Wow… Can't believe it's been this long now. A lot more bad stuff than good stuff has happened since 2010 when I think about it. My grammar has probably went down the drain too so I'm actually pretty nervous to write again and mess up. I have tried writing this chapter a few times but gave up each time. I have been keeping up with Pandora Hearts and waiting for a new chapter to be released every month and I have to say that all of the events that have been revealed blew my mind. Thank you to those who reviewed~!:

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{ No Reverie Lining }

C h a p t e r S e v e n : {I m m i n e n t B e d l a m }


An accident.

Mishap, casualty, an aimless happening.

Well, that's how Break saw it. Sharon however had a different conjecture on what really happened.

"An accident…?"

"Yes... Doctor Edevane. His first name is Vaughan if I remember correctly." Break leaned farther back at the sound of Sharon's chair moving closer to him as he continued. "He analyzed the damage and forebodes that I may have cracked a rib or two after my failed interrogation as of late last night."

"May I ask what type of interrogation you engaged in Break?"

The young Rainsworth tense form has yet to falter at Break's poor explanation of events that have unfolded…his nervous smile wasn't helping his case either sadly.

"A-ah, well it was quite similar to the situation when dear Alice dare I say possessed Oz when we first acquired him from the Aby-"

The silver-haired male was quickly cut off as Sharon swung an unknown weapon before the redhead's eyes at point-blank range throwing Break to the floor. The illegal contractor was lost for even a mere thought of what just happened. The young duchess before her… she was capable of doing such damage as whacking a full-grown man to the floor? What flabbergasted the girl even more was the fact that the three sitting across from the table appeared in no way concerned for the bleeding Break on the overly decorated carpet that covered the hard floor.

"B-Break!" Sharon began, raising her weapon once more above her head ready for another go. "That situation was completely different…!"

The red-eyed man slowly rose from his place on the form; raising his hands once again in defense as he let out another nervous laugh.

"My lady Sharon, I deeply apologize as I have for our dear guest seated before us… But I don't believe we are not helping her condition in any way with such a violent behavior."

The Rainsworth lowered her hand as she sighed before seating herself back to her seat that was the left of the frozen teenager. Break's once tense shoulders slightly slumped as he displayed a cracked smile before waving his long sleeves.

"My goodness, I believe we are missing what good news we have acquired though~"

Good news?!

"And what would that be…?" Raven mumbled as he eyed the long-haired brunette who was tearing a part of meat off of a turkey leg rather noisily.

"My dear illegal contractor has indeed spoken before if I heard correctly…" Break slowly leaned forward as he placed two cold, slender fingers under the redhead's chin before raising her head so her weary eyes met his one single red-eye. The illegal contractor remained frozen as Break's smirk widened. "So it will be a matter of time before she speaks again I presume…? And here I was quite afraid you were a mute."

"On another note, Raven…"

Jessica redirected her eyes quickly as Break's hand pulled back slowly. Raven's golden irises darted upwards from Alice to the smirking red-eyed man before they narrowed.

"Did you happen to find anything?"

"We didn't run into any obvious chains' lurking about if that's what you are referring to, Break."

"Ah… Not even any suspicious behavior in town?"

"No." Raven flatly replied.

The red-eyed man sighed as he leaned down on the table, grasping his once forgotten silver fork before propping himself back to his earlier spot on the tabletop.

"My, my…" Break mused; clenching on the fork he had clasped between his slender fingers. Raven began drumming his fingers against the white cloth that covered the hard wood table with a look of annoyance.

"The weather has been more than dreadful as of lately. The chain could not have gotten far." The red-eyed man quietly recalled his slouched form straightening as he spoke.

Chain... Chain.

The redhead sighed mentally as her back lounged forward. Her head was beginning to throb as she began to realize what the two males were talking about. She opened her eyes up slightly as they focused on her heavily bandaged hand lied out helplessly on the pale, soft blue blanket clumped up on her lap. Her right hand clenched the soft fabric as her knuckles featured a paler white as she squeezed slightly tighter.

Raven sighed heavily, "You never even informed us what the chain even looked like. It could have walked right by us and we wouldn't have even known." he scoffed before resting against the wooden chair as he crossed his arms.

They were looking for Svein…

Break slowly cast his single red-eye over to the redhead's slouched form and frowned, "Given the circumstances, neither do I nor Lady Sharon have any idea what the chain may look like... But surely this young lady sitting before us has an idea perhaps?"

It took a while but the illegal contractor eventually got the picture. But why would they want to do such a thing? Why would they want him? Was it a good thing they were looking for Svein? Why-

"Ah," Oz spoke up as he set his porcelain cup of tea on the tabletop before continuing, "Gil, you remember back in that alley way? There was a body…"

"Hmm…?" This sure caught Break's interest as it did for the redhead and Sharon.

"They were investigating the scene so we couldn't get a really good look. All we know was that it was a male with short black hair. His clothes were pretty tattered up too…"

Body? Short black hair? Tattered clothes...? Wait.

"Was there anything suspicious about the death perhaps?" Sharon asked softly with a look of mild interest.

Wait.

Oz's eyes down casted slowly before he replied. The redhead knew it was not best to quickly jump to conclusions but…

"They said it looked like a suicide…"

Suicide.

Svein, when he left… he had a look of regret.

Guilt. And…

"I'm sorry…"

The redhead held her breath as she began to think back…

"I need to go…"

Did Svein… did he really do such a thing?

