Pandora Hearts: Past, Present, and Future 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts, that belongs to Jun Mochizuki. I am not making any money off of this, this is solely for my own entertainment, and you would get nothing in the attempt to sue as I have nothing really to give.
AN: Ok, this is the first of two chapters so let me know what you think. Also, I think I know what is going to happen in the second chapter, but I welcome any ideas you wish to throw my way. If I use them, you will be accredited in the next chapter.
Warning: Mention of kissing between two boys (and technically both boys are underage in this chapter, but we’ll just ignore that). If you can’t handle that, please just turn back now. Flames will be used to warm my dorm and roast marshmallows.
The Past
The first time it was quick, playful even teasing. They’d been out in the woods, Oz having decided to ditch his lessons for the day and, of course, making Gil come along with him. Oz had been running ahead, stopping only occasionally to let Gil catch up as the raven-haired boy’s calls for him became fainter. Then he’d dash ahead again, laughing. The last time he stopped, Oz had to backtrack after several minutes of silence only to find the smaller boy sitting against a tree, trying desperately to catch his breath. Grinning mischievously, the blonde crept silently closer to his younger servant before he gave a great yell and tackled him. They rolled a couple of times before stopping, Oz straddling the now beet-red Gil. Still grinning, Oz leaned down and placed a quick, teasing kiss on the stuttering brunette’s lips before getting to his feet, laughing lightly, and dragging the other boy back through the woods.
The second time was more desperate. It was shortly after confronting the master, and Gill had finally been allowed to return to Oz’s side, rushing there without a second thought. When Oz kissed Gil this time, it was harder and longer, it tasted of the tears Gil had recently shed for Oz, and it had a tinge of desperation to it. Oz clung to his best friend, his only friend, silently begging for the acceptance and love that his father had so recently, so callously denied him, and Gil could not, would not, do anything but accept the plea and give what he had. Oz was the most important, most precious person in the world to him, and he would rather give his own life than see the blonde in so much pain. They sat there, clinging to each other for a long time, only separating when someone came to get them for dinner.
The third time, the last time before Oz was pulled into the Abyss and everything changed, was gentle. Oz had decided to explore more of the mansion they were staying at and had, of course, dragged Gil along with him in dodging the maids and butlers, threatening to sick Dinah on him if the ebony-haired boy didn’t comply. Oz finally stopped in a shaded, hidden alcove in the garden after a couple of hours. The blonde sat down on the grass and, instead of letting his friend sit beside him, he grinned mischievously as he pulled the smaller boy onto his lap, laughing as Gil flushed heavily and stuttered out protests. Oz kissed him softly, effectively stopping those protests and any other thoughts Gil may have had. As they sat there for a moment afterwards, there was a promise of something more in the air, something they would have to explore when they were back home and had more time. The moment was finally broken when Ms. Kate came into the gardens, and they had to sneak away, at Oz’s insistence, so they wouldn’t be found.
When Oz woke in the Abyss, one of the first rational thoughts he had was concern about Gil. He couldn’t help remembering the younger boy falling, bloody, onto the ground, cut, however unintentionally, by Oz’s own hand. He knew he had to get out, get back and make sure Gil and everyone else were okay, make sure he hadn’t done something he knew he never forgive himself for.
That was why, when the slightest hope for an escape came in the form of a contract with Alice, he took it with hardly a second thought. Even when the smaller girl kissed him though, he couldn’t help but compare it to the kisses he’d shared with his friend and find the earlier ones, the ones with his best friend, better. As Alice took over his body and they were released from the Abyss, the last thing to flash into his mind before he lost consciousness was Gil’s face and the thought that he was going home.
To Gil, it had been ten long years since he’d last seen his master, ten years since he’d been forced to watch, barely conscious, as Oz was dragged into the darkness of the Abyss, banished there by his own father. During those ten years, he’d trained to become stronger, faster, and smarter, all in preparation for the day they would be able to save Oz from the Abyss. He’d bound himself to the chain Raven so that he might be strong enough to save and then protect his precious master, to make sure the blonde would never suffer again. His young master was in his thoughts every day and every night, the memories of those five years they had spent together the only solace during his darkest moments. When the day finally came, and he, Break, and Sharon had gone to the mansion to connect to the Abyss, he’d been nervous though determined to get everything right, and he was shocked when Oz just appeared in front of them, not looking any different than he had the day he’d disappeared.
As Gil picked up his now smaller master, he suddenly felt very old. It was obvious by looking at him that no more than a few hours had passed for Oz during the ten years that had passed for Gil, the would he’d inflicted with his own hand while under that damnable Zwei’s powers still fresh and bleeding slightly. The boy he’d once seen as larger than life and almost completely indestructible was suddenly smaller, lighter, and fit into his arms easily. It was in that moment he decided that, unless Oz somehow recognized him, he would stay silent. He would play the part of Raven, Pandora’s subordinate, and act as Oz’s bodyguard. He would stay silent and let the hope he’d somehow kept secret even from himself of everything somehow returning to normal between he and Oz, of exploring what had started between him that day ten years ago, die. He wouldn’t allow Oz to become tainted by what he’d done. As long as he could stay beside Oz and protect him, that would be enough.
