Declaimer: I do not claim Pandora Hearts, if I did...than...well only us fangirls would know
Authors Note: Hello people! This is my first Elliot and Leo story! And yes dammit this is MY story, the sister has nothing to do with this! Hahahhahah! ANYWAY! I am planning to put chapters to this, so don't go crazy if it doesn't make since. It is all about the Leo and Elliot pairing with plenty of fluff and love. This is a Alternate Universe because Elliots siblings are not dead, and there might be some OOC in it. Also, at some point, there will be a OC but there will not be any interference with the original pairing. Please enjoy ^v^
P.S; This chapter is more as a introduction, so if it is confusing, please bare with me. SPOILER for chapter 58...Oh no! 0n0
Full Summery This is taking place after the Glen controlling Leo thing(making up my own ending) and everything back to normal(Just guessing because I have no idea how Pandora Hearts ends...yet.). Leo is still devastated from his best friends death...Elliot is actually still alive in a coma. Once he finally wakes up, Leo is overjoyed and now hopes for forgiveness...create a better relationship and become closer...admit their dieing love for each other...lives could have peace for once...The Nightrays are not too happy about it, especially sense they discover their beloved Elliot is gay and still has Leo as his servant(which they do not like Leo because of what he has done.)So Duke Nightray makes Elliot make a decision. Blah Blah Blah...Elliot and Leo are forced apart...A new servant is assigned...will the two lovers ever get together again? O.O
Prologue
"Humpty Dumpty, I reject you." the husky voice of it's contractor breathed in exhaustion.
His body shook with unbearable misery, bleeding heavily from multiple wounds. The blurry vision came in waves as the weak teen tried to keep his eyes open. Darkness, coming like a evil shadow ready to eat, slowly consumed his inner being. Forcing the death to drain any life from his weeping soul. The blinding pain overwhelmed him, to the point where it was impossible to breath and he just wanted to give up. The ghostly grasp of death was hanging heavily over the him, every valuable second slowly slipping away. He tried to look away from the incoming blackness, desperately searching towards a figure in front of him. Too weak to cry out , he tried to lift his hand and reach to the other. But the heavy burden of death weighed on him and forced him down. The last thing he saw was the petrified look of his servant yelling out to him. But all he could hear was a mumbled blur and with that, his vision finally disappeared into nothing.
The ringing screeches of the ugly creature above him boomed in the atmosphere as it cried in pain. Its blob like form wiggled and squirmed as it slowly died, the room shaking from its loud bellows. The alarming noise that came from it blocked the cries of any other voice. Below the dieing form, the limp body of the once loved friend stayed still. He continued to bleed with no life showing in his pale face. His bloody hand laid lifeless beside his stained sword, almost like a murder scene. Not fare from his body, another male sat stoned. He clumsily moved to his feet and raced the the deceased swordsman. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest, his breath hitched with grief. He screamed out the others name, over and over again. Shaking the body of his lost friend, he desperate wanted him to wake up. But still the noble did not move, his face stuck in a death expression. The servant could not breath, let alone bare the excruciating pain that came from his chest. He cried and cried, gripping the others shirt and burred his face into the bloody cloths. Heavy tears streamed down, stinging his face that cringed with sorrow. Already, he wanted him back, to open those eyes. He begged for him to hug him back and give him warmth. But still the empty body did not move let alone give warmth. Never did the shorter teen feel so alone, so empty. How neglected he felt from just seeing how his partner died, suffering in front of him. The sharp claws of loneliness seemed to rip his heart out at that moment. Filling him with the suffocating smoke of quilt that blinded him with uncertainty. His depressed sobs came deep from his body, hurting him with every gasp. The sadness was so sinister, it seemed the choke him. His body shook from this pain but he continued to cry on his lost friend. The sound of footsteps didn't seem to pass his ears as more people came from his calls. They all stared stunned and unsure what to do as they watched. It only happened for only a few painful minutes and already, they loss a close friend. They all lost Elliot.
Author's Note: Yes, this is very short but if gives a setting of what happened before my story. If you continue to read, I promise that it will get much better and longer! And I know this isn't exactly like chapter 58 but I made some things up to make it more tragic. Please read further, the story gets more enjoyable later on in the chapters, it just goes slow at first.