"I'm sorry…"

"Hmm…?" The girl's thoughts were cut off abruptly as a cold hand brushed past her forehead. "It seems that our guest is not looking too well as of late. I believe it's time to go back to bed with you~"

The red-eyed male lazily removed himself from the table he was perched on as he discarded his fork by the plate Sharon once had her pastry on. The girl began to feel light headed as she clinched onto the blanket she was keeping herself warm with. She didn't want to believe it. She didn't even want to fathom the thought.

"I'll be back shortly." Break announced with a wave of his white sleeve as he wheeled the redhead off and out of the dining room.

Her vision was beginning to become blurry…

The thought of Svein committing suicide seemed impossible. He would never do such a thing would he? Back at home he was the stronger one out of the two of them. He always called her weak. If she ever was pushed to that point to end her life he would… The girl could only imagine all the scenarios that would have occurred and what Svein would have said. There was no doubt in her mind that Svein would back hand her if she did attempt to end her life.

But would he do it? Did he do it?

And if he did…who was left? Her family was gone, how could she go back to them? She was sent backwards into this time realm. Could she go back to the Abyss and perhaps be sent back forward? Would she have to make another contract with a different chain? No, Svein was her chain. But what if he's… dead?

Who's left?

The illegal contractor couldn't even see straight as more questions crowded her thinking. The scenarios of what she could do and what would happen if she went through with such ideas. And the picture her mind was painting out for her of Svein's body in that alley way… dead.

Dead.

Her body felt like it was hyperventilating as her mind suddenly shifted into panic mode. The thought of Svein… the last and only one left be gone was just too much for her frail body to endure. Jessica felt her body falling forward from her sitting position as the slowly moving wheelchair halted to an abrupt stop. She felt her form fall to the right as she crumbled to the floor in the hallway. The smell of cleaner and perfume lingered from the hallway rug her face was pressed up against, her breathing was uneven. She felt nauseous to the point of being sick.

Break took no time to tend to the matter before him. She looked as if she was ill, but this? Perhaps if he pulled her more up into the wheelchair she wouldn't have fallen out like she just had now. With a frown he made his way over to the fallen redhead before kneeling down and gently turning her body so she was resting more on her back. The redhead felt a shiver go down her spine as she felt a cold hand rest on her forehead.

"Dear me, you're burning up." Break mumbled as he racked his brain for how she could have fallen into such a state of health so quickly.

The girl felt her stomach to a somersault as her body was moved in a sitting position and then lifted up from the bland floor covering before she felt her back touch the back of her wheelchair once more; the blanket making another welcome return as it was rested on top of her. The wheelchair began moving again yet more quickly than before and for not as long as earlier this morning when she was brought down from the guest room she was staying in on the upper floors.

"Given the circumstances this will have to do."

The redhead felt the wheelchair come to a stop followed soon after by a click of a door lock and the faint noise of creaking made its way into her ears. She cracked her eyes open only to catch a glimpse of peach and beige before her. Her vision was going out. It must have been a different guest room. The room she was in beforehand had a royal red theme to it along with rose and marigold wallpaper. This room thankfully had a much calmer feel to it.

Break maneuvered the brown eyed girl over to the full sized bed before he began removing the more decorative pillows off the bed and discarding them in an empty woven basket near the nightstand. The female wasn't quite positive if the basket was placed there for that exact purpose or if was meant for dirty clothes. As she redirected her eyes back to the bed she saw that there was only two plush pillows left and the comforter alongside salmon sheets were pulled back.

"I don't quite remember the last time this dull room was used last. The bedroom we had you resting in beforehand had a lot more personality if you ask me. " Break stated as he pulled the baby blue blanket aside and deposited the fabric on top of the bundle of pillows. The illegal contractor just closed her eyes and leaned forward again as the red eyed male began voicing his opinions. She was going to be sick if she didn't lie down. The wheelchair was anything but comfortable at the moment. Thankfully Break noticed the position she was in before lightly pushing her shoulders up so her back brushed against the small cushion that was sewn into the wheelchair.

"I don't believe you had a fever this morning when I retrieved you for lunch…" Break mused as he rested his hand again on the girl's forehead. "My, my, if you were feeling too ill to come down you should have just said something~" If the female remembered anything about Break it would be that he obviously wanted her to talk; even a word would probably be sufficient for him. If she opened her eyes he was most likely smirking at her.

"I suppose it would be best if we get you back into bed again." Break sighed before he gathered the feverish girl into his arms and lied her down on the bed; pulling the cool covers over her. Jessica's once tense body relaxed as the male moved away from the bed. The room slowly became dark as Break closed the drapes around the room only leaving a few lit candles to supply light.

"Now don't fall asleep on me yet~" Break murmured as he retrieved a candle from her bedside. "You still need your medicine… I wonder where it may be though. There are too many troublesome possibilities of where it could have been placed."

Svein.

"There's no helping it I suppose…Perhaps Lady Sharon may know where it is."

The sound of footsteps slowly faded off as the redhead was left in darkness. Svein. The name echoed through her head over and over again as she lied there motionless. Before she was so furious with him…

Svein.

But the thought of him dead made all her anger fade away into despair. If he really was dead what was left?


I tried guys… I really tried. Sorry if you find a lot of grammar mistakes! I just can't write like I used to anymore :[ But I finally updated so at least it's somewhat of an achievement~ Oh and for now on I'll be replying back to reviews...! I'm so sorry that I haven't before, I'm just so used to how fanfiction used to be where they didn't have what they have now a days. Thank you sooo much though~ :]