Hey people. So, I'll make this short. I was working on my current book that I'm writting, when I got this random idea. I think this will have about 12 chapters, so bear with me and I'll get them up as soon as possible.

I do not own Pandora Hearts, Jun Mockizuki does.

Enjoy~!

The identity of the Headhunter was a mystery, and I knew that person was targeting the people I held dear; my family.

However, it was in the fist year we were together.

No one heard of it, not even my siblings. Well, except Gilbert, but he's promised to keep his mouth shut about it.

I kept it a secret, telling them you were only very ill...and that's some-what true.

I wouldn't say it, because they would of tried to stop me.

No...this is something only we know; our own secret.

I still remember, it had been when winter was approching fast,

And I wasn't about to give up on you...

~Sucker Punch~

Chapter 1: Are You Okay?

"Are you worried about something, Elliot?" Leo asked his master.

Elliot looked up from his meal and to the noirette sitting next to him. "Hmm? Nah, it's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

He blinked at this. Damn Leo and his ever persistent self.

"Yeah, I'm good. It's just...for a while, I can't help but feel some kind of ominous feeling, like something might happen."

"Is that dream still bothering you?"

Oh great, he just had to bring that up. "You know the answer."

Leo shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just asking a simple question, Elliot."

"Whatever. If you really want to know, it still is." That dream was still haunting Elliot, invading his dreams every night and twisting them with dark visions of fire, blood, and death. It would always wake him, leaving him shaken up and sleepless for the remainder of the night.

The servant glanced at him before deciding not to press the matter any further. "Okay then."

Leo reached for his drink, taking a sip from the glass and then setting it back down. He had just wanted to make sure Elliot was okay, knowing how much that dream bothered him. Then there was the whole ordeal with the Headhunter, which was causing more stress to the other sitting next to him.

He was about to reach for his glass again, but suddenly stopped. Elliot couldn't see it behind the lenses of Leo's glasses, but the boy's eyes widened slightly, slowly drawing his hand back to his side.

"Leo?" The servant turned his head to face Elliot. "Something wrong?"

"Ah, no. I just forgot about something." He had to hurry, he couldn't fight it for long. "I forgot to mark the page in the book I was reading before we came down here."

"Huh? Can't this wait till after dinner?" He demanded, wondering why Leo was saying such a thing.

"I was at an exciting point in the book and I want to make sure I can remember where I was. It will only be a minute."

Elliot sighed. "Fine, but hurry back."

Leo only nodded and quickly walked out of the room. When he was gone, Elliot leaned back in his chair, one hand covering his face.

"That idiot. Why did I let that slide?" Really, that had been a pathetic thing to do. "Idiot."

Meanwhile, once Leo was far enough away from Elliot, he looked back to make sure he wasn't being followed. He never really got more than a quick glance over his shoulder, a sudden sickening feeling rushing through him as he clutched his stomach and rushed to the nearest bathroom

. . .

He was sure he hadn't had another panic attack, not that it still doesn't happen at times. Rather, at that moment, trying to remain calm as he shuddered and continued to throw up what little he had eaten before he left Elliot in the dining hall. He had just ran in here as fast as possible and locked the door behind him, quickly collapsing in front of the toilet and letting the bile rise back up his throat, only so he could empty it into the toilet with a sickening retch.

After a minute, he spit up more bile, and his stomach finally settled itself. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he panted heavily. Pulling his face up from the toilet, he coughed and flushed it to get rid of the vomit he had coughed up. He had been thankful Elliot hadn't found him, which would of eventually led to a pointless argument that would only tire the noirette out more than he already was.

'I guess that meal didn't agree with me.' Leo thought as he slowly regained his composure. He certainly hadn't felt sick up until this point, and, putting a hand to his head, he didn't have a fever, as far as he could tell anyway. He blinked a few times, and then slowly stood, his legs shaking. Grasping the sink to keep himself balanced, he used one hand to turn the sink on and splash cold water in his face. His own usual reflection looked back at him, but with a more tired look.

Even though he did feel a little dizzy, he couldn't stay in here for much longer. He needed to return to Elliot before he got suspicious of what was taking Leo so long.

Turning off the sink, he wiped down his face with a towel, then putting his glasses back on, which he had set on the sink when he had came in here. He was stable, for the moment anyway, and he felt like he could walk back to the dinning hall. So, carefully, he unlocked the bathroom door and started to make his way back to the dinning hall, relived that Elliot hadn't been outside the door waiting for him, which would of indicated that he had indeed grown suspicious of Leo.

Thank God for that.

It had already been a few minutes, and Leo hadn't returned yet, which had started to irritate the young Nightray.

"Damn, Leo, what's taking you?" He mumbled, now resorting to picking at his food with a fork. Leo had left to supposedly mark his place in a book, but that had seemed a bit ridiculous now (well, it had seemed that way from the start). Elliot was getting impatient waiting for his friend, now considering going out to look for him.

There was no need for that though, Elliot now hearing footsteps approach him from behind. He turned as the chair was pulled back and Leo sat down beside him once more.

"Hey." He said to Leo in his usual tone. "What took you so long?"

"Sorry." Something seemed odd about Leo's reply. He picked up a fork and started poking his food, but then set it down, pushing the plate away from him slightly.

"Is everything alright?" Elliot asked in concern for the servant.

He turned to Elliot. "Yes, I'm just finished eating is all."

"But you're as thin as a rail. You really need to eat more."

"No I don't, Elliot." Leo retorted. "I'm fine, really."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. Everything's alright, I assure you."

