Another dream chapter, like from chapter 15, but this time told from Leo's perspective. Only four days till the next chapter in the manga. Can't wait! Although, it will probably be late again. Sigh. On the other side, vol.7 comes out next month! XD

I do not own Pandora Hearts in any way.

Chapter 19: Sablier, 1711 (Leo)

"Anna!" A voice called out. "Anna, where are you?"

I turned around to find myself in a parlor; a white marble floor, pictures of different people on the walls, and a polished wooden staircase. The entirety of it was nicely set up and looked like it had just been cleaned. At the base of the staircase I saw a familiar black haired boy sit down, putting his head in his hands.

"Man, where did that girl go off to?" He muttered. He took his hands off his face and looked at the floor. I took this opportunity to look around the parlor, and I looked up just in time to see a girl come around the corner of the upper floor and look down at the boy. I knew very well who this girl is; Anastasia. Then that meant the other is her friend, Aaron.

I saw Anastasia smile and she gently walked down the stairs, careful not to make a sound as she sneaked up behind Aaron. She stopped behind him and leaned in towards him, a sly smile on her face.

"Hey, Aaron." She piped up.

He turned around sharply and fell backwards, letting out a startled yelp as he did. She lightly chuckled and straightened up as he lay on the marble floor. She quickly noticed him there and her smile faded into a half smile.

"Uh, Aaron?"

He groaned and titled his head up at her. "I told you to stop that."

"Stop what?" She gave him a it-wasn't-me look.

"You know." He growled. "Stop sneaking up on me like that."

"Right." She replied, trailing off on the word. "Why don't we go outside? It's spring and the flowers are in bloom."

"I guess so."

She helped him get up and they went off into another room, which left me alone in the parlor.

'Yeah, it's definitely those two again.' I thought. 'But, this time, I could find out if we really are tied to them in some way. This is my chance!'

I walked through the door that they had gone through, only to find myself now in a garden. It was as like Anastasia had said, all the flowers were in bloom and they varied in different types and colors. I looked over to a small river and found them by it, the girl picking a white daisy and handing it to Aaron.

"Here." She said as he took the flower.

"Thanks."

"So," She knelt down and put her hand in the water, allowing it to wash over her hand. "You actually snuck out this time."

"That doesn't matter." He replied coolly. "If I want to see one of my friends, I can do that. I have a right to, just as I have a right to go outside whenever I please."

She took her hand out of the water and straightened up to face him. "Ah, there you go with that again."

"What? I'm only saying what's true."

"I know, and I think you are right in saying that. However, you keep repeating it over and over." She smiled and lightly punched him on the arm.

"You've never complained before."

"Well, if you believe that," She said, ignoring his previous sentence. "Then what reason do you have for saying it now?"

He smirked at her and slightly pushed her back with one hand. Anastasia looked at him with surprise, giving him a did-you-really-just-push-me look in her eyes. She let out a small chuckle and tried to push him back, but he held up his arms in defense, resulting in her tripping over his feet and falling into the river. She wasn't the only one though, just then grabbing Aaron's arms and taking her with him.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh at these two. Aaron sat up and proceeded to splash her with water, Anastasia laughing and using her arm as a shield to block the water. After a few minutes, they got out and I decided to sit on a little wooden bench near them.

"Aw, you got my dress all wet!" She exclaimed as I sat on the bench.

"Now who's the one who's complaining?" He asked.

"Real funny." She shook her head, desperately trying to dry her hair off this way. "Now, since my dress is layered, could you please take off the upper layer so I'm not wearing a completely wet heap as my clothing?"

"What?"

"Just do it. I'll still have the other layer of my dress on."

He reluctantly did as she said. When he was finished, she was wearing nothing more than a white laced dress that was probably the other layer she had mentioned, and threw the wet upper layer of the dress off to the side.

"Okay, your turn." He said to her. She let out a low growl, as if she knew this was payback for a few moments ago, and removed his coat for him, then unbuttoning his white undershirt. After she was done, she sat back and stared at him.

"Hey," She said after a few minutes of silence. "Are you alright? You seem thinner than before."

His eyes widened for the slightest second, but then relaxed, pulling the fabric of the shirt closer to him. "Yeah. Why are you asking?"

A blush spread across her face and she looked away from him. "Oh! N-nothing!"

More silence passed by, and I sat here observing it all. 'I don't really know about this. I mean, this isn't really going anywhere. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe-'

"Hey, Aaron." She said, interrupting my thoughts. "Do you, um, believe in reincarnation?"

"Huh?"

"Well, once, Glen-sama said to me that it is in all possible, that souls can wander for 100 years before being reborn."

