#sharonxbreak

There we go :) Fluffy chapter, felt like it, sorry- fluff fluff fluff xx

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Sharon merely looked straight forward; her teacher’s voice was buzzing and babbled faintly in the back of her mind. Somewhere between the Pythagoras sentence and last weeks’ geometry test- Sharon had started to think about a certain silverette. A faint blush reached her face as she touched her lips absentmindedly at the feel of his warm lips on her own, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Sharon.” Sharon sighed contently and placed her chin in her palm, staring past the blackboard. "Sharon?” the girl on Sharon’s side that she recalled was called Alice, tapped her shoulder and pulled her out of dreamland as the teacher’s voice once again yelled “Sharon Rainsworth!” in a rather displeased tone. Sharon yelped and looked up at him as he tapped his fingers at the desk by his hip, “nice to know that you decided to join us, Miss Rainsworth, now if you please; keep up, you more than anyone else needs this rep of the chapters.” He said. The words soaked in venom.

The second Sharon was about to apologize, turning a blind eye to his unnecessary comment prior, she could feel her phone buzz in the pocket of her uniform skirt. Sighing, she discreetly picked it up and squinted at the unknown number.

‘Taking you out tonight, surprise surprise!’

Sharon immediately smiled at the text message- it couldn’t be from anyone else but Break, so she answered immediately, only to receive an answer seconds later.

‘Not telling where we are going! Just be prepared (and by prepared I mean; bring some hardcandies) talk to you tonight!’

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Time passed by and Sharon stared at the clock with a death glare, as if it was the clock that had stood her up. It had reached passed eleven and Sharon had wiggled out of her official ‘date clothes’ two hours ago. She knew that the feeling of being ditched by Break would show up the minute her anger had ceased, but right now she was fuming. Not even a text message or a phone call telling of the cancelation had been bestowed upon her.

“What are you still doing here Sharon?  I thought you left long time ago? Weren’t you going on a date?” Her grandmother’s eyebrows crinkled and Sharon waved her hand, dismissing her words. “I wanted to stay at home tonight.” She grumbled and Cheryl tilted her head in confusion, this was very unlike Sharon indeed.  “I’m going to bed though, sleep tight honey.” Sharon filled her glass with water “I’ll go to bed as well, goodnight.”

As soon as Sharon sought refuge in her bedroom, some pebbles clanked at her window. Arching an eyebrow as a few more pebbles followed, she shook her head and opened it wide, looking down at a silverette in a burgundy hoodie and signature black skinny jeans. “Good grief, I was about to send a brick flying!” he grinned and Sharon scoffed, crossing her arms on the windowpane looking at him with a hard expression. She stayed silent, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes to Break. “Hey, I’m sorry for not warning about the delay, I had my hands full with work… if you still want to, I know where we can go and it will be even funnier at night hour!” his words were just loud enough to reach Sharon’s ears without waking up the whole neighbourhood. Just as she was about to cave in, she thought better of it, the man was steadfast at his pride and if he wanted her forgiveness, he better plead for it. “I forgot your hardcandies, sorry.” She said with no remorse, her eyes discreetly landing on the bag of said candies at her nightstand. “I will be willing to look past it if you come down…please?” he smiled and held out a pale hand, silently asking for her to come down. As she closed the window and disappeared out of his visual, Break sighed, ready to turn around any moment to go home in defeat- but stopped as the click of the door and running feet closed up behind him. The navy blue stockings were barely visible beneath the hem of her summer dress, her hair tucked up in a ponytail and as she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up on his back, his arms wrapped around her thighs on each side of him, securing her. Her skin was warm against his own that had been chilled by the cold night and he smiled when she pecked his cheek “A piggyback ride works as compensation, giddy’ up!” they laughed in unison and the bag of hardcandies hung from her left hand, occasionally bumping against his chest as they walked in the night.

“Break…” Sharon face palmed as they stood before the closed gates of the amusement park. “You don’t like amusement parks?” he asked looking down at her, as if he was completely blind to the tall gates blocking their path and the lack of lights. “No… I love them… but it closed six hours ago.” Break looked at her as if she was the outer space alien and shook his head. “Sharon, you’re not the daredevil of your times, are you?” he mumbled and before Sharon could think of a reply, he was climbing the gates. “B-Break!” her jaw dropped as the older male suddenly stood at the other side, smiling smugly. Suddenly realization dawned on her and her lips pressed into a thin line “Unbelievable… you’ve climbed that tall gate before, haven’t you?” but he just shrugged as he opened the gates from the inside, “My work hours aren’t that flexible and they brought this upon themselves when they close so damned early,” he chuckled and grabbed her hand before she could protest. “Come on, don’t just stand there!” he smiled widely and disappeared into the machinery room, flipped a huge switch and suddenly the amusement park sparked alive. The music started playing in the background and the lights flickered in magnificent colours, beating down on the only two persons there.  “This is amazing,” Sharon breathed in awe, twirling around to take all of it in “What if we get caught!? Isn’t this illegal!?” she felt her heartbeat rise and turned to Break, but the man was surrounded by a calm and serene aura, smiling softly at the look in front of him, his hands tucked away in his pockets. Sharon took a minute to look at the tall figure a bit longer, the white hair that had been long enough was joined at the back of his head in a little tussle, his shorter bangs framing his face, the baggy hoodie hid a defined body with lax shoulders yet straight posture, the skinny jeans hugging his lean muscles and the white converse left untied. His nose and ears had started to turn pink from the cold air and his scarlet eye reflected the lights of the amusement park. But still, there was something about him that was hidden from her, something that she had an urge to reveal, otherwise she would never know. “Hey, let’s take that one first,” she pointed at the rollercoaster bending and looping in every direction and grabbed his hand, blushing lightly as his fingers squeezed around it and they ran to the ride- not pressing the matter, just for tonight.

