. It was fairly large for such a small person, in your opinion.
"Is it okay if we share a mat?", Rivaille asked you. You nodded, it was like you guys were siblings. You were actually quite tired from the day and you sat on the mat and removed your shoes. You laid on your side, and he soon followed. You were suddenly wide awake, and unable to sleep.
"Rivaille?" he turned around so he could face you.
"Hm?" He stared at you, somewhat annoyed that he couldn't go to sleep.
"Tell me about yourself." you were unsure if he would answer or not, as you two have only known each other since today. He stared at you, and decided that he trusted you enough to tell you.
"When I was young, my parents left me on the street like your mom did to you." It took you a few minutes to absorb what he said.
"Wait, how did you know that?" He scoffed.
"I saw it." you mouthed the word "oh" and he continued. "A leader of a gang then took me in a began raising me. In the gang, it's tradition to raise a child until they're 10 and then they were released into the reality of the cruel world." you nodded, understanding what he was saying. "So, I began stealing from small shops and found this cellar and decided to live in it." you nodded once again, understanding why he did those things.
"We have a lot in common!" he looked at you questioningly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we were both left out in the streets by our parents. Then we found a person that we could call family!" his breathing stopped as soon as you said the comment. You already considered him family? You were staring at him with now fully colored, and bright [e/c] eyes. A wide smile was spread across your face, staring at Rivaille expectantly. He scoffed and turned back around. You also then turned around, and quickly fell asleep. A very small, minute smile was on his face.
"Maybe I'll take you to meet him later..." he thought to himself before blowing out the candle and falling asleep.