I just felt that this scene had to be here. And besides, Carrie's gonna find out the truth about Leo at some point. I supose this is a good time to do so. When I was writing the part where Leo dreams about Elliot's death, it took me a little bit because I wasn't sure how to write it. At least I have it done now.

I do not own Pandora Hearts

Chapter 9: Into Your Eyes

The sun was setting over the horizon outside, and it shined through my closed curtain as I lay on my bed. I wasn't sleeping, just very bored. There was nothing on TV to watch, I didn't feel like reading, Leo was still sleeping, so I went to my room, set my stereo to random, and put a CD on.

'Ugh, there's nothing to do around here.' I thought angrily as I listened to the music playing softly. I breathed in and out, absolute boredom now becoming official. I tired to think of something to take my mind off this boredom.

I thought about Leo. I was a bit worried because he'd barley eaten anything all day, but he seemed to be getting better which was good. I was absolutely confused from earlier though. He said he dreamed about Elliot's death, and the only way this could be true was if he actually was his servant 200 years ago. This would mean the records had the wrong name all this time, but why was I surprised? I searched for the truth in that legendary tale that was hidden, but why did I feel doubt?

Maybe because...I just can't believe it yet.

(Dream)

Everything was deathly silent, and he just stared at his master in disbelief. His master was surrounded by a crimson puddle of blood, the deep red color was all around them, dying the stone floor of the mansion.

Leo stared at the body of his master, Elliot, his clothes stained with blood and lying on the floor, unmoving like a broken doll.

"E-Elliot...?" To him, this seemed like a horrible dream, a nightmare. This couldn't possibly be...real. However, the longer this silence went on, the possibility of this being a dream was diminishing in his mind. Elliot still didn't move.

"No...no, this can't be!" He shook his master's shoulders in an effort to wake him. Nothing changed. Leo stopped and stared at Elliot's face, and the cruel reality set it.

"Oh no...please, no!" He still didn't wake up, even if he was right in front of him, but there was no more warmth coming from him, he was cold now. "Elliot, please don't. Wake up. Don't do this to me, please!"

He soon realized his begging was useless now, and everything was melting down around him, a dark shadow seeming to engulf him in sadness and guilt. "Elliot!"

He begged for him to open his eyes, wanting to see those light blue eyes again and hearing Elliot's voice as he told him that everything would be alright. But, no, that wouldn't happen. Leo's own quiet sobs were staring to crush him like a weight, his heart breaking into a million fragments, because there was nothing left of his dear friend and master.

He wouldn't be able to hear his voice again, see him laugh or flip out at someone, get mad at him, play piano together...none of this Leo would never see from Elliot ever again.

"This was all..." He knew the answer...because of him, Elliot was dead. If Leo could erase this moment, he wouldn't hesitate to do so, just to get Elliot back and change this horrible fate. Then they could of walked out of here alive with the others.

The tears that streamed down his pale face were uncontrollable as they hit the floor and disappeared and he suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Elliot, I'm sorry! This was all because of me, and I'm sorry! Please, you can't leave me! I can't! I just...I can't...do this..."

Leo wanted him here, because he needed him. Elliot was the only thing that stabilized his life, all the misery inside. He kept him stable every single second they were together, he made everything alright, he kept the voices away; all that was shattered now, and Elliot would never hear the words Leo cried in this single moment.

It was all too much for the fragile boy as he pressed his head to Elliot's bloodstained chest and cried. His body shook with each agonizing cry that escaped his lips, echoing around the room. He didn't want to believe that Elliot was dead, but this was no dream.

Elliot was dead.

(End dream)

I woke up suddenly, the sheets still tangled around me. I felt tears slide down my face just from the pure remembrance of the dream. I looked up at the dream catcher Carrie had hung earlier, but no matter if it was some kind of magic, the dream still came back. A haunting dream that tore me up inside each time it came, that dark memory, and the reality was still the same.

"Elliot..." I whispered, tears still flowing without form or direction.

I smiled as the song changed. This song was nice, one of my favorites. The melody was simple, yet it touched my heart. Those two musicians who composed these songs were creative indeed.

*Slam*

I sat up slightly, hearing the door slam shut. "Ngh...Leo?"

Was he awake? If so, did he go outside? It was the only explanation for the door opening. So, I got up and went to open the door.

"Leo?" I called. He wasn't in the front yard, so I went around to the back. As I looked up to the sky, I saw that it had gotten cloudy outside.

'Hmm. I guess it wasn't as sunny out here as I thought.' Okay, now I really wanted to find Leo, judging by the sky, it looked like it was going to rain.

I was going to call out his name again, but I didn't have to search any more. "Leo!"

In our back yard, we had a small pond and a wooden gazebo. He was sitting on his knees at the bank of the pond, but I sensed a kind of sad atmosphere around him, which was very odd. Usually, he was very calm, but this time, he seemed different.

