Hello dear readers, it's been quite a long time since I've written anything and I just wanted to take the time to say
This fan fic is so much fun to do!
This is Yaoi: BoyxBoy, don't like, don't read.
Also Pandora Hearts is (c) by Jun Mochizuki - Bow to the awesomeness.
This is also not written by just yours truly but one of the coolest people I know, I love you Breaky, and thanks so much for helping me.
Chapter One: Contact
Vincent Nightray stared out the glass window of the Nightray manor, watching the rain outside pour down in a steady downpour, streaks sliding off the clear pane, and giving a surprisingly comforting feeling. He felt as if the whole world was crying; tears that everyone could witness and bare a presence to. Things he could never show in front of the world, the world showed to him. A clap of thunder nearly shook the entire manor with its fury but it did nothing to snap him out of his mood. Lately, he'd been feeling the need to get back at a certain Mad Hatter. The feelings that were roiling deep under his skin, refused to be sated with these fiery thoughts of consuming the man in his hatred, making him a very part of the disgusting thing that he thought himself to be. He would dispose of Xerxes Break! "Vincent-sama." He paused in his cutting of the soft plush rabbit, multi-colored eyes fixating on the silverette. "Echo has disposed of the things in the basement as you asked her." She then excused herself with a light bow after he waved her off, and disappeared down the hall.
He didn't understand. What could he possibly do to bring the Hatter here and make him believe his words to be honest? Standing up, he crossed the room to the wardrobe, throwing the mahogany doors open with a soft thud. Inside the cabinet was his best outfit for outings: plays, balls, and social gatherings had all bore witness to this disguise. This simple yet elegant outfit crafted in blue, he even placed a hat upon his head, and had Echo bring him his more simple dress boots. After he gave himself a look over in the mirror, he decided he was ready to put his plan into motion. A man had to look good if he was going to make things work. After that, he took Echo along for a short trip to the market, picking out a box of expensive chocolates and a bouquet of the finest blue roses. They were a rare commodity considering they had to be bred in dye in order for them to exist at all; Vincent felt that in a strange way they fit. He then hand delivered them to the Rainsworth doorstep and told the maid that they were for Xerxes Break, and the albino male alone.
A soft girlish giggle escaped him as he just imagined the look on the Mad Hatter's face at receiving such luxurious gifts; him what he claimed: A mere servant of a duchess. Ah it was too classic. Every day since then, for an entire month, he would repeat the process of bestowing upon his least favorite person, those romantic and very embarrassing gifts. He started with simple roses at first, which quickly grew into bouquets consisting of lilies and baby's breath mixed in with those elegant blue roses. The boxes of chocolate became a mixed media of candies; everything from taffies to cake lollipops that he had custom-designed for the Hatter. Soon, he started delivering them underneath a shrouded cloak, taking careful care to hunch his shoulders just so, and stand at a posture that wasn't fit for a nobleman; to throw people off guard and the man himself should he be trying to peer through a window to watch for this admirer; catching a glimpse of what appeared to be nothing more than an old beggar.
From there he started writing Break little notes of affection, telling him about how lovely his hair was, or how beautiful his face looked in the sunlight; things that sounded astoundingly honest and almost stalker-like. He would always have one of his maids write it for him though, even taking care to buy special scented paper so that Xerxes could not trace it back to the Nightray manor. This game became more and more fun every day, and by the end of the month, he decided it was time for this "secret admirer" to reveal himself to his 'love'. It was a nice day outside, the man had considered it time and time again, and how he would best go about this. Today would not work. So he waited. For a long while he became slightly frustrated; there hadn't been a day perfect for the reveal in about a week since he decided that he was going to bring it to fruition. However, as he awoke several days later, the time had finally come. It was raining…hard. He religiously bought another bouquet, mixing in candy with it this time, as well as buying a huge basket full of assorted candies, lotions, and even bubble bath with a soft plush panda bear. Rabbits were disgusting, he refused to even consider giving one, before he wrapped it all up nicely and had his maid write one last note:
This admiring has gone on far too long. I wish to present myself to you.
Meet me at the back of Pandora in the garden, at midnight.
-Your Secret Admirer.
