break seeking redemption for the deaths he caused and ultimately finding solace in sharon/reim/the other leads. oz searching for a way to kill himself to absolve his guilt over existing and ultimately finding self-actualization through his bonds with his loved ones. vincent convinced he needs to erase himself because he cannot stand to exist as a person who causes suffering by just being alive, and ada (an outsider) forgiving him for being. AND THEN. paradoxically first and last, lacie asking her brother (and, in a way, the reader) to forgive her for what sheâs done. because pandora hearts is about how nothing is ever going to change until the children of ill omen are absolved of their âcrimeâ. itâs okay that they were alive. they did not deserve their oppression. they did not deserve to suffer.
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me: right after Break heard Fang say that Reim was dead he decided to hunt down the Baskervilles and was nearly killed by his chain as a result because he was willing to die avenging his best friend. And right after Break died Reim didnât cry like Sharon but instead handed his gun to Lily and told her to kill him with it instead of having the Baskervilles take the body. These two men were so willing to follow each other to the grave and gave up countless plans and protocol just to watch each otherâs backs.
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Summary: Break doesn't like to danceâŚbut maybe just this once || A tale of Break as he grows accustomed to his life with the Rainsworths.
My fic for the Chained Pandora Hearts Zine! Written to go alongside @paraffineggâs art!! ^^ (Sorry I couldn't find a better picture of it!)
When Kevin opened his eyes, the light was too bright. NoâŚnot eye-s. Just the one. The otherâs empty socket throbbed like mad.
As said eye adjusted, vague shapes became clearer: the bed he was on, the tables and chairs around himâ(too lavish a room for him)âand finally a person.
âMy name...is Alice.âÂ
He shot up, knocking his head against the headboard.
She laughed...an oddly bright sound.
Framed in sunlight, a woman was smiling at him.
âWhere am I?â he demanded, voice hoarse.
She raised an eyebrow. âItâs rude to address a duchessâ daughter so informally, you know.â
His eye widened. This unassuming lady was a duchessâ daughter?
âI am Shelly Rainsworth. ...You showed up at our door covered in blood. ...Quite an entrance, I must say.â
The Rainsworths? He searched his brain but couldnât find record of the name.
âAnd you are?â
No one had asked his name in a long time. And if he had told them, wellâŚhe wouldâve had to kill them.
No one had asked his name in a long time. And if he had told them, wellâŚhe wouldâve had to kill them.
âYou killed so many people! What a fool you were!â
Best not pronounce his identity just yet. For her sake.
âYou donât want to tell me.â There was no question, nor distrust there. âThatâs fine. But I need something to call you.â
Her smile was not wicked, nor pitying.
It had been a long time since anyone treated him like more than a monster to be feared, or a toy to plucked and proddedâhis important parts ripped out; broken like all the promises of a better worldâ
â...keep breaking just like thatâŚ
If all the people break, and the world breaksâŚ
and everyone and everything goes madâŚ
Then I can be normal...right?â
He looked away, reaching for his left eye, finding bandages and blossoming pain where sight was supposed to be. He grimaced before answering softly:
âBreak. JustâŚBreak.â
********
A world bathed in golden light, music coiling in the atmosphere. With its cues feet glided, hands entwined, and dresses fluttered just above the ground like broken butterfliesâ wings.
A cacophony of meaningless noise.
Itâs all mad.Â
Kevin stood by the stairs as if painted there.
It wasnât that he disliked ballsâŚokay, no, he did; balls, banquetsâŚgatherings of any kind, really. But, this was the Rainsworthâs party, so attendance was mandatory.
Too bright lights, too loud music, gossip picking at his skull, and, wellâŚpeople. It all blended together to create a painful buzzing in his head.
The crippled butterflies flew in the other direction around their cage.
âCome on, Cheshire, letâs dance!â
The dancing was the worst part. All those moves to remember, so much to get wrong...and for what? A good show? He had no talent for it, but hopping around, without stepping on anyone's toesâa trained monkey to someone elseâs tune, and an uncompromising paradigmâheld no appeal for him anyways.
Count the seconds. How many left?â
What do I have left to lose?
âBe it my arms, my legsâŚI grant you whatever your heart desires!
So pleaseâŚchange the past for me!â
Count the steps. Trace the sequence.
So many wasted moments in pursuits of stillborn dreams, the pattern already predetermined.
âItâs that man.â The hiss came from the side of the room.
He knew who they were talking about; whispers were his loyal familiar.
Kevin wasnât looking, but he could feel her eyes burning holes in him, like she was trying to snuff out a cigarette.
âThe one the Rainsworths took in.â
A second burning hole. His thoughts would surely catch fire.
He shut his eye, his knuckles white on the staircase railing.
âHave you seen his eyes?â
He silently refuted her statement:Â Nope. Just the one, Dear. The other was stolen away. Apparently theyâre a precious commodity to little lunatics in the center of the universe.
âI know right? Red.â
Fingers shoved into his eye socket, pain boring through the hole leftâŚ
Screaming rending the airâwas it his voice? His throat was burningâ
âFu-fu Itâs beautiful.â
âThey make him so creepy!â
âI still donât understand why they took him in.â
âDonât they know how to take out the trash?â Laughter like venom.
He leaned back, putting his hand on his forehead, trying not to let it travel to his socket.
The words wove around his inner works, pulling taut. He tried not to think of deathâ(theirs, or his own)âas an excuse, or escape. But too often his mind drifted to a darkened room full of coffins, and a little girl begging him to stay.
Was it his fault, then? Was all of thisâŚinevitable?
