Lazy days...school is so boring...la la la...okay, enough with that. With the three day weekend coming up, I'll have much more time to work on the story, which I'm two-thirds of the way done with writing.

I do not own Pandora Hearts in any way.

Chapter 8: Revelation

"Eh? Sasha, what are you doing here?" Long story short; after biking down here, I forgot where Sasha works. (stupid me!) I knew it was somewhere in the plaza, I just didn't know where, so one by one I searched stores until I finally ran into her in the pharmacy.

My sister turned around to face me upon realizing I was here. "I'm on break. Besides, I could be asking you the same."

"Oh, uh." Crap. Right now, I had only just realized that this could be taken the wrong way with her if not handled correctly. I don't even know if she would believe the reason I came. So how was I gonna explain now? Ah, that's it! "I came 'cause Leo fell asleep while reading, but he woke up in some serious pain, and we don't have any painkiller at home to help."

"Alright then." She handed me a bag. "I had to pick this up because I hurt my leg earlier at work, but it's not that bad, so take this to him if you want. Sounds like he needs it more than I do."

"Uh, thanks."

She nodded and turned away from. "I need to get back ."

Still stoic goodbyes as usual, nothing had changed about that, not even in the slightest.

"Well, well. If it isn't miss goody-two-shoes."

I was about to leave for home, but I turned around at that voice as I unchained by bike, the pent up annoyance in it. Three boys stood in front of me, all from my school. Those creeps must of been following me. I knew them well, and I hated them. The one I hated the most was devilishly grinning at me.

"Albert." I sneered. Albert, an extreme eyesore and someone who thinks the same of me. All the time at school, he'd try his best to humiliate me and make me cry. Was his goal in life to see me cry and have everyone hate me?

"No time for formalities, you stuck up girl." He retorted. "What'cha got there?"

My grip tightened on the bag. "Nothing of your concern."

"Oh, really. Don't screw with me, I saw you walking out of the pharmacy. You think you're such a bad girl now."

I wanted to punch him, not caring who saw me. I knew very well what he was implying. That fool. "No. These are not mine, I would never do that. I'm out on an whim."

"I see." He laughed, his friends joining him. "So, where's your friend?"

'Leo...' What do they want to know about him?

"He's...not feeling well at the moment." I softly answered.

"Hmm. That depressed boy with the glasses is sick, huh?"

I snapped right then and there. That bastard! "You! How dare you say that? He's not depressed in any way, and his name is Leo!"

"So his name is Leo then." He scoffed and pushed me back, making me fall down back into my bike. "Well that's as far as you'll ever get. A guy who can't even see through that mess of hair and wears those over sized glasses."

"Shut up you-" But Albert cut me off.

"You're just lucky he can't see what a low life you are!"

That hit me hard. Normally, I'm not affected by those things, but if someone were to go that far, it would be a bigger impact on me. I couldn't even say anything as tears started to swell through my eyes.

"That's enough!" A calm, yet loud voice said.

This town really hadn't changed, just like Carrie said. Everything was just like in the style of the buildings in Reveil, and I was practically over the time lapse now, it was like being back in Reveil, but this was still a strange world with strange concepts. Okay, I know, she told me not to move around, but I wanted to see what kind of town she lived in. I'm just lucky I caught a ride here from a passing carriage.

"Oh, a library." I said, glancing up at the building, entirely built of bricks. The amount of books that could be inside just based on the size of this place just filled me with wonder.

'Maybe I could ask Carrie to take me here later.' Yeah, sure, after I finish reading those books I picked out from her library.

Just then, I thought I heard a familiar voice from around the corner, but I might just be imagining it. I winced as I clutched the area where she'd wrapped gauze around my bruise. Now I definitely didn't imagine that. I should probably sit down somewhere or head back to the house.

"So his name is Leo then." This time it wasn't in my head. I glanced around the corner of the library just in time to see someone push Carrie down against a bike. I wanted to call her name, shocked that someone would do this to her, but seeing her helpless on the ground, that person standing menacingly in front of her I couldn't say it. The boy who stood in front of her had sandy hair and seemed happy at seeing her this way.

"Well that's as far as you'll ever get." The boy said again. "A guy who can't even see past through that mess of hair and wears those over sized glasses."

I could tell Carrie was getting frustrated as he continued to assault her with those words. "Shut up you-"

"You're just lucky he can't see what a low life you are!" She couldn't take anymore as tears came to her eyes.

'T-those...fools!' How could they do this to her? My hands curled into a fist, I couldn't stand by and watch them bully her, I couldn't stand seeing her cry. I can't stand it!

"That's enough!"

I stepped out of the shadows and went to stand in front of her. I knew their gaze was on me, but I couldn't let her get hurt anymore.

"You must be her friend, Leo, right?" He mockingly asked.

"Yes. I am her friend." I calmly answered.

"Well what do you see in a girl like that, huh? I don't even know what she sees in you."

"If I were to answer that, she's a brilliant person, and quite frankly, I don't see why you have to torture a sweet and innocent girl like her."

