Author's Note: Hello again! Thank you to people who reviewed! I needa rush this note as I have to sleep soon! School is tomorrow. Dammit. I wanna write alot more for this chappy, but i also wanted to get this chapter up by today since i left you with such a midget intro. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PANDORA HEARTS; I DO NOT MAKE MONEY FROM THIS. PANDORA HEARTS IS OWNED BY JUN MOCHIZUKI. I ONLY OWN MY OCS.

Mary was worried as shit. Would this 'Elliot' be as the rumours described? An angry, hot-headed, hottie scowling, short little snob? First thoughts are great, she mused. Elliot's servant Leo was pretty nice. He seemed like he balanced out Elliot's 'charming' personality with his happy and optimistic one. She pouted, she really wanted a personal servant, and instead she was stuck with a snobby fox. She turned her head to the left to see a white fox growl at her. They had quite the delightful relationship Mary and Reynard had. It was quite lovely really, the mad 'little' fox (And by little, Mary meant big enough to be a scarf on her shoulders, like she said, delightful relationship.) didn't grovel even if she dumped a bucket of ice water over his arrogant head (Reynard happily paid divine retribution the next day by shredding all her corsets, and ransacking her vanity drawers then leaving her jewellery in the mud.) But maybe that wasn't so smart because he was an arctic fox. The cold had no effect. So the next day she poured boiling hot water over his obnoxious head (Mary ended her day with getting attacked by a mad fox and falling down a five metre well.)She didn't even know why she kept Reynard, maybe because she trusted her weird brother. His words. 'Get a wolf! They are cool, you should get a boy!' She had no idea why she trusted him, maybe because she was six at the time. Mother wouldn't let them get a wolf, so instead she got a cranky Arctic fox. Sheldon wanted the damn wolf; he said it would prove his 'manliness'. Men. Then she 'had' Sunny. The night-coloured, stray, fat cat sat on top of the carriage roof, occasionally peeking her head in the window. The cat started following her after she fed it a cookie, after that around her house mishaps kept happening. Mother believed that the cat belonged to the devil, but really it was the groundskeeper who had a phobia of cats trying to get rid of her. The two lazy as hell animals Mary owned did not cease her loneliness as they were not the best social-butterflies. An arrogant, arctic fox and a stupid cat that brings misfortune, they make the perfect pets. She sighed, thinking of her unfortunate memories. She had briefly seen Elliot when they were children, she couldn't quite remember his features though. But she did remember seeing Mother with a VERY mischievous grin on her face while looking back and forth between the two children. Damn her. Mother had said Elliot was really 'Something to look at'. She hoped she wasn't turning shallow enough to stoop so low as to only think about a person's appearance. Truthfully, if she DID end up living with an angry, little snapper that looked like a naked mole rat (Oh god how much they scared her.), she wouldn't know what to do with herself. Sunny climbed through the window and sat on her lap. She was so heavy. She couldn't move her legs at all. Frowning unhappily, she stroked the black cat with her pale, small hand. She boredly looking at her long, purple nails. Sunny merely stared at her with unblinking amber coloured eyes. The damn cat was creepy. She pulled the large cat off her lap and beholded the sight which was to be the scenery of her impending doom. The Nightray manor looked quite exquisite as she looked through the carriage window. She sighed yet again. When Mary found out that her mother had set her up with a blind date that would last forever she mentally stabbed herself for forgetting her mother's words and her own.

'When your older darling, I will give you the BEST husband ever!'

'Really? I hope he's a nice person!'

'Yea! I hope so too...ehehe.' Her mother had already picked out her fiancé when she was only SIX.

Thanks to my strangely sometimes warped personality apparently, my mother didn't trust me to find a fiancé of my own who was 'normal' as she put it. Just damn her to hell.

