A/N: Hello! Thank you in advance for reading. Sorry if anyone here's ooc. I hope you like this fanfic.
Oh, and English is not my first language, so...
Disclaimer: I don't own Pandora Hearts or any of these characters.
"Xerxes-niisan..."
He heard a voice coming from a distance.
"Xerxes-niisan!"
He could only guess what the words said, most likely calling for him.
The voice got louder, calling his new name: Xerxes Break.
He could hear the small fast footsteps approaching, and the sound of grass crushed under them. And he could feel, through his closed eyelids, that the sun had been obscured, most likely by the figure of the girl who was looking for him.
He lazily opened his eyes to be faced by a blurry childish face. A hardly remarkable smile was formed on his tired features when he sat up.
"Miss Sincla-"
"You shouldn't be sleeping on the grass, you might catch a cold," the childish voice scolded.
His scarlet eye widened for a moment. The situation didn't follow the scenario habit carved in his memory. He was expecting a bouquet of flowers shoved into his face with a loud cheerful: "For you, Kevin!"
Now that he looked at the girl, he noticed a neat ponytail instead of short, puffy golden hair, and a pout instead if a wide smile.
That's right, she wasn't Miss Sinclair, and he wasn't Kevin anymore.
The girl, Sharon, straightened up, standing like a small lady. With a faint blush and a small shy smile, her left hand _which he failed to notice it had been hidden behind her back_ reached out to him, carrying a small bouquet.
Xerxes blankly stared at her, then moved his gaze to the neatly wrapped flowers she had obviously put an effort preparing. He sat like that for a few moments before remembering to take the flowers. His hand moved slowly, almost hesitant to take the fragile gift from the seemingly more fragile hand in fear of hurting it.
"You don't like it...?" Sharon asked, obviously disappointed, which made Xerxes attempted to change whatever expression he had that lead the girl to that false conclusion.
"Then how about..."
She put her hand in her pocket, looking for something. The girl was surely determined to please him. The mere thought made him feel a long forgotten warmth that had nothing to do with the spring's sun.
He curiously watched as Sharon pulled out a grip and stretched her arm, dropping the item on his palm: a small piece of candy.
"This. My grandmother gave it to me earlier, but you can have it if you want," she commented, but her voice hot lost when she heard Xerxes's laughter.
"Thank you," he said, patting her head.
His face brightened up when an idea stroke him, which wasn't missed by Sharon. This time, it was her turn to watch curiously. Xerxes carefully picked a flower from those he had been offered, and gently placed it in her hair.
Unable to hide her excitement, Sharon asked: "How do I look?"
"Beautiful," he answered.
"Well, how does it taste?" She asked pointing at his palm.
Xerxes unwrapped the candy. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember the last time he had one. He even forgot that it was so-
"-delicious," he absentmindedly said the moment he put it in his mouth.
He assumed Sharon replied to that, but he wasn't listening as he noted to himself to get another one, oblivious to the fact that it was the beginning of a new addiction.
Before he realized it, the little girl who offered it to him was leaving.
"Well, see you later, Xerxes-niisan."
He wasn't Kevin anymore. The girl wasn't lady Sinclair. But... maybe it was not a bad thing.
The shadow of a woman painted the grass covering the grave. A beautiful, graceful woman with a slight cuteness hidden behind the sadness in her face. She knell, putting a bouquet if red and white flowers on a side and a box of candy on the other.
"For you, Xerxes-niisan." She smiled with a hint of sadness, before adding:
"Or, should I call Kevin?"