Urg, I'm so sorry this took so long! My internet's so messed up and I've had five essays to do over the past two weeks... anyways, I'm gonna upload two chapters today since my mum's netboook seems to be working... *doesn't like netbooks*

Anywho~ Enjoy!

Break awoke with a start; wide eyed and panting as he escaped his dreams of blood, screaming and a little white-clad girl calling out to him. Taking a moment to register where he was Break forced his breathing to become slower and the torrent of images that still loomed to dispel as he mumbled to his own Chain: the Mad Hatter. "...What time is it?"

A low sigh resonated within him as the Chain answered, "Three a.m. so go back to sleep. Honestly, what am I, your mother?"

"Now, now. Don't be so grump-"

"I AM NOT GRUMPY YOU BLITHERING IDIOT!" The clearly grumpy Chain growled, much to Xerxes' amusement.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry." Break chuckled as he got up and made the bed. Ignoring Mad Hatter's suggestion, Break rubbed his eye sleepily and headed to his bathroom for a shower to calm himself.

Though the Chain resided inside Break's body, he could feel the Mad Hatter glare at him as the steaming water cascaded over the albino's pale skin. Break sighed, "What? I can't sleep straight after a nightmare." Keeping his left eyelids tightly closed, Break turned to face the shower head, feeling better as the cold sweat his body had produced while he dreamt was washed away.

"'Nightmare'? Ha, you only ever dream of the past and that encounter with the Will. And you know I hate being awoken for no reason – especially at ridiculous hours!" The Chain growled as the shower began to wake it from its half-asleep state.

"I said I was sorry." Break huffed, pouring shampoo into his hand, three a.m. or not, if he's showering, may as well do it properly.

A noise echoed in his head, suspiciously as though the Chain had stuck it's tongue out at him. Break chuckled softly at that as he rinsed his hair of the pineapple scented shampoo.

There was a comfortable silence for a while after, only the sound of water hitting either Break or the shower floor was audible. Mad Hatter was the first to break it.

"Are you ever going to tell them?"

"Tell who what?" Break queried, raising his right eyebrow.

"Those two contractors, are you going to tell them about the incident in the Divination room?"

"No." There was no point really, it had lasted a moment and Break had never been one for the 'art' of Divination, so he highly doubted it was a prediction – excluding the fact he saw Chains he knew to be destroyed. Though the fact that, for that one instant, he had been able to see again – it really unnerved the white haired man. Clearly, what he had seen the other day had caused concern in Mad Hatter too.

Break shook his head viciously to clear his head, before sighing and ridding his white hair of the same scented conditioner. From what he could gather, the 'prediction' had been of a Quidditch game, the first of which wasn't until November, and seeing as the Pandora agents had only been at the school a week, there was really no point in worrying just yet.

As it turned out, Break had managed to spend the equivalent of almost two hours showering, which whilst unusual meant no one could complain the man didn't wash.

Taking the time to act his age for once, by the time Xerxes had reached the Great Hall, breakfast was in full swing. Heading to the teacher's table, Break was happy to hear the flustered yell of his best friend.

"XERXES BREAK!" Liam bellowed upon seeing the albino. Everyone had stopped what they were doing, and turned to look between the two men. "Why – pray tell – are you wearing my clothes? Give them back!"

In response to his friend's clear distress, Break just laughed – it hadn't been easy to steal the jeans and dinner shirt from Liam's room, whist the auburn haired man had slept unawares.

Then, Break did something no one expected – he slowly undid his belt, slid it open and proceeded to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. Trademark stupid smirk in place, the mad man then put his hands either side of his waist, pulling the jeans down-

"STOP IT YOU DUMBASS! PUT THE PANTS BACK ON – NO ONE WANTS TO SEE!" Liam screamed with urgency, probably because Break's bunny-boxer covered rear was already half exposed. Break smirked wider.

"But Liam, I thought you wanted your clothes back?" A collective groan of disappointment sounded as Break redressed and walked up to the befuddled teachers, half wishing he could see the looks on their faces, he could picture the flustered, bright red face of Liam and feel many people – including Barma, funnily enough – still gawking at him. Break sighed inwardly, he hadn't had any fun or scared anyone out of their wits the entire time he'd been here – honestly, being professional was hard.

"NOT IN HERE BREAK!" Liam barked, not caring that the albino was less than three feet away.

Break chuckled mischievously, "Oh I see Liam, you want me to take them off for you somewhere more private~?"

"Yes I– WAIT! NO! GAH! DAMNIT XERXES!" The flustered man yelled as he caught the innuendo. Break just laughed louder as he sat down at the table, feeling much happier than he had upon waking more than a few hours ago.

Everyone in the Hall seemed shocked into silence as they just stared at the red faced man and his mad companion.

Hehe... um, I'm not sure how to explain that...

Note to self: never eat bonbons then decide to write.