He fell silent for a moment, but then snickered. "You're really an idiot to be friends with her, ya' emo boy!"

He then pushed me back as well, making my glasses fall off, and since he pushed me right were my wound was, I coughed up a little blood as I regained my balance.

"Leo!" I heard her cry out.

"Hey, shut up, girl! And you, listen well!" He proclaimed. "I'm guessing your story with her is that she's some kind of shred of happiness in your life or some other stupid reason. You're just another depressing addition this town doesn't need, and she's just annoying to stand up for you. A girl like that...she doesn't deserve any friends at all!"

I really couldn't find any words to toss back at this person, but I could feel anger rising within me. This boy, how could he say such things about her? I knew Carrie only as a innocent little girl, who only did what was best for the people she cared about. To say she doesn't deserve any friends, it's like telling her to go die. These people are fools.

"I'll tell you again. That's enough." I found the strength inside to say these words, and the wind started to pick up as I said them. "Please, leave her alone."

The wind blew harder the moment I uttered those words, and the sun seemed a bit brighter now, as if...it was just like before.

"Those eyes of yours see a 'golden grain of light' that others cannot see."

I remembered those words which Vincent had whispered in my ear that day. This was only true for a short moment, the wind calmed down, covering my view of that light.

"L-let's get out of here!" I heard him exclaim. He must of seen them, meaning my eyes scared them away. That didn't concern me at the moment.

'I thought that was over.'

"Leo...?" I turned around, Carrie looking up at me and holding my glasses.

I kneeled down in front of her and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I think so." She said, a weak smile on her face.

I sighed, knowing those words were still lingering on her. "Hey, don't listen to them. Their words are unfounded."

She chuckled lightly. "I know. He's an eyesore."

I laughed along with her, a humorous comment that represented what she thought that person was, and her laughing voice made it more funny, but then I felt something being put on my face.

"Here's your glasses back."

"Thank you."

After our confrontation with Albert, me and Leo returned home. I wonder what had made Albert turn tail and flee? When we got back, I asked Leo if he was feeling alright, mainly since he'd come to my aid earlier and Albert had pushed him back so hard that he actually coughed up a bit of blood due to his wound. He said it hurt a little, but he was fine. So I made him some soup and gave him some pain killer afterwords to ease his pain. Then he went to bed about an hour and a half ago.

'Hmm. Interesting.' I thought to myself as I looked through the books he had picked from our shelves. A few of them my favorites, a few of them Sasha's favorites. I knew right now he was reading I book I'd gotten him called Incarceron and he liked it a lot, mainly because of its similarity to Oz Vessalius and the Abyss, but he said it was well written too.

It seemed we had more in common than we thought, our love of books was that exact common thread.

I flopped down on the couch and was about to turn on the TV, when I heard a scream, startling me into sitting up.

There was only one other person in the house right now. 'Leo?'

I walked over to his room and pushed the door open to see the sheets tangled around him, and he was curled up into a ball. His body trembled and he was...crying?

"Leo?" I asked as I walked over and put a hand on his back. He shuddered and turned his head slowly up to me. "What's wrong?"

"J-just a bad d-dream." He stuttered.

"You know you're crying, right?"

He didn't really seem surprised, only slightly confused. Does nothing affect this guy?

"Oh, it's...well, I dreamed about Elliot's death."

"Ah. I remember reading about it in the records." I did know of this incident.

The records stated that at an apparent party being held for Oz Vessalius, which, unbeknownst to most people, was a cover for a mad man named Isla Yura's attempt to recreate the Tragedy of Sablier. Moving on, Elliot had gone to rescue his servant, Reo, who had been captured, and stopped his own mother from killing him, but then a Chain named Humpty Dumpty emerged, which led him into realizing that he was the headhunter. The reasons as to how he came into contact with this Chain or why he killed members of his own family are still unknown, but in the end, he rejected his own Chain to save everyone in the mansion, ultimately killing not only the Chain, but himself.

As I thought this over, even if some details were hazy, the possibility of Leo actually being the servant of Elliot Nightray 200 years ago became more probable, and I was starting to believe it even more, but I didn't entirely believe it yet. I just can't believe it yet.

"Heh...really? Was it that awful?" I nervously asked.

"I guess I'm still a bit shook up over it."

I nodded. "I see. Well, try and get some rest. You look really tiered."

I turned to leave, but he grabbed my wrist as I did. "What if I have that dream again?"

I sighed inwardly. "Okay, you know what?" I walked out but came back with a dream catcher and hung it off the ceiling fan. "This is called a dream catcher. It is believed that only good dreams can slip through it, and bad dreams get tangled in it and are vaporize at the first rays of morning. Trust me, it works."

"Alright then." His body relaxed, not even caring if he was tangled up in sheets. I smiled and walked away, but the subject of his dream still created doubt within me.

'No, I...I just can't believe it yet.'

They just can't catch a break, can they. Oh well, things will get easier for them after the next chapter, at least for a little while. ;) As always (and I know I sound annyoing by saying it), feel free to reveiw. Much appreciated.