âBreak!â
The word was a crack in reality. Another, better world, reaching out to him.
If there is such a thing.
He looked up, as if at the bottom of a mineshaft, to see Shelly on the staircase above him.
The thing about being in a high position is one gains the luxury of indifference; those in power rarely care for those below them. They can afford not to.
She caught his eye and motioned for him to come up to her.
...The Rainsworths were different.
âCome quickly, thereâs a man covered in blood!â
Dare he? Surely he must stay against the wall, he was plastered there after all.
This room shone gold. Yet the Rainsworths were brighter; they were a kind of light those in the room knew nothing of. So bright were they that those in the dark dare not touch them, for fear of being shown in the sun for what they really were.
She put her hands on her hips.
...He dare not disobey.
And what was becoming of him? He didnât feel brighter since meeting them. What if it was the other way around? With each step closer he swore he could hear the pieces of his shattered heart jangling in his chest, and wondered if instead heâd leave them all bleeding on those sharp edges.
A blur went by, closely followed withâ
âDance with me, Reim!â Little Sharon came pelting after.
Reim hid behind Sherylâs chair on the floor below, and Rufus proceeded to scold them.
Laughter like sunshine breaking after rain.
He looked at Shelly, who raised an eyebrow.
âThatâs the first time Iâve seen you smile in perhapsâŚever.â
He was smiling? Better wipe it off.
âSoâŚsomething tells me you donât feel like dancing.â
âI never cared for it, Shelly-sama.â
âLetâs see, you donât care for;ââShe counted on her fingersââpeople talking to you, people looking at you, peopleâŚaaand dancing now.â
He rolled his eye. âI mean it. I really canât.â
âWhat do you say to a lesson?â She held out her hand.
He stumbled back.
Was this some punishment? He tried to think of anything heâd done to deserve this.
âIt would disgrace a lady such as yourself to be seen dancing with a servant.â
âWe could use a good scandal.â
âIââ he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. âIâd step on your toes.â He was running out of excuses.
âI donât doubt it.â
What wasnât she getting about this?
Shelly bounced her hand persistently.
No. He couldnât. Shouldnât. Wouldnât. Dare touch her. Surely heâd infect her. Why was she bothering with him? Pestering him, like she always did. Like everyone always did. Treating him like a lost puppy, when they should just leave him in the rain to die.
The request was soft: âPlease dance with me, Xerxes.â
He raised an eyebrow. ââŚWhat did you call me?â
He never spoke of his past, but he knew those whispers, ever at his heel, were indication enough of something dark in his ill-conceived adulthood.
âWell, I figured if youâre keeping a fake name, youâll need a second. Or, in this case a firstâBreak sounds better as a surname, donât you think? And I thought Xerxes was rather fitting.â
âHow?â He snorted. âIsnât it a name for ancient kings and heroes? I fail to see how I fit that.â
How could a knight wear the name of a king? How could a villain bear the name of a hero?
âThatâs why I picked it.â
He backed up, his eye widening.
He didnât understand what she was, or why she ever spoke to him. All that light was sickening...yetâŚ
This woman saw him, not as a monster, or a toyâŚbut as some sort of hero. How was that possible?
The name didnât fit right. But she smiled at him, and though the light was sickening... it was oddly warm.
âBreak might not like to dance, but tonight we are not Break and Shelly. I am the Queen of Hearts, and you are my Mad Hatter.â
â...Who said I was mad?â
She grinned.
âYou must be, or you wouldnât have come here.â
He could choose to turn away, leave this place, believe the whispers snaking through him. Reject the name, her kindness, her light.
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I got the surge of Pandora hearts love in me today. Yâall donât understand how badly I need this reboot. I need more people to find this series. If a studio who really cares adapts ph, it will be big. Not the next mainstream shonen but considering it will be at least 80 episodes, itâll do better than vnc. Idk how successful the vnc anime was in Japan but Iâd say its performance was decent. Now while as a bones adaptation, the vnc anime is overall good imo, Iâd like to have another studio. I think bones should focus on the shows itâs dumped in limbo bc mha wonât be around long. Iâve said it before, I think Shaft would be perfect but apparently it isnât in the best position right now, at least staff wise.
Itâs so hard to have this series thatâs dear to you, a series THAT IS SO FUCKING GOOD, a series that could be pretty successful, not get the treatment it deserves. Meanwhile weâre given season 3 of Rent-A-Girlfriend and I wail every time. Like you know all the praise, for instance, Memories of the Future from AOT got. Rightfully so, I think that was peak AOT. Chapters 59, 65, and 70 of PH are on that level of peak fiction. And honestly ch. 70 surpasses it imo. Like that is the best chapter of anything Iâve ever read. Needless to say I love ph very much. And even if a reboot mean a bigger fanbase and thus, more exposure to bad takes, I donât care. Mochijun isnât perfect but she deserves her due flowers for that story. And in my eyes, she hasnât gotten that yet. It upsets me sometimes honestly, like when people bring up the best MCs in manga 9 times outta 10 Oz isnât on that list. Because people donât know who he is and they should, heâs incredible.
In conclusion, Iâm begging studios to give ph a chance. The fans will be there, I can guarantee you that after all the thousands of qrts and replies theyâve given crunchyroll. TRUST WE WILL BE THERE. Plus when more ppl find itâs the same creator as vnc, you can bring an audience from vnc anime onlys. And of course, Vnc fans in general will be there (bc itâs majority of ph fans but hey). And please please please....you havenât read Pandora hearts please do. It may be slow or chaotic in the beginning but the payoff is a masterpiece.