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Both their hair was messed up and stood out in every direction from all the rollercoasters they had indulged themselves in and their voices hoarse from all the screaming and laughing. “What do you want to eat?” he mumbled as he grabbed an apron from behind the counter, looking through the ingredients in the back. “Break… I don’t think we should make food.” Sharon replied worriedly, but Break just waved her comment off. “Pishposh, I will leave the money, no big deal… let’s make number three- it looks yummy!” his eye sparkled like a little kid’s in a candy store… or rather… like a Xerxes Break in a candy store- and Sharon sighed in defeat, grabbing another apron to help him out.

With full stomachs and satisfied grins they walked hand in hand between the other stands in the park.  “You’re cold,” Break suddenly said and brought his hands up to Sharon’s cheeks, instantly warming them up with the heat from his palms. “Figures, you’re not exactly dressed for a cold evening like this.” And Sharon yelped when she suddenly was pressed against him, their heads popping out of the same opening in his hoodie, the warmth spreading through her body. “You’re a problem solver Break” she laughed and hugged his torso underneath the sweater, fingers curling around the light fabric of his tee.  “I would rather say that I’m sly- but I’ll take it.” He mumbled and pressed his lips against her temple. “We’d better call it a night… it’s getting lat…uhm…early.” He corrected himself and Sharon nodded disappointedly. This was one of those nights she never wanted to end, but she was sure that it would be more to come.

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On their way home Sharon felt sleep tugging at her mind and their joined hands made them bump casually in each other every now and then as they chattered to fill the silence of the streets.  “Hey Break, you’ve never really told me about what happened to your left eye?” she looked up at him as he chuckled. “I had a vicious girlfriend.” He lied effortlessly; the subject had been brought up often enough for him to know that joking it off would make most people forget about digging deeper in the matter. Telling them what had happened would reveal confidential Pandora matters and be a violation to their contract, if he were to tell about Pandora to Sharon they would be a thorn in his side and putting Sharon in danger was out of the question.

As if all his prayers had been answered, they reached Sharon’s house before she could ask any more questions. “I had fun tonight, Break.” She smiled widely and he returned it with a caress to her cheek, drawing closer and dipping down just far enough to envelope her lips in a parting kiss.

‘You have completely and utterly defeated me’

he thought as she stood up on her tippy toes to wrap her arms around his neck, in that second he compared himself to jell-o.

Chapter 2

Pairing: 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story, Pandora Hearts or the picture above. Credit goes to rightful owners. 

Sharon stopped dead in her tracks.

‘There is seriously some God that has it out for me’

She cursed her forever absent lucky star as her eyes settled on the mystery guy once again. He looked even more eye catching today, with the signature lollipop in his mouth and this time a colourful beanie, rolled up sweatpants, a simple t-shirt and a trench coat hanging limply from his arms.

‘He didn’t even bother to bring it all the way up to his shoulders… and what’s up with that doll? Freaking creepy.’ She heard her inner judge grunt inside her head, but he was as intriguing as ever.