In a sense, Anastasia was right. That's what was said about Oz-kun, resulting in many rumors about him being the reincarnation of Jack Vessalius. The same thing had been said about me too, when in truth, I had merely inherited Glen Baskerville's soul; I wasn't his reincarnation. Anyways, there was an old tale, and, just like she had said, it stated that after a soul wanders aimlessly for 100 years, it can be reborn.

"Do you believe that?" Aaron asked, being careful of his words.

"Well, I don't really know. I mean, when he told me, he didn't seem to be lying." She sighed and lied down on the grass, looking up at the sky. "But, do you think the possibility exists? If we really did get reborn, it would be as different people, no memories of one another."

"Yeah, but still," He laid down on his back as well, turning his head to her. "I know one thing. The soul never forgets, so, we'd find each other one day."

"So, you're agreeing with me."

"I'm not picking one or the other, but, I'll go along with that possibility."

"Do you think much will have changed in that time?"

"Not really. However, I hope Sablier will stay this way forever, a thriving city."

Wait a minute, did he say Sablier? But, then, based on this and that other dream I've had of those two, this could only mean...

'I'm in Sablier, 300 years ago before it was dropped into the Abyss' I concluded.

"On another note," He slipped his hand into hers and smiled. "I hope your eyes remain an icy blue in that time, and maybe mine will remain silver too."

"I don't know. I've always seen you having a different eye color, because I think silver doesn't suit you."

"Then what does?" He asked.

"This may sound weird, but, I've seen a dream. You were there, and your eyes...they were a rich violet."

'What?' That's exactly what color Carrie said my eyes were, although she described them in a lot more detail. I continued to watch as Anastasia shifted closer to Aaron.

"If the soul never forgets, would ours be able to remember this moment, and find each other in return, even if we don't truly remember?"

"We would proclaim that we are not what we are right now, that's true, but," He moved even closer to her and connected his lips with hers. She looked at him wide-eyed before letting her eyes close and let herself get lost in the moment. They opened their eyes again when their lips parted and he just looked into her eyes. "Anna, I love you and I will forever find you."

"I..." She must of known he was waiting for a response, and, as the wind began to stir up petals in the air, she gave him her answer. "I love you too."

They kissed again as more petals began to gust around the garden. I got up from the bench, but the sun glared in my eyes at that exact moment, temporally blinding me. However, the light in my eyes brought on a sudden headache, and in a split second, it turned into an unbearable pain, making my fall to my knees and hold my head in my hands.

'Again? Why now?' I closed my eyes, but then, I started to hear voices again, the ones that call out from far away memories.

"We have to move, Aaron!"

"If you know what is right, then your words are like pure sunlight."

"Stay away from her!"

"Aaron!"

I tried to push these voices from my mind when I heard a crackling sound. I was able to open my eyes for one second to see where the sound came from, but all I saw were the bright dancing flames of a fire, burning everything around me.

I took in a sharp breath off air as I bolted upright in my bed, my eyes wide, my heart pounding in my chest, and beads of sweat trickling down my face. Looking around, I saw that I was still in my room, but now I was dressed in my pajamas. Oh, that's right. After me and Sasha had talked for a few minutes, I changed into my pajamas and went back to bed.

I laid back down after I regained control of my breathing, relived that the fire that had surrounded me in that dream was no longer here, meaning it was nothing more than a dream. No, what am I saying? Dream or no dream, the conversation I had witnessed between those two was something else.

Could it possibly be a coincidence that Anastasia saw his eyes as violet in a dream? Speaking of which, even if her face had different features than that of Carrie, her hair and eyes were exactly the same. Is that merely a coincidence too or does her believes in reincarnation hold true?

'Maybe I'll ask Carrie tomorrow.' I pondered. 'After all, she has some information about Anastasia.'

That was a good idea, and she's wondering the same thing. So, at some point or another, maybe she's had a dream like the one I've just had too.

'If she has, then that-' My thoughts were interrupted my a light, but sharp pain in my chest. I winced at this and shifted under the covers of my bed, knowing it wouldn't help. It came again, and I as continued to move around restlessly, it all suddenly became very warm.

'Maybe I should take this shirt off.' I propped myself up on my elbows and started to unbutton the pajama top. Then, just I as unbuttoned it past my chest, my eyes caught sight of something that made me unable to breathe for a split second.

There, as plain as day, was the incuse.

'What?' My mind was starting to go into a panic. 'How can this be? Nether me or Carrie saw the incuse before, so why?'

It shouldn't be there, I don't want to. But, now, it's...

I closed my eyes, laying down once again, and, for the first time since Elliot's death, tears streamed down my face as I silently cried myself to sleep.

Sigh, I felt sad after writing that last part. Feel free to reveiw, as always.