"Hey." I said as I walked up to him. I reached a hand out, but he turned away from it. Yeah, something was definitely up. "It looks like it might rain."

Too late. The rain started to come down. 'Me and my big mouth.'

I shook my head and looked at Leo, who didn't seem to be bothered by the rain. He just sat there, not caring about the rain.

"Um, Leo, is something wrong?" He didn't respond. I looked closer at his face and through the rain I could see tears rolling down his face. His body was trembling and I wondered if he was cold.

"Come on, you can't stay here in the rain." I took his arm and pulled him up, managing to get him over to the gazebo. Now, we were sheltered from the rain. We sat down on the wood floor, and we were both soaked from the rain. Leo was still shivering from the cold, and that was bothering me.

"Okay, you can't wear this, it's making you cold." I said, unbuttoning his shirt. "I accidentally left my sweatshirt out here in the gazebo earlier, so you can-"

My words became stuck in my throat as he let me remove his shirt, my eyes staring at him. He was thinner than I thought he was, and his arms had barley any muscle on them. I could see the faint scars from his stitches across his torso and the gauze I'd wrapped around his chest this morning. The only other time I'd seen him like this was back at the hospital when he was getting his stitches removed, but I had my eyes turned down to the floor the whole time.

Still, just staring at him, and shirtless at that, he was a very fragile boy.

"Hey, Leo, why did you come out here?" I asked, trying to distract myself.

"I don't know." I saw another tear slide down his pale cheeks. "I guess I just wanted some fresh air."

That may be true, but I still don't get it. I knew he'd been sleeping, and I didn't know he was awake till after he closed the door as he went outside. Also, when I had gotten to the door before I went outside to look for him, the little rug that sat in front of the door was off to the side, as if someone had run across it and their feet had made it go where it now sat. And why had he been crying when I found him, even if he sounded calm? It was as if something had startled him and made him upset.

"Was it that dream again?"

His body went rigid at my question, as if he was afraid that I'd ask that. For a few moments, the only sound around us was the sound of the rain, but when he opened his mouth to say something, he shuddered and started crying.

"He's dead, all because of me!" He shouted. As for myself, I was stunned; my calm observant friend was crying.

"Now why in the world would you say that?"

"Because it's true! Elliot died because of me! Why couldn't I have done something, why couldn't it have been me?"

I was curious, but I also felt pity. Sure, I haven't known Leo for too long, but for some reason, seeing him cry like this...it hurts my heart. Maybe because I'd never seen him like this.

"Why do you say it's your fault?" I asked.

"Why? Someone like you wouldn't understand at all!" He yelled.

"Hey, I know I haven't known you for very long, but I bet I could understand. Just give me a chance, don't think that I wouldn't be able to understand if you told me."

He seemed to hesitate, but he took a deep breath and started to tell the story through his tears. "It started a few months after I became his servant. We were in Sablier looking for a few children who got lost in the chasm. We found two of them dead, but when we found one that was still alive, a Chain came out of nowhere and Elliot saved me from it, but he was gravely wounded. I stood in front of Elliot to protect him from further harm, but then the voice came back."

'The voice?' This was a new one, but I sensed this was the truth.

"I thought they had gone away for good, but anyways, they told me that the Chain would be able to seal the wounds on Elliot, but I'd have to guess it's name because they couldn't recall it anymore." He continued.

"What was the Chain?" The records stated nothing of this, and I wanted every bit of truth I could get. But, what came next shocked me.

"Humpty Dumpty." That name, it was the exact one from the records that had formed a contract with Elliot Nightray. The reason was now uncovered, but there were still a few crucial components missing.

"It was the right name, correct?"

He nodded and continued with the story. "I made Elliot drink its blood and call out its name, therefore, saving him, but he became an illegal contractor. Soon after, the Chain erased his memories of that day, but, when the mystery of the headhunter came about and the party at Isla Yura's mansion...well, I'm sure you know."

Every bit was the truth, the past reveled. But I couldn't understand why Leo felt guilty. "Well, I kind of do know what happened at the party, but, if you saved him that day, then it wasn't your fault! It was the Chain's!"

"No!" He yelled at me. "If we never met, then he would still be alive!"

"Stop this! It wasn't you, it was a cruel twist of fate!" I interrupted.

"Then what would you call being cursed with misfortune?" He demanded. Whoa, this was so not like Leo.

"What do you mean by misfortune?"

"I'm the cause of it. Both my parents were killed by Chains, I heard voices in my head, I could see dancing flecks of light, and when I met Elliot, that was the beginning of the end for him. All of that was misfortune I was cursed with!"