Sighing, Elliot gave up with his questioning and went back to his meal, cutting into it again. He glanced over at Leo, who just sat in his chair, seemingly lost in thought. He couldn't read the expression on his servant's face, and the only way to do that would be to look at him directly, without his eyes being hidden. However that task is hard when you've got someone who insists on hiding them, so it's out of the question.

On the other hand, Leo couldn't stand to look at his forlorn meal anymore, now closing his eyes. Just looking at it was making him queasy again, but now that feeling was subsiding. Elliot hadn't really caught on, so that was good. What had happened a few minutes ago was a mystery to him, but he was feeling better now so there was no use in dwelling on it.

"What now, Elliot?" Leo asked in an annoyed tone. The noirette had been reading, that is until Elliot had tapped him repeatedly on the head until he had looked up from his reading and spoke.

"You're not hiding anything from me, are you?"

"Of course not."

He looked back down at the book, but Elliot pulled it down away from his line of sight. "Leo."

"What is it?"

"You've been acting strange. Are you sure you're alright?" Elliot's face was tense with concern, after all, he was just looking out for the other.

"How many times must I repeat myself, I'm perfectly fine." His tone was more borderline of an edgy aggravated one.

"If you say so." Elliot removed himself from his position from Leo's bed and retreated to his own. "It's getting late you know."

"Yes, and?"

"I know you read a lot and I don't get it with you and glasses, but you're gonna need some if stay up late reading like this."

"I guess it is getting quite late." Leo said, putting down his book. Both of them already had their pajamas on, and it was about time they got some sleep. "You should go to sleep to or else it will effect your health."

"You hypocrite." Elliot growled as he got into his bed.

Leo, chuckling slightly at this, put his book on the nightstand, along with his glasses. He was actually growing tired of reading for tonight, feeling tired, and he also thought that Elliot's suggestion was a good idea. His stomach had been bothering him again, but not to the point where he felt like he was going to be sick.

'Sleep sounds heavenly right now though.' Leo thought to himself as he crawled under the covers of his bed.

"I hope you sleep well tonight." He said to his master as he reached for the bedside lamp.

Elliot looked up at him, silent for a moment. "Thanks, Leo. Goodnight."

Leo smiled. "Goodnight, Elliot."

Elliot awoke once more, uncertain of what time it was, like he cared anyway. It wasn't the dream of dead bodies that woken him, in fact, he hadn't seen the dream once this time. However, he was getting a sense that something was wrong, and it was gnawing at him endlessly. It had been bothering him since he first fell asleep, and now it had woken him up.

He sighed and tried to get back to sleep, but he opened his eyes when he heard a small moan coming from the bed next to him. Rolling over in the opposite direction of which he had faced, he saw the covers moving on the other bed. He sat up and saw that Leo was causing this, his form twisting in his bed.

'Is he having a nightmare or something?' He got up from bed and went over to sit next to Leo.

"Leo, wake up." He took the noirette's shoulder, placing a hard grip on it. Leo clamed down after a moment and stopped moving, turning his head toward Elliot.

"Elliot…?" He asked quietly. Elliot was surprised by how his voice sounded, tired and weak.

"Are you alright?" He asked. "You were moving around quite a lot. Was it a nightmare?"

"No, not that, but I'm fine." Leo shrugged Elliot's hand away and sat up in bed. "I'm just having a hard time sleeping is all."

"You sure about that?"

His servant nodded in response. "Yes, I'm-"

Elliot didn't know that Leo's eyes widened behind his curtain of hair, but he did see him put a hand to his stomach.

"Leo?"

Leo didn't answer, only move slightly forward. After a moment though, he pushed the covers aside and jumped out of bed.

"Excuse me, Elliot." He said as he brushed past Elliot and ran into the bathroom that the two shared. He was confused, but not until he heard a horrible coughing noise coming from the bathroom.

Walking inside, he saw that Leo was on his knees, leaning over the toilet and vomiting into it. Elliot could only watch the other boy in horror and he continued to let out pained gasps and coughed up more bile. Finally, Elliot couldn't take it anymore and turned to leave.

"Wait, Elliot!" He turned back around to see Leo looking up at him, clear desperation written across his face. "Please, don't lea-"

He quickly turned back to the toilet and vomited again. Elliot didn't leave this time, knowing what Leo had been trying to say, 'please don't leave me'.

Elliot sighed, not looking at the noirette, but staying where he was, keeping the other company.

After Leo had finally managed to stop puking, Elliot had helped him back into bed, the other trembling the entire time. Clearly, Leo was very ill, shown by when he practically collapsed onto his bed. His breathing came out in ragged breaths and wheezes as Elliot adjusted the covers over Leo, and, frankly, Elliot couldn't stand to see him this way.

"You should have told me sooner." He said in a hushed tone, trying his best not to anger him.

"I'm sorry." Came the tired reply. "I didn't-"

"Hush." Elliot interrupted. "You should try and sleep."

"That sounds nice."

Elliot then got back in his own bed. "I'll call for a doctor in the morning, just sleep for now. If you need something, I'll be right here, okay?"

"Let me sleep already." Even if he was sick, Leo still managed to be his usual self.

Elliot closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, but thoughts of worry plagued his mind with every passing second.

'Leo, what's wrong with you?'

Hmm. That's an iteresting note to leave off on. Gosh, I can't stop writting about these two and I can't seem to keep Leo from being the center of attention. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Oh well, I'm enjoying it.

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