Chapter 2: The Present, The Future
AN: Ok, this is the first of two chapters so let me know what you think. Also, I think I know what is going to happen in the second chapter, but I welcome any ideas you wish to throw my way. If I use them, you will be accredited in the next chapter.
Warning: Mention of kissing between two boys (and technically both boys are underage in this chapter, but we’ll just ignore that). If you can’t handle that, please just turn back now. Flames will be used to warm my dorm and roast marshmallows.
The Past
The first time it was quick, playful even teasing. They’d been out in the woods, Oz having decided to ditch his lessons for the day and, of course, making Gil come along with him. Oz had been running ahead, stopping only occasionally to let Gil catch up as the raven-haired boy’s calls for him became fainter. Then he’d dash ahead again, laughing. The last time he stopped, Oz had to backtrack after several minutes of silence only to find the smaller boy sitting against a tree, trying desperately to catch his breath. Grinning mischievously, the blonde crept silently closer to his younger servant before he gave a great yell and tackled him. They rolled a couple of times before stopping, Oz straddling the now beet-red Gil. Still grinning, Oz leaned down and placed a quick, teasing kiss on the stuttering brunette’s lips before getting to his feet, laughing lightly, and dragging the other boy back through the woods.
The second time was more desperate. It was shortly after confronting the master, and Gill had finally been allowed to return to Oz’s side, rushing there without a second thought. When Oz kissed Gil this time, it was harder and longer, it tasted of the tears Gil had recently shed for Oz, and it had a tinge of desperation to it. Oz clung to his best friend, his only friend, silently begging for the acceptance and love that his father had so recently, so callously denied him, and Gil could not, would not, do anything but accept the plea and give what he had. Oz was the most important, most precious person in the world to him, and he would rather give his own life than see the blonde in so much pain. They sat there, clinging to each other for a long time, only separating when someone came to get them for dinner.
The third time, the last time before Oz was pulled into the Abyss and everything changed, was gentle. Oz had decided to explore more of the mansion they were staying at and had, of course, dragged Gil along with him in dodging the maids and butlers, threatening to sick Dinah on him if the ebony-haired boy didn’t comply. Oz finally stopped in a shaded, hidden alcove in the garden after a couple of hours. The blonde sat down on the grass and, instead of letting his friend sit beside him, he grinned mischievously as he pulled the smaller boy onto his lap, laughing as Gil flushed heavily and stuttered out protests. Oz kissed him softly, effectively stopping those protests and any other thoughts Gil may have had. As they sat there for a moment afterwards, there was a promise of something more in the air, something they would have to explore when they were back home and had more time. The moment was finally broken when Ms. Kate came into the gardens, and they had to sneak away, at Oz’s insistence, so they wouldn’t be found.
When Oz woke in the Abyss, one of the first rational thoughts he had was concern about Gil. He couldn’t help remembering the younger boy falling, bloody, onto the ground, cut, however unintentionally, by Oz’s own hand. He knew he had to get out, get back and make sure Gil and everyone else were okay, make sure he hadn’t done something he knew he never forgive himself for.
That was why, when the slightest hope for an escape came in the form of a contract with Alice, he took it with hardly a second thought. Even when the smaller girl kissed him though, he couldn’t help but compare it to the kisses he’d shared with his friend and find the earlier ones, the ones with his best friend, better. As Alice took over his body and they were released from the Abyss, the last thing to flash into his mind before he lost consciousness was Gil’s face and the thought that he was going home.
To Gil, it had been ten long years since he’d last seen his master, ten years since he’d been forced to watch, barely conscious, as Oz was dragged into the darkness of the Abyss, banished there by his own father. During those ten years, he’d trained to become stronger, faster, and smarter, all in preparation for the day they would be able to save Oz from the Abyss. He’d bound himself to the chain Raven so that he might be strong enough to save and then protect his precious master, to make sure the blonde would never suffer again. His young master was in his thoughts every day and every night, the memories of those five years they had spent together the only solace during his darkest moments. When the day finally came, and he, Break, and Sharon had gone to the mansion to connect to the Abyss, he’d been nervous though determined to get everything right, and he was shocked when Oz just appeared in front of them, not looking any different than he had the day he’d disappeared.
As Gil picked up his now smaller master, he suddenly felt very old. It was obvious by looking at him that no more than a few hours had passed for Oz during the ten years that had passed for Gil, the would he’d inflicted with his own hand while under that damnable Zwei’s powers still fresh and bleeding slightly. The boy he’d once seen as larger than life and almost completely indestructible was suddenly smaller, lighter, and fit into his arms easily. It was in that moment he decided that, unless Oz somehow recognized him, he would stay silent. He would play the part of Raven, Pandora’s subordinate, and act as Oz’s bodyguard. He would stay silent and let the hope he’d somehow kept secret even from himself of everything somehow returning to normal between he and Oz, of exploring what had started between him that day ten years ago, die. He wouldn’t allow Oz to become tainted by what he’d done. As long as he could stay beside Oz and protect him, that would be enough.
Chapter 2: The Present, The Future