'Going along with this, it's as if...' From what the records said about the servant of Elliot, even though they were few, these things were said. It was said that this servant claimed to see and hear things others couldn't, and both his parents were killed by Chains, just like Leo said. They matched perfectly, but, I still can't believe it yet.

"No one could have possibly predicted such a thing, you nor anyone else could of predicted an outcome like that." I said soothingly. "Besides, I'd like to know, you claim to see those things, golden lights of the Abyss' energy perhaps?"

He turned his head to me in surprise. "How would you know that?"

"It's in the records." I answered plainly. "But, still, why is this light so bad?"

"I don't want to see it." He muttered, his voice still tense with sadness.

"Is that the reason you decided to hide your eyes?"

"Of course it is!" He snapped. "I don't want to see that light, and I don't want anyone seeing my eyes!"

"Now what's so bad about that?" He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off. "So what? If the events of 200 years ago have passed, then everything is as it should be, you don't have to hide. I can understand your opinion, and I accept it, but I ask one simple thing?"

I took his cold hands and peered into his face. "Can I see your eyes?"

He pulled his hands away from me and turned away. "No. You don't need to see them, it'd scare you, just like with those guys."

"Ah." I remembered. Albert and the others had seem frightened by something, and I was totally lost as to how that happened. Were his eyes the reason?

"Leo, how scary could a face possibly be? I understand if you don't want anyone to see them, but just let me this once. You can trust me."

He didn't bother answering, but he turned back to me and nodded, almost hesitantly. I took a deep breath and reached forward, slowly taking his glasses from his face. I set them down beside him and looked back at Leo. He seemed to be nervous, but he didn't try and move away. Slowly, I reached for his hair and pushed back those long bangs that covered his eyes, but I stopped, my body freezing and I almost let out a slight gasp.

What I saw staring back at me was unbelievable. I saw deep pools of violet tinged with a light black. In that instant, it was like looking into the deepest night sky. I felt my heart beating faster as I continued to look into those deep reflecting eyes, and now I could see that they were like windows into his soul, and I felt like I understood everything. I sensed that he had a troubled and dark past, and that everything he just told me was a part of it.

'It's so...beautiful.' I've never seen eyes like his. In the records, there was something stated similar to this, and those eyes were said to belong to...

'No. Oh God, no way!' In the records, it stated that the servant of Elliot Nightray had these exact same eyes; Reo...Reo Baskerville. After Elliot's death, he'd discovered that not only was he the heir to the Baskervilles, but the next 'container' for Glen Baskerville's soul.

Staring into those eyes, I realized the truth. The records regarding the name of that person were wrong. The name wasn't Reo...it was Leo. The person in front of me was the 'container' and the servant of Elliot Nightray 200 years ago.

I pulled my hand away and let his bangs cover his eyes once more. My mind was trying to absorb all this truth, finally accepting it, and I could do was just sit there with a blank expression.

"You probably think I'm a freak. I'm always the weird one." Leo said, his voice barley audible.

I shook my mind from these thoughts. "No, I don't. Please believe that."

He started to cry again, and I let out a low growl. I then wrapped my arms around him in a warm embrace.

"C-Carrie?" He whimpered.

"In truth, I think your eyes are really beautiful. They're so deep that they could pierce a soul. That rich violet, it's like looking into the night sky; a blooming lilac flower. I've heard of eyes like this from the records, and...they're the same." I said, pressing my body against his. "But, 200 years have passed, you are no longer that 'container', so now it's over. And just know, don't think that Elliot's death was your fault. It was that Chain. So, don't think this way, it was never you. It wasn't your fault."

"Do you...r-really believe that?"

My intentions were as clear as day, and I smiled softly. "Yes, Leo. I truly believe that."

Suddenly, something came to mind. I can't believe I forgot! I had many opportunities to say it, and all of them had slipped my mind. That, I admit, was foolish of me to forget, but at this moment, it was something worth saying. "Hey, if it's worth something, I still haven't expressed my thanks. So, thank you, for saving me that day."

I heard him trying to say something, but no words came out of his mouth. He whimpered and buried his head in my shoulder. I knew his tears were wetting my shirt, but I didn't care. Right now, I could sense the amount of sadness that resided in his heart, shown through his tears.

'God, I guess Elliot's death was that hard to take.' I shouldn't of been surprised. He was there after all, and for some reason, even though new details about this event had been unearthed, it didn't seem to matter to me. Right now, Leo just needed someone, anyone, to just find some sort of comfort. I was willing to be that, I didn't want to see him like this.

There was rain pouring down around us, and under the shelter of the gazebo, I held Leo close to me, his arms returning the embrace and tears continuing to slide down his face onto the floor and into my shirt.

Little did I know, however, that there was someone else here, watching us through the rain.

Sigh, Carrie is so full of denial, well, not anymore I supose. Feel free to reveiw, as always.