He had her seal it with the special seal he'd had made, simply for this task, and had her in the cloak present it to the Rainsworth House. Vincent then grabbed up his finest blue suit, the type he would often wear to an extravagant party, his finest boots, and headed off to buy a few more items for tonight. He came back several hours later and had the servants unpack everything and set it up. Looking over his work, he was mightily proud of himself; the curtains had been replaced with thick violet ones, so dark that they almost appeared red with the light playing on them, that plum that would often remind one of the beautiful grape wines that Duke Nightray often purchased for princesses that would come to visit so often.
The room itself was adorned in dark furniture, dark midnight colors, with dashes of color from adorned vases and present flowers, all ironically duplicates of the bouquets he had sent Xerxes. He pulled his hair back away from his eyes and left it dangling in a ponytail on his left shoulder; giving himself a glance over in the mirror one last time, before he turned and departed. It was nearing midnight as he entered the garden of the Pandora Building, the cloak draped over him like death. Carefully, he took a seat aside the fountain and waited.
Rain. It was a volatile liquid that formed in the air, combining to make clouds of moisture. When those clouds became laden down with water, they would turn a dark gray color and release it into the air, in different forms of precipitation depending on the temperature, climate, weather and other such things. Today, it was warm, slightly muggy, so the moisture fell to the earth as raindrops. There was quite a lot of it, too, and the sky was a dark sullen color, washing out all the brightness of the world. It was as if the earth had become depressed.
"Ah...I failed."
Xerxes Break frowned to himself as he sat on the window seat cushion, one leg propped up with his foot on it, supporting his upper body as he hunched over and stared out the water-logged glass pane. Putting rain into scientific terms hadn't helped him feel any better; he'd only reverted to metaphors again. His single crimson eye scanned the world outside the Rainsworth manor, finding nothing of interest, save for a man and a woman running for shelter from the rain. The man was holding a newspaper over the woman's head and they scurried under an awning on the side of the road, laughing together. Break couldn't help but scowl at their happiness, as if they were purposely trying to mock his depression.
Darkness was something that swirled around him often lately, even Sharon had noticed, he knew, though she never said a word about it to him. He'd seen the worried glances the girl would give him and tried to put on his best smile, shoving candy into his mouth and laughing it off. Of all the things he least wanted, it was to worry her. But the smiles were becoming more and more strained, harder to form, even harder to hold, and the fake laughter hurt his face. Despite his increase in the intake of sugar, the albino was getting thinner and thinner, as he compromised the larger consumption by hunting for chains on a daily basis, often working himself to the bone and coming home completely exhausted. It wasn't good, but if he was busy doing something, he could forget, at least for a little while. Forgetting was what he wanted most of all.
Break sighed and dug a hand into his pouch slung on his coat, pulling out a hard candy and starting to unwrap it. He no longer had to hide the secret of Kevin Regnard; most of his 'close acquaintances', as he refused to call them 'friends', knew about his past more or less. But they didn't know the pain it caused him day after day. He was the silly clown in their eyes, always smiling, laughing, joking and teasing. He was the comic relief. Xerxes Break could never be upset, oh no, he was just a sugar addict who found pleasure in talking to dolls like a child. He was the contractor of Mad Hatter, so that must mean he was insane. The candy stopped an inch from his mouth as the man grit his teeth. Comic relief. A clown. Insane. That was all he was to them. A friend, Alice had said? Yea, right. When she defined friendship as people using each other, he hadn't said a word, pretending he agreed, but he didn't at all. Break's hand crushed the candy as he denied himself eating it, dropping the sugary fragments onto the seat in front of him. He was nothing but a crazy old man with no friends.
The subject of insanity dragged his thoughts in a direction he hadn't wanted them to go. There was one person who might just understand a little of how he felt, but of course it was the one man he hated the most. Vincent Nightray. The brother of Gilbert Nightray was nothing like the tall, dark, handsome and adorably awkward man. His hair was blonde and his eyes were hauntingly heterochromatic. He smiled in such a convincing way that no one could possibly see the secrets he hid beneath that flawless mask. He traipsed about Gilbert whenever he visited, exclaiming about his beloved brother and hugging him fondly as if everything was perfect, when in reality, Gil never liked his hugs, never wanted to see him and whenever he was around, continuously prayed for the blonde to leave and the hell to be over. Break's eye drifted away from the window to stare down at his lap. Vincent might be convincing everyone else, but he knew. He knew what pain the man was really going through, how much every giggle and every grin made him want to puke at how fake it was and how disgusting it was that people bought the act so blindly. He knew how much Vincent most likely wanted to kill himself because the person he thought the highest of disliked him so openly and was obsessed with someone else, giving no thought to how his younger brother might feel. He knew, because he was exactly the same way.
