Ha. This is my first fanfic, so please review!

Note: I do not own "Pandora Hearts" in anyway, If I did, it would not be posting it on "Fanfiction."

Here it goes–

Chapter 1: Rated-Pg-13

Everyone had settled down after all the comotion of the day to the tