Here is the second part of my thing. As I already said almost everything on the previous chapter's introduction, I'll just.. write the disclaimer and leave you alone.

Disclaimer : Pandora Hearts, the universe and the characters are MochiJun's. (I say, we should take them from her.) The storyline is mine, still not allowed to touch.

(You was already warned about the feels, then I guess re-writing that is not needed ?)

Enjoy !

— Xerx'.

It was about the fifth time Reim called out for his friend, trying to pull him out of his blanket. The Barma household's valet -and representative- was already dressed, ready, perfect. As usual. He looked great in black, Break thought. From what he could see, at least. His head was hidden under the cosy fabric, which made a kind of giant shell in which the Hatter decided to hide for the day. The rest of his life, if possible. God damn it, he thought. He just wanted people to forget about his whole existence. Having his memories erased, just like Alice's.

He liked the fact Reim worried, indeed. But couldn't he just understand that it's /impossible/ for him to stand up and get rid of his only shield ? Besides, if he gets out from there, he'll have to face people. Nope. Never again. That had been bad enough the last time. He curled a bit more, hugging his knees.

— I can't go. I'm still sick, he complained, hoping Reim would just leave him alone. And black does not looks good on me.

The bespectacled man frowned. If Break was not ready in less than two hours, they would be late. And they still had to take care of his hairs. A deep sigh was heard. He knew this moment would be terrible, but not only for them. For everyone else. Break had gone through a lot recently, and that was not finished. He will never forget about their faces as they learnt about Elliot's death. The family was logically the first warned. But then.. there was the others. As is it was not terrible enough to live with that burden itself.

Three days already. He knew almost everyone would be attending his funerals. And he did not felt like standing there, facing their sadness and the ressentment in their eyes. The lack of understanding in their features, since not a lot of people would ever know what really happened. To them, he just let Elliot die. That was so unfair. No one will understand how brave that boy was. Among all. He did not wanted to see the coffin. That stupid sealed box. He would cry, no doubt about it. And he can't cry, he can't loose his mask again.

— You have to, Reim says, gently patting his friend's head. Everything will be fine. You won't be forced to say something if you do not want to.

Everything will be fine ? Oh, really. Break is a skilled liar.. so skilled he managed to fool everyone but Reim. For anyone else, he is just shocked by what happened and regrets he was not able to save Elliot, which basically means he is angry at himself. And he does not really cares about the young noble's disappearance. He indeed is angry at himself but not for those reasons. Being patted did not made him feel any better. Nothing was fine.

He stopped hugging his knees and slowly sat on the mattress, revealing his tired features. After that day, he did not cried more. Even not when he was alone because someone would have noticed anyway. Being alone in this mansion was impossible. Reim slightly raised an eyebrow as he noticed that Xerxes hairs were even messier than they used to be. The red-eyed male raised his hands, already surrendering to the scolding that had not begun yet.

— Fiine, I'll hurry but please, do not make things worse than they already are. Okay ?

A bit surprised, the bespectacled man just nodded before Break to finally stand up and lock himself in the bathroom. Dear lord. He kept wondering if killing Noise was a good idea. Perhaps he should have let her face the consequences instead. He ended up with two conclusions that prooved it would have been a bad idea. First, that girl was crazy. Second, Echo was.. a reverberation. None of them would have understood. They were not able to take any responsibility.

As promised, he did not took much time. Water made him look quite good actually. Not that great but okay. Break's self-esteem was having serious issues right now. Without Reim's patience, he was not sure what would he do. He still had to get dressed up and do his hairs.. fuck. Seriously. He just had enough motivation to get out of the bed. Getting out of the room would be another story. Each time he thought about facing people.. he had the urge to hide back under the comfy blanket. Why did he even left the bed, to begin with ?

— Please. I really can't. Ojou-sama will stand for the Rainsworth dukedom. There's no need for me to be here..

He kept pleading, wondering why since he knew he would go anyway. Reim was facing the cupboard, already choosing the right clothes for Xerxes. Casually ignoring him by the way The Hatter gave him another doubtful look. He was serious about the black color thing. A despaired sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed Emily. No doubt she was unwanted there. But maybe..

— Do you think I can bring Emily if she agrees with wearing a black dress ?

Reim could not help a soft chuckle at the thought, turning around to give Xerxes his clothes. What an idea.. Maybe that would work. The Nightrays would be very upset anyway. Emily's presence would not change anything. As long as she does not bring attention upon herself..

— We'll see. Get dressed, then we'll take care of your hairs. Call me when you are ready.

Saying so, he walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind. Once again, Break is alone with his thoughts. And Emily. He pouted slightly. Why was Reim so.. modest ? He did not mind the other's presence.. It helped him not to think too much. Besides, he had a relaxing aura. Despite his stressed side. Break wonders how such saddening stuff could happen under a bright sun like the one that shined today. He stood up, stretched his arms and faced the cloth doll.

— Let's go Emily. It's not like we will wear black daily, right ?

It did not seemed like the doll made any move, yet Break nodded in agreement before to start changing himself. Somehow, he told the doll not to look and it seemed like it.. or she ? listened. Few more minutes later, the albino opened his door and quietly shouted his friend's name. Where the hell was he ? It was obvious Break could not do his hairs alone. Damn it.

After waiting a little while he began loosing hope and that's when Reim finally came back from wherever he decided to disappear. Not looking particularly disturbed, by the looks of it. Break quickly pulled him into the room, feeling relieved. And a bit annoyed too. Dear lord, he was surrounded by idiots.

— You looked stressed, Xerx'. Is everything alright ?

— Of course. Elliot is dead, he bluntly said. I killed a Baskerville. I'm not only the most powerful bust also the most hated member of Pandora. Everything is perfectly fine, I even wonder why should we wear black, he sarcastically added.

Okay. He was on the verge of hysterics. Looks like he could not get over yet. He will never be able to. He hid his face in his hands for few seconds, taking few deep breaths to calm down. No way he could break down now. Reim did not mind. He understood, somehow. Break apologized then goes to sat in front of his mirror. Forced to face his reflection.

Hey... in the end, black looked good on him too. Interesting.

I hope it was a bit less saddening. (Seriously, we are almost speaking of funerals here.)

Yes but. I got what I meant. ovo