Perhaps that was why he hated Vincent so much. He didn't hate the man himself, but the things he was doing. He hated watching the Nightray fall further and further into darkness that it would consume him completely, if it hadn't already. He hated watching someone make the exact same mistakes he did, feel the same painful emotions he did, and degrade himself so terribly like he did. It felt as if he was looking at a reflection, and it disgusted him. Mirrors always had; he never kept any in his room. Break admitted he was afraid of them, because he had tried so hard to forget about the existence of the very person that would stare right back at him whenever he was unfortunate enough to make eye contact with a reflective surface, mocking him, showing him that no matter how hard he tried, Kevin Regnard and his terrible, gross, stupid mistakes would forever be a part of him.
Thunder cracked and jolted Xerxes Break out of his brooding. Rain still fell heavily and the man snorted, falling backwards so he was lying on his back on the seat and staring at a cobweb on the ceiling. He wanted out of this house. He had planned to go chain hunting as usual and escape the Pandora paperwork as well as having to look at Sharon's pained expression every time she saw his withering body and hidden agony. She didn't need to see him starve himself and fall into bed at night so tired he couldn't move, yet still be unable to sleep whatsoever. In fact, this very morning, as he'd been about to leave to do his usual rounds, Sharon saw his bony frame and weary face and demanded that he stay home to get some rest. That was why he was currently stuck here, unable to distract himself, unable to forget. Perhaps he should simply sit here and waste away until he was nothing but a air, symbolically becoming the very thing he had once been called: a Red-Eyed Ghost. It would be a fitting way to disappear.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Door! Door! Go get it~!" Emily blabbered and Break sat up, blinking over in the direction of the entry way. A distraction, how convenient! He slid off the window seat, but a maid had already scurried over and answered the door. Pouting, he plopped back down on the seat, but to his confusion, the maid soon came in and approached him.
"Oh my! What is this?" Break stated his surprise as he was handed a brightly-colored box of fine chocolates, along with some rather remarkable, and oddly familiar, blue roses. What a romantic package! He had no idea Lady Sharon had such an admirer, as he supposed these gifts were meant for her. However, the maid informed him they were for himself and he stared. Who would send him this sort of thing? He couldn't have a secret admirer, he was nothing much to look at and a servant after all. Could he? Baffled, he brought the flowers into the kitchen to find a vase.
For the next three weeks, Break continued to get chocolate, candy, flowers and gifts, steadily growing in size and cost, yet always with the same blue roses. The admirer would send him embarrassing notes that were definitely not true, he was sure of it, and it only added to his confusion. To his great distress, one day Sharon found a gift basket and immediately squealed, delighted. Since then, she always tried to guess who the admirer was and looked over every gift like a detective, nodding in seriousness but with a little blush on her face that always brought dread to Break's stomach. He knew that look. It was the scary fangirl look, and heaven help anyone who disagreed with her when she was like that. The 'love gifts' were getting to be so much that he wished the person would simply show her face so he could let her down gently and the madness could stop! If, that is, the person was a girl. From the appearance of the gifts, it was as if Break was the girl, which disturbed him. No one, not even Sharon, knew of his sexual orientation. Even he hated to admit to himself that he found both females and males attractive, and for this admirer to send such feminine gifts and tokens, it was suspiciously becoming more and more apparent that it was a male. How did the man know he liked men? Perhaps it was someone with a lot of information at hand?
Break's stomach dropped and his face went white. Oh, oh no. What if it was...
"Rufus...?"
Emily burst into laughter and he doubled over in a state of absolute horror, hugging his pillow and curling up on his bed. Never, no! Oh dear god, please let it not be Rufus Barma! He didn't know if he could stand it.
Finally, just as Break thought he was cursed to be plagued by the love baskets for eternity, a final one was sent along with a stuffed panda bear holding a note between its paws. The Rainsworth servant plucked the letter from the bear and sat Indian style on his bed, unconsciously squishing the panda tightly to his chest as he read.
This admiring has gone on far too long. I wish to present myself to you.
Meet me at the back of Pandora in the garden, at midnight.
-Your Secret Admirer.
Xerxes let out a cry of victory and threw the letter in the air, laughing insanely in pure excitement. Finally! It had finally happened!
