Hey there ! Your favorite i-have-a-trouble-with-assignments writer is back ! (Leggo ~)
Erm, sorry. (B.A.P yes sir !)

This short story (less than 4000 words) was originally written for my dear Eli' -ich liebe dich- sooo, it may contain some things you won't understand. Like. Why are Noise and Break fighting at first. That's not a big deal though, I hope you can still enjoy your read !

Disclaimer : Pandora Hearts is not mine, neither are the characters. BUT the storyline is mine, hehe. No touchy.

Warning : Feels, guys. Feels. I gave the story an average rating mostly because of that.

If you liked it, then please leave a review ! (Don't worry, my little talk ends here.)

— Killing me won't bring him back. You know that, right ? ~

The one-eyed albino tightened his grip on his wooden cane by hearing her words. Though he previously let his Chain disappear, the power was still here. Ready to release itself along with his anger. His sorrow. His hands and his white coat were already tainted with blood. Not his. Elliot's. How could he allow that ?

Though she was about to die, Noise still spoke with the same insolence in her voice, almost proud of her. Her gaze defiantly meeting his. The young Nightray would never dare to act like this. It was not all about the two of them had been raised. It was their temper, everything. Now that he was gone, every single thing would remind Break about him. The summer sky. Water. Ice.

Everything related to the blue color.

Break suddenly felt even older. She hurt him, indeed. She /killed/ the young heir. In fact, his own Chain killed him but it was all her fault. He could not stand hurting a defenseless Break. He certainly did not wanted to burden Oz with his death. Who ever told him Break was different, strong enough to live with that ? He overestimated that poor Hatter. A disenchanted smile curved the albino's lips.

Perhaps he should have decided to play along with her game and fought the young heir. Things would have been different. It took much of his willpower not to look behind his shoulder, to the blood puddle. None of this should be happenning. Maybe he could have noticed earlier. Elliot's gaze had always been lively. Proud. It was not hard to notice that something was going wrong.

— You should not have dared to lay one of your filthy strings on him.

He wonders how come she had not been eaten by Mad Hatter yet, as it's the death she choosed. Why does he feels so.. quiet inside. She had it easy. He will have to deal with the consequences. Explain everything. Leo, Vanessa, Oz. From many points of view, he is not sure he'll survive to that. A year ago, he did not thought he would care that much about that boy. It's not fair. He was supposed to live much longer.

— He was smartest than I thought. Not easy to catch, she stated. He figured out something you still haven't.

The silver-eyed girl was still teasing, like the desperate spider she was. Her words kept hurting, after all. Break did not mind leaving her another minute. Escape was not an option. He did not said anything, just glaring at her in a slightly interrogative way. A typical insane chuckle was heard. He hated that sound.

— He knew he'd die anyway.

Saying so, she crossed her arms on her chest, obviously waiting for the next big thing to happen. Noise was not sure about how the thing would end for her, but this was obviously the only final which would fit this script. The Hatter's mind did not wanted to admit it at first. He could not have changed anything. Elliot knew what he was doing, after all. That noble idiot. Suddenly, he could not stand her sight anymore, and raised his cane towards her chest.

Not a farewell. Nothing. Just the overwhelming power raising in his veins, along with his anger. Just the dust, and the expensive velvet's sound as the red cape fell onto the ground when her body vanished. Maybe he heard some yelling but it was most likely her Chain. Duldum. The one who caused that chaos.

Now that he is sure there is nothing else to do, he allows Mad Hatter's power to completely leave his body. And he remains alone. He, Xerxes Break. Slowly, he turned around to face the heir's body. The sight is still as horrific as it was. The sword, the head, the body. Most of the scenery covered with blood, which did not stopped flowing out. The heir's white gloves tainted with a dark red. It does not happens often but he feels like throwing up.

— I'm sorry.

It seems like he can't get close from someone without pulling that person into troubles. He knew that. Yet he allowed the boy to see through his mask. That invisible thing supposed to guarantee his own safety. He is meant to live alone. With the Sinclair disaster, he already learnt that fighting the past was useless. Why did he thought it would be different with fate ?

Because Elliot convinced him, indeed. The heir was so stubborn. Not only that, but mostly. He can't be blamed anyway. Break knows he could have easily waved him off and remain a fencing model. Something in the beige-haired male caught him.

Guess it really could not be helped. Slowly, he gathers the pieces of that deadly puzzle and places them together, wondering what is he supposed to do now. At first he did not thought he could do that. He can't touch the head. Nor he is able to look at those emotionless eyes. The opposite of Elliot's usual gaze.

For a second, he is about to turn into 'bot' mode but Elliot does not deserves that. He have to do it.. no matter what. Leaving someone else touch this body is not an option. No one will be here before a while anyway. It's his task. The head is heavy, heavier than he thought it would be. Where to place it ? Such a trivial, but important question. He decided to place it where it was supposed to be then replaced some strands of hairs to hide most of the hideous wound.

The sword now. He wiped the long blade with the corner of his sleeve before to place it next to Elliot. It's his sword after all. The duke Nightray gave it to him. For the first time of his life, he can actually give a close look to the delicate hilt's ornaments. Such a great goldsmith work.

Break already thinks about what he can explain to Pandora's agents before meeting Reim. Lying is needed. He can't show everyone that he cares. That would only make things worse. He can easily imagine the disapproval in Elliot's gaze if by any chance he could read his thoughts. The boy highly despised lying. Argh.

That's why he apologized. He can't do otherwise. After looking around for few seconds, he decided to use Noise's cape to cover the body. Each move felt like the hardest one. He does not wants to do that. because he is not even sure he will be able to see Elliot's features again. He does not wants the boy to be buried.

Before him to notice, his vision is blurred by tears. No one can see him now, so it does not matters. He mumbles some words between two sobs. Still mad at Duldum and her contractor, though both of them are already on their way back to the nothingness they came from. Hopefully.
He slowly knelt down, next to the Nightray's heir. He closes his eyes, once and for all hiding his sapphire-like orbs. Cold. His skin already feels cold, he distractedly noticed.

He then took a deep breath. With a broken (but still understandable) voice, he wishes him a long and peaceful sleep.

(I told you about the feels.)