She stepped out of the carriage and breathed in fresh air. Reynard hoping for a free ride jumped on her shoulders, she just shoved him off, but he was attached to her clothes with those bastard claws of his. Now she had a small rip on her dress. Just dandy. For a first impression, she didn't want to wear anything too gaudy or too plain. But her mother insisted and persisted until she wore a Lolita style dress. After looking at herself in the mirror, Mary immediately clawed off the awful poofy dress. Their mornings were wonderful at times. Mother-daughter time was not fun. She went over to a nearby pond and looked at her reflection. She was wearing a simple but not plain, purple dress with a black corset. The sleeves of the dress ending at her elbows had small black lace decorating the sleeves. The dress reached to her ankles, where black-lace up heels resided comfortably on her feet. Her hair was black, curly and reached to just below her not-too-large breasts. On her neck was a black chocker with the Rainsworth crest displayed proudly. Now the facials. Staring at her face, Mary certainly did not look related to the Rainsworths. Her lips were slightly a rosy colour, her hazelnut shaped eyes were coloured a luminous blue with a slight green which seemed to resemble the colour of the ocean. Her pale skin glowed from the setting sun. Lowering her long lashes, she stared at her warped reflection. Hmm. Would he be a nice person? She was puzzled as to why her Mother paired her up with the boy in the first place. She raised a pale hand on the albino fox's head which was met with no hostility, she smiled. She was ready to meet this 'handsome scowling, hot-blooded little snob'.

After reaching the large and majestic double doors of the estate, she swallowed a lump of uneasy feelings and felt it hit her stomach rock bottom. The butterflies that flittered freely in her gut soon turned into a plague of moths. Her brain tried thinking of positive things out of this, however they turned to verbal abuse seconds later. He could be like one of the twelve angry men waiting for her to ride the boat to hell. He could be heartless and abuse her. He could be a perverted boy who liked to grope 'things'. He could, he could- Her thoughts were soon cut off as the footman opened the door for her. Followed closely behind was her bagman and more bags. As well as Sunny who was content with sniffing her new home. Reynard on the other hand had jumped off her shoulders earlier and started to try and make Mary trip. He must be bored. Soon, Leo came down the foyer stairs with a boy around her age with sandy, beige coloured hair. He must be Elliot. He was stiff and rigid, and like a plank. He soon stood in front of me. His pretty blue eyes looking Mary up and down, judging her. She did the same, he had callused hands, and they were callused from a piano. He must be good at the piano then. He was just a few inches taller than her. Just. He was indeed quite handsome as mother said; she wouldn't use the icky word 'hottie' though. Maids these days. They just love to gossip about their 'hottie' masters. 'You must be Mary.' He said, bowing slightly.

'Yep. That's me. So that means your Elliot. Nice to meet you Elliot.' Mary said, curtsying slightly.

Well this is awkward.

Elliot simply fake smiled. His mouth expression did not match the storm in his eyes.

'Hi Leo.' Mary said, smiling.

'Hello Marie.' Leo said, smiling back. He was still the same. Same messy hair. Same abnormally large glasses. Same charming smile. Leo decided that he liked her name Marie better than Mary. He was a nice guy. Sunny loves Leo and soon came trotting over like a queen and started rubbing against his leg. She never does that to Mary. Man, she was a loner. She met Leo at the library just yesterday and ended up being her tour guide as Elliot was busy 'Sleeping the day away.' as Leo stated. They got along well. Her first impression on Leo was good, now time to force the real side of Elliot Nightray out. Fun. Let's see if he really is the angry little boy.

Silence stuck to them like shadows as they awkwardly walked to the library. Mary walked next to her...new fiancé and Leo. The word was so funny. Small talk Mary was not a big fan of as it usually made the situation so awkward that she felt like running away. Yep. Her new life at the manor was gonna be fun. 'So your my new...fiancé?' Elliot said, as if trying out the word on his tongue. 'Yep. The one and only (Hopefully.). So...what do you like better, cats or dogs?' Mary tried hard with the small talk. For her it was not working. 'Err...dogs! Cats are...cats and dogs are just better? The Nightray household is mainly more of a dog family so...yeah.' Elliot said, boy, this was just so awkward. The atmosphere was so wrong. Mary saw him clench his fist tightly, as well as him looking at Sunny with loving eyes. Heh. Cat person. Ting! One thing she liked. Arriving at the darkly lit library, her eyes scanned the many bookcases and aisles. She would have many good memories here. Ting! One thing she like about the house: Expansive library. They all sat on a couch close to the fireplace. Elliot on the couch directly across from her and with Leo next to him. Did they have to make it like an interrogation? Sunny curled on Leo's lap...Reynard , like the 'king' he is was sitting on the highest shelf and literally looking down on us, Elliot especially. Oh dear. The stay at the mansion could be enjoyable. Maybe.

There the story is! More coming at a POSSIBLY much later date. If you encourage me with reviews and I survive school then i will update faster! Thanks!