 He looked up and caught her stare, she cursed inwardly and tried looking everywhere else but at him as if her eyes had just rested at him by coincidence, making it all the more obvious that’s not the case. The smug smile that followed on his part made her tick all the more, she glared at him and he waved her over, she stood frozen in place, that is… until she felt a rather ushering prick on her shoulder… once again she had blocked several people from proceeding to walk further down in the bus and she mentally facepalmed and stepped to the free seat beside him. “You really seem to like being a hindrance to other passengers,” he mused as the lollipop crunched between his jaws; she cringed at the sound and looked at him annoyingly from the corner of her eyes. “Oh so now you’re ignoring me, why Sharon, yesterday you seemed so much more,” he waved his hand in circular motions, trying to grasp at the right words “well, pleasant in lack of better words, more inviting even.” he smirked at her and she crossed her arms over her chest and snorted at him “And you were both rude and indifferent.” She retorted bluntly as she scowled at the man, pink eyes meeting a crimson one. He merely chuckled at her which fuelled her anger. “Well your interest in me wasn’t mutual, sorry Princess.” He shrugged her off and she cursed the blush that rose to her cheeks and collarbones “w-what, why did you just call me that?” she stuttered, and he looked at her with a halflidd eye “Called you what? Clingy?” he asked as he suddenly took a very deep interest in the white lollipop stick clamped between his fingers. Sharon was fuming at this point and grabbed one of the bus timetables, smacking him across the head with it “Clown!” she accused and he looked at her dumbfounded “Did you just hit me? Geez lady, you don’t even know my name!” he complained but his eye glinted with amusement. “And whose fault is that?!” she immediately lowered her voice as the other passengers stared at her like she was some lunatic. He seemed to think for a little moment as he brushed off some invisible dirt from the long sleeves of his trench coat “Xerxes Break.” He grumbled and took the timetable from Sharon’s hands, folding it several times and then handing it back to her “Now it’s a tiny harisen.” He said and held it up to her; she took it in her hands and arched a delicate eyebrow his way before the mechanical voice over the speakers announced their arrival. He didn’t even look at her as she left the seat beside him, she stepped off the bus and looked at the school with distaste “Here we go again…” she whispered and entered the building that towered over her.

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Sharon leaned her forehead against the dew stained window, closing her eyes against it. First day of school had been as predicted; terrible. Everything she had foreseen had happened and she found herself far down. Her cheeks hurt because all she had done was keep smiling, she had no friends and nor did she make one because which first year would make friends with a twenty three year old girl such as herself that should have been done with school years ago? Not to mention how she had been late for her first class and slammed the door open and thus been a disturbance, stumbled in the library, been mocked by the third years and got targeted by one of her teachers- all the while smiling despite the pricking in her eyes and the sore lump in her throat.

A sharp edge kept poking Sharon in her side and as she fished it out of her pocket, she looked at the harisen Break had crafted in seconds, she examined it puzzled and didn’t mind the slight flutter of her heart that followed. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t mind sharing the same bus as him... after all; she had always appreciated handmade gifts.

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“And why did you want to meet me again..?” Break questioned as he pierced the cake in front of him with a fork, clamping his white teeth around it. Sharon dried her hands off on her jeans, more nervous by each passing minute.

‘I have no idea! Why did I ask you to come here with me? Maybe I didn’t really expect you to say yes?! This is absurd!’

  Sharon fiddled with her fingers underneath the table, the cheesecake at her plate untouched and forgotten. “I-I… well… you see…”

‘Damn it all to hell,’

 He looked at her with a scarlet eye, waiting for her answer, the fork poking out of his mouth in a humorous way. “I’m curious. I want to know who you are.” Sharon said as a sudden wave of confidence washed over her. “Why?” he deadpanned and the wave of confidence was pulled away to wherever it came from. “Eeeh,” was her only answer at hand, hell, why did he have to be so forthright!? There really was no beating around the bush with this guy! “Let’s play 20 questions, I get to know things about you and you get to know things about me!” Sharon suggested dully, 20 questions… really!? “Why?” he said again and Sharon threw her hands up in the air in frustration “To get to know each other!” she groaned and he tilted his head slightly “but… I have no interest in getting to know you?” he said again and she were about to slam her face into the delicious cheesecake.  “You’re such a charmer.” She muttered dryly at him, sarcasm dripping from her words creating a widening pool at the table between them. He shrugged and smiled, leaning forward to stab her cake and stick the fork back to his mouth, Sharon still too taken aback to even protest upon the act, “see that I have been told!” he leaned back in his chair and as the second hand of the clock at the café circled the face, Sharon straightened back up and crossed her arms. “What’s the deal with the doll?” she nodded her head in the direction of the blue ragdoll placed upon his shoulder and cowered when it suddenly spoke up with a squeaky voice “My name is Emily, missy!” it said sassily and Sharon found herself raising up both her hands in surrender, looking at the doll and not it’s puppeteer, as if it was a real living thing. “I’m surprised you’re not shying away from the subject.” Break piped in as he scooped the remainders of Sharon’s cheesecake in his mouth.  Sharon merely shrugged in response. “Well, she supports the crazy loon figure I have pictured you in my head.” Sharon leaned her cheek in her hand as she looked at him, all the nerves from earlier gone with the wind as well as the last shreds of dignity she had left. “Oh, so you have already thought of me so much that I’ve been appearing in your fantasies?” he teased and the smug smile returned to his face, Emily snickered at his shoulder. Poor Sharon blushed once more and started fiddeling with the fingers in her lap again.  “Hey let’s make a deal, get me more cake and you can ask me the questions that are burning in that little head of yours.” He smiled brilliantly and that image was stuck on her mind all the way to the awaiting cashier at the checkout.

There might be some errors regarding Sharon's age and the graduation year, but it's not that big part of the story so just ignore it! The first chapter is more of a filler, so I might post the second chapter already tonight! xx

Disclaimer: Pandora Hearts and all the characters mentioned in the fanfiction belongs to Jun Mochizuki- enjoy!

Chapter 1