Star-Crossed Lovers: Nightray and Vessalius

A/N: Elliot, Oz, Leo and Ada all met in the manga and anime. But in this fic, Elliot and Leo have never met her but Oz. The Lutwidge Academy incident did happen, but Ada has never met Elliot or Leo.

Considering there aren't much Elliot/Ada fans, fics and fanarts out there, I highly encourage you to be and make one! (lol no kidding) And yes, this pairing is really far-fetched, and I have an inkling that if Elliot had never died (I love you so much that it hurts me you got killed off) he would probably be with Ada. *Drowns herself in that reality*

Anyway, this is a multi-chapter story so don't be discouraged if I only have this chapter out yet. Ta-ta~ :)

English is not my first language so forgive me for the grammatical errors. I hope you could also correct me if you see anything wrong. I'd appreciate the help! :)

CHAPTER ONE: Rhythm

Along the shadows of the ballroom hall, two figures stood by leaning on the wall behind them as they watch their co-students partake in the dance. People were swirling around as they danced along with the melody coming from the musical players in the far corner of the hall. Frills, ribbons and coats filled the dance floor as it crowded with people branded by status and wealth, cozily enjoying themselves in contrast to the two people watching in the shadows.

Both young men stood with indifference as they watched everything go by. One had an unkempt haircut with beige-colored mane as it traveled down, embracing his cheeks and a cowlick hair on the right side of his face. The man's cerulean eyes were hidden from the world as he closed them, carefully listening to the melody that stringed all the merriment. The other young man, shorter than the previous, had his raven-colored hair kept uncut and disheveled. His eyes are also hidden in the slick of his bangs and large-rounded glasses that didn't look transparent.

The shorter young man turned to face his companion; he cocked his head as he looked at him. "Elliot, why aren't you joining in the dance?" There was no answer. But his gaze – unnerved and still curiously stared at his friend. Much to the latter's chagrin.

"I have no… interests in partaking in such things." He answered coolly, but it was evident that his cool composure snapped when his question was thrown at him. Elliot couldn't believe he was asking him to dance – when there was in no way he would! Sure, he had taken part on high society parties and such, but he had never danced publicly – with anyone on that matter.

The dark-haired young man leaned back on his previous position, deeply sighing as if he were gravely disappointed about something. "Ah, the horrors of being a shy, little, I-can't-dance-on-public-so-stop-pushing-the-damned -subject boy." He bows his head as he dramatically rubbed his temples with another deep sigh. He directly looked back at Elliot, a smug look on his face. "Poor, poor Elliot Nightray."

Something irrevocably had snapped. Elliot's permanent short-temperamental had snapped.

"Y-you bastard…" a menacing aura surrounded Elliot the moment Leo had dropped the atomic bombs on land. A vein popped at Elliot's cheek as he slowly approached Leo with a merciless resolve. "Hey I was only trying to tell you that you should go out there, dumbass." Leo retorted, his face never turning – simply looking at the people enjoying themselves in the dance floor, with no utter care in the world. He liked that oblivious nature whenever someone was having fun. Though he can't have that for himself, at least he can share that joy with someone important to him.

"I'm good where I am, Leo." Elliot leaned back, his irritation dispersing and gazed over Leo.

The annoyance seemed to have resurfaced somewhere else, this time on the bookworm. He stood up with vigor catching Elliot's attention – an annoyed face etched on his face. "You really are stupid! So what if I'll be left here? At least have some fun you idiot! And don't give me an excuse about not knowing how to dance – you're a noble for pete's sake! Of course you're trained for that kind of things!"

Elliot looked unfazed by Leo's sudden passion for making him dance. He didn't move, surprised with Leo's sudden outburst about something so trivial. But then again, this was Leo we were talking about. He'll make anything small into something big yet he'll get away with it. That's how Leo is.

A smirk formed on Elliot's lips. But before he could even retort back to his servant, he pulls him from his place and starts to push him into the dance floor. Elliot could barely reach back out to him when Leo was shrouded by a flock of people twirling around in front of him. He lopsided on the floor and doesn't know where he would place the sole of his foot onto. Before he could even decide, his back touched something as it arched back in surprise and he finally stumbled onto something soft and lovely-smelling. Arms had caught his shoulders to prevent him from falling any further.

"A-are you okay?" A sweet, mild voice asked.

Elliot looked up; his cerulean eyes met jade ones. A mane of golden blonde hair fittingly shaped on her cheeks as it also had a tint of pink that was slowly spreading all over her face. He inhaled another sweet-smelling perfume. I could just stay here forever. He thought. "U-umm…" the woman mumbled again, her face flushed as she looked away from him. And that's where realization hit him.

The soft pillow-like object he was lying onto was none other than her breasts! Elliot's face was now covered with shades of pink, probably darker than what the blonde woman was carrying. He stood up immediately and bowed his head to apologize. He turns his face away from the woman's gaze – looking anywhere except her direction. He could still feel her unfaltering gaze on him, which made him flush more.

How could he have been so careless!? He was a gentleman for heaven's sake!

Eliot tried to hide his embarrassment as he walked briskly away from the assaulted lady – back to his soon-to-be-dead servant who apparently, was now nowhere in sight. Elliot stopped in his tracks realizing that Leo was missing – which fired up his anger the more. How dare he leave me behind. He angrily thought to himself.

He continued to walk when an arm stopped him. A momentarily pause caught his breathe as he turn back around, only to catch the nervous-looking eyes of the woman he had previously embarrassed. Realizing Elliot turned back to look at her, her blushing intensified and abruptly looks away – her shyness obviously trying to make everything awkward and difficult.