"I can get him (because he'd decided it had to be a him) to stop this nonsense at last!" the man exclaimed, falling onto his stomach and rolling on the bed, making a mess of the sheets in his glee. He clung to the panda happily and held it up in the air, smiling at it. "Finally, Mister Panda! My salvation is here~" The stuffed animal stared back at him blankly through its glass eyes. Emily stared at Break and agreed with the plushie. The man had lost it.
Of course he wasn't able to keep the meeting a secret from Sharon, and she attacked him with a bit of makeup, hair products, frills, silky fabric and shiny objects. She insisted that he look his best for the rendezvous and primped him to perfection, floating on air in her own little happy fujoshi heaven. Break sat through it patiently and faced his fear of mirrors to check her work. Sharon had dressed him in a dark purple silk vest with pinstripes and a white dress shirt with slightly oversized sleeves, fitting his style. He wore white gloves and black slacks with black dress shoes and she gave him a silver tipped cane and a purple top hat to match the vest with a black silk ribbon and a white fake rose. Even Xerxes had to admit he looked pretty good in her handiwork. Grabbing a fancy purple jacket, matching the outfit of course, he escaped Sharon's squeals of joy and headed eagerly over to Pandora to meet his mystery man. The insanity had to stop.
The hatter just barely stopped himself from running to Pandora in his excitement. Being doted on was all nice and all, really. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the sentiment, but it was reaching a ridiculous level and he didn't want the poor person to get the wrong idea. How could he possibly return such feelings when he didn't even know who it was? Besides that, how could he return feelings in the first place? He was hardly deserving of such an emotion as love. Break wouldn't allow himself to fall in love. He couldn't, not with all the problems he had and the fact that his eyesight was growing weaker and weaker by the day. He wouldn't be around much longer. It was useless to put someone through the pain of such a short-lived relationship, so he'd spare them. It was easier to just suffer through the loneliness himself.
Finally, he arrived at the building in question and came to an abrupt halt. Here he was. The garden was just around back. In it, awaited the mystery person. It was time to stop the incessant gifts once and for all, yet, Break couldn't bring himself to move his feet. The crickets chirped in his moment of silent hesitation and his eye widened. What was he hesitating for? Why was he having second thoughts? He wanted this to be over with! The man let out a frustrated snort and forced his foot to take a step forward, resuming his path to the back of Pandora. That was weird. He'd try to forget about it.
Upon reaching the garden, Break spotted a figure sitting on the edge of the fountain draped in a dark cloak and his breath caught in his throat. This person was the one who'd sent him those confusing notes, who had called him beautiful, complimented his eye, his hair, who had completely creeped him out and yet made his heart feel just a little bit warmer all the same. Shaking his head, Break shoved that thought in the back of his mind and locked it away, adjusting his top hat and strolling nonchalantly up to the person as if he was completely calm. Hatter laughed at his nervousness but he ignored it, offering the 'admirer' one of his signature friendly smiles and placed his gloved hand on his chest in greeting.
"Well~! You must be the delightful person who's been sending me all the lovely gifts, ne? Now I'm finally able to meet you! I've been looking forward to this moment." he chirped pleasantly. Yea, looking forward to ending it, that is.
The garden was quiet as he placed his hand upon the fountain, touching the cold alabaster stone. The only noise was that of the crickets chirping happily amongst themselves, almost as if they knew all along that Vincent didn't really mean what he was doing. Did he? He blinked when he heard a familiar voice, managing to keep the gasp in, considering he hadn't even heard Break approaching. He must not get distracted! He stood and just grinned, he was sure Break could see at least his mouth under the cloak. The moment he spoke, he would give himself away, no one else had quite the same voice as he did. He grabbed the cloak and tossed it back, finally revealing his face to the Mad Hatter. "Well hello there, I'm glad you liked your gifts, Mr. Hatter." He gave Break an elegant bow, taking his hand and giving it a dainty polite kiss. "I am pleased." This was going to work, even if it killed him.
Break stood stock still as the figure rose, almost gracefully, more serene than anything, and faced him. The hood of the cloak covered the person's face, but he instantly felt a shiver run down his spine as the mouth beneath the hood curved into a grin. What kind of person was this? Out of the corner of his eye he spotted some blue roses and blinked, trying not to look in that direction. This was so familar. A garden. Blue roses. Night...- Before Break could put two and two together, the person before him flung off the hood and he was forced to swallow his gasp as he recognized the face of none other than Vincent Nightray. The blonde's words went straight in one ear and out the other, because Break was too busy staring in shock. Out of everyone possible...Vincent? He wasn't seeing things was he? His eyesight couldn't be -that- bad yet? All of these thoughts flew through his brain in a moment's time and Break quickly broke into a cool smile, determined not to let Vincent see he'd been flustered, if he hadn't already. "Well, well, well. What a surprise. I never would have guessed you were behind this, mister rat~" He chuckled. "Playing a clever prank?" Because that had to be it.
Seeing that shocked expression, was just too beautiful, every feature in the man's face showed complete and utter denial at first. He couldn't keep himself from grinning more, Break insisted this a joke of course. He was going to try and write it away, as Vincent often would his sins, and that simply wasn't going to happen. "A prank?" The blonde looked a bit hurt, even placing a hand over his heart, as if he had been thoroughly insulted. "Whatever could you be talking about? I simply realized my total admiration for you~" He stated, taking the man's hands in his own and looking totally honest. "I think I'm in love with you, Mr. Hatter." He suppressed the urge to gag at his own words. His beautiful face never wavering in his smile.
The poor hatter kept his face completely calm, despite how much he was shocked beyond belief inside. This had to be a prank, because there wasn't a chance in a lifetime that Vincent Nightray was capable of such affection toward -him- of all people. The Nightray's next words, however, took him for a turn and Break visibly flinched in surprise, his face faltering a little before regaining composure. "Haha..." he inwardly cursed, even his laugh was nervous! "...my dear Vincent, I believe you must have had too much to drink or perhaps you're sick?" He forced himself to lean forward and press a hand to the top of Vincent's forehead as if sincerely concerned for his health. This was going too far for a prank. Hearing 'I'm in love with you' hurt, because he knew it'd never really happen in his life. "Maybe you should lay down."
For a moment, he considered laughing in Break's face, but that would ruin the careful work he set up, so instead he offered a hurt smile. This was a genuinely hurt one, for a different reason than Break's obvious disbelief; hurt for his own reasons. "I am terribly sorry if you were expecting someone else." He coughed into his hand, releasing Break's from his grip around the same time, his arms carefully wrapping around himself in a hug as Break felt his forehead for a fever that wasn't there. "Like perhaps Niisan?" There was a bite to that last sentence, as his multicolored eyes focused on the man whom just told him perhaps he should be laying down. He huffed a bit indignantly, eying Break with a slightly colder stare. "Sorry to disappoint you." Screw holding anything back on this part.
Break blinked at the hurt-sounding comment, his nervous act faltering yet again. Perhaps it was the fact that they were both putting up false fronts and both knew it that he found it easier to drop out of his, even if just a little. They both knew they were faking it, so why bother? Why kid himself? Break's shaky smile faded. "Raven? No, I wasn't expecting him at all. He's much to wrapped up with the children. Plus, he wouldn't possibly be able to send such notes." Bringing reason into this was a better idea, though he still didn't know what to make of the confession. Was it real? Vincent did seem genuinely hurt. Break felt weird. "Mm..." he paused, pulling his hand away from the blonde's head and glanced aside. "...forgive me, r-...Vincent. I was just so surprised I hadn't even allowed myself an open mind...though I must admit I'm confused. How is it that you came to...mm...have these 'feelings' for me?" The albino hid a tiny hint of a blush with a soft chuckle. "Last I recall, you hated my guts."
This he could at least be honest with. Looking down at his fancy leather boots, he considered his words, before showing that cheerful smile; this was a slightly softer one. "Ah, but I've never hated you, Mr. Hatter." He corrected, taking a step away and turning his back on the man that he considered his greatest threat after all, not many could match him in intelligence and power. Break wasn't even his equal in physical strength, but that chain of his, that could pose a problem later. "I must admit to truth, I was angry. The hatred was a mask I wore to hide my jealousy of the older brother whom receives such love from everyone. He is truly amazing." He felt his eyes narrow as he stared back at the daunting reflection, the mask wasn't slipping. "My brother whom can get anyone to love him, I hate him for that. Yet I cannot hate him at all. I was angry with you because you always look at him; you've been looking at the wrong brother the whole time." He chuckled, "Perhaps instead of looking to Gil for this much needed affection, you should open your eyes, Break-san." Vincent felt the cloak nearly dance as he twirled to face the man who was burdened with every emotion and then some; never given a choice to otherwise prove to the others, he was not what he seemed. They were too similar.