Finally, she looks back at him, a semi-shock expression crept over Elliot's features as he studied carefully the woman who had ultimately halted his steps and stalled him from ever walking away, back to his little own world by the walls of the ballroom hall. "Umm.. you know…" he started, feeling the curious stares the both of them were attracting as they simply stood at the center of the dance floor – staring at each other. "D-do you want to dance?" she meekly asks, but her eyes gave him the expression that she was serious about her favor.

Elliot rolls his eyes to look anywhere but hers; his lips formed a thin tight line as he cools down his urge to run back to his wall. He was really not the kind to chivalrously flirt with women; he was more of a reserved person. But maybe one dance won't hurt – besides, he couldn't possibly turn down a lady's favor. "I-it's okay if you refuse though, I'm completely sorry to have suddenly asked you that. It's just, considering were the only ones standing here I just thought –"the blonde woman spoke, her nervousness showing as she chatted continuously until Elliot had found his answer to entertain her for a dance.

She finds herself being held closer to the mysterious boy she met as his warm hand (though covered with a glove) trailed on her upper back and his other hand gallantly took hers as Elliot positioned themselves in a dancing posture. "You wanted to dance right?" Elliot's eyes gleamed with sincerity as he stared back down to the lady before him. His hand that was firmly placed on her bare back relaxed, just as the new tune played, the two of them swayed hand in hand along with the others who waltzed on the hall.

They danced under the thick humid night of stars – amidst others, but for these two people, it had seemed as if they were in their own little world, their gazes hold all the magic hidden in the melodious serenade of the music. Both of them have seemingly forgotten all their worries and drowned themselves in the company of each other. Even the stiff Elliot Nightray had his moments – moments wherein he could forget all his nobleness and enjoy the merriment before him.

The things his humble servant and friend always wished for him for tonight.

It was not after he had finally realized that the music had changed its tune that Elliot had a hold of himself. He stops in his pace; surprising the young lady he held so close to him. She cocked a curious look at the young man as she studied his face intently wondering why he stopped all of a sudden. Elliot himself was surprised, not because he stopped, but because his own little rendezvous moment had slipped away from his mind as he remembers the reality he was in.

He only promised one dance, and after that, he would gallantly slip away from the dance floor – away from the young woman and back to the wall he seemed to be having fond of. And also, he was supposed to find that little servant of his and give him a good punch for delicately pushing him into the crowd.

"I-I'm sorry but I think we should stop." He mutters as he nervously tried to get the right words and try not to hurt her feelings. His grip loosened as he lets his hands down to his sides. She gives him a faint smile – faint yet warm. "I see. Well, it was nice to have danced with you. Thank you for heeding my favor." She smiles yet again. She curtsied before him – a lady-like act once a dance was over in terms of respect for the gentleman – and her eyes gleamed with delight as she had seemed to have gotten an idea. "Oh I know!" she squeals. Elliot stares at her curiously, seemingly liking the bubbliness of the young woman.

"Let's be friends!" she gave him an outstretched hand, waiting for him to take to seemingly 'pledging' of their newfound friendship once he took and shook it. He was taken aback by her proposal as no lady had ever given him a glance (opposed to those women who only viewed him as nothing more than a Nightray child, and others fawned over him) and had seriously announced that she wishes to be friends with him.

He smiled and so did she in retort. Elliot was about to take her hand and accept this fated new found friendship he was about to build when suddenly, the hand he was supposed to reach out swatted away – along with the figure whom it had belonged to. Elliot stood shockingly as he was left alone, the young woman pulled away from his grasp by some other girl who had not seem to notice her friend was with someone. Was with him. With Elliot Nightray for pete's sake!

He frowns at his unexpected solitude and looked helplessly as her figure disappeared among the mass crowd of people swarmed in the ballroom hall. Unconsciously sulking, he looks down the floor and notices something gleaming before him. He crouches down to pick it up, I think it's hers. He thought.

Leo had came running back to his friend after he had seemingly disappeared, but in reality, he hid himself as he watched his master have fun with a random blonde girl. He had witnessed the 'chest' incident and barely contained a laugh looking at Elliot's reaction. But after Elliot's sudden stop, the outstretched hand of the girl, Elliot who seemed to took it and the sudden kidnapping of the girl, Leo decided it's time to feign ignorance and taunt Elliot about what had happened.

But his mockery seems to have to wait for now.

After all, Elliot didn't seem to be in the best of moods as of now. His head hung down, his body slightly shivered. Leo's eyes traveled to Elliot's right hand, and looks to be gripping something of golden hue – if saying that Elliot was mad, that was an understatement. He was furious.

What was he furious about that he'd tremble like that?

"S-she…" Elliot mumbled. Leo came closer, his hand draped over Elliot's shoulder. "What? What's wrong?" Leo asks. He hovers Elliot a little closer to examine whatever it was he had on his hand.

Leo's eyes that were hidden behind thick glasses widened in realization and his own voice failed him to even utter any word to react. He was too shock to talk, even more shocked for his master.

In Elliot's hand was a golden pocket watch – it was no mere pocket watch, engraved on it were golden wings. And those Golden wings that symbolized the family of the hero of the Tragedy that had occurred one-hundred years ago.

Elliot recoils from Leo's touch and briskly walks away from the scene. Leo came after him, Elliot mumbled something incoherent but it was something Leo had understood.

"That filthy Vessalius scum!"