Break listened quietly, surprised Emily wasn't commenting, but she must know that this wasn't in fact a joke but something highly more serious. He stood there, silent and unsmiling this time, until Vincent faced him again. The burden of what he'd said weighed on him possibly more than Vincent realized and Break closed his solitary eye for a moment in thought. He -had- admittedly had eyes for Gil for a while, but soon found that he was no match against Oz: the boy stole the raven's full attention. Just as Vincent had been brushed off, so had he. And now, here Vincent was saying that he'd never hated him and perhaps he was looking at the wrong brother? Break didn't know what to make of it. It made sense, and that's what scared him. He had promised himself never to fall in love or get involved, but here the rat was, acting the least like a rat and offering what he really wanted to him. Break's eyebrows knit together and he let out a sigh, speaking softly. "We're too much alike..." It wasn't even aimed at Vincent, he was stating the fact. His head lifted slowly and he gave the other a tiny sliver of a smile. "...I...honestly don't know how to respond..." He paused, then absolutely had to ask: "...did you really mean everything you said in the notes?"
Listening to him quietly, the fair haired male simply stared right through him, his eyes far away. He had wanted nothing more than to be loved by his most precious person, contrary to popular belief; he hadn't slept with a single person due to his resignation of his love for the brother that would never return his feelings. Something clenched in his chest then and he was determined to bury it in the back of his mind, forget about these foolish emotions, and simply use the other like he had been planning from the beginning. Break stated that there was no room for unneeded emotions to Gil once before, right? He blinked out of his rambling thoughts when he heard the silver haired male speak once more; eyes widening in slight surprise when he asked him if he'd meant those most precious and love-filled words. Could he answer without seeming false? "You're quite enchanting." He stated, moving closer and leaning a bit to look into the crimson eye that was twin to his own, "And only someone such as you, could possibly begin to understand one such as me." He stated, smiling charmingly.
Xerxes felt conflict start to brew within him, annoyed that he was even considering what Vincent confessed to, but he had grown weak, and not just in body. It was harder to resist this, mostly because he'd never had to resist it before. No one had shown interest in him. Vincent's words placed him in another state of disbelief, still surprised that the Nightray could possibly like him, let alone think he was attractive in any way. He wasn't. He was, however, a bit spellbound by those enticing eyes. Maybe...just for a little, short while...he could indulge? Vincent was obviously fine with it and he was drawn to him in more ways than one. Break felt slight color rise to his face and he glanced away from those eyes, looking down at his feet and removing his top hat from his head. "...well, I ..." Break swallowed and looked up again, trying to remind himself to keep a level head about this and be confident. "...I would be willing to try something." He could do this, he could let himself have a little sliver of joy, right? As long as he didn't allow himself to fall in love with Vincent, it would be fine. Wouldn't it?
Vincent couldn't stop the smile from coming to his face. Break was playing right into his hands, throwing himself into them really, and he found himself offering his own out to the man whom seemed too nervous still. "Ah? That's wonderful!" he exclaimed, sounding excited. Just the thought of getting this man alone, unprotected, and vulnerable…it was enticing. The man really had no idea, or rather didn't care, that he was placing himself into a dangerous situation. Vincent didn't realize he was struggling a bit himself, just writing off everything as part of his plan, and keeping the hand out to the Hatter. "I have one more gift to give." He stated calmly, his expression still as charming as a prince. "But it's basking in the Nightray manor, you'll have to accompany me back to see it, will you join me?" It sounded strange to his ears.
Break's expression softened a little at the sight of Vincent's smile; even if it may be fake, it appeared the most real of any he'd ever seen. He slowly realized that he did actually want to see the other happy; it was like looking at his past and watching it change. If only he could have been happy back then...but since the past was the past, perhaps he could help this person avoid the same fate and take pleasure in seeing him succeed instead. It might be just what he needed to stop the self-hatred and embrace who he was once more. As it was, Break was more than willing to be compliant to anything right now, having gained that outlook on the whole situation, and gave Vincent a small, fragile, but true smile, placing his hand in the other's. "You're going to spoil me, Vincent Nightray."
Well that's the end of chapter 1 hope you enjoyed it! If you did, leave a comment, we'd love to hear from you.~!
I'll try to have chapter 2 up as soon as possible: Next chapter: Don't Cry Over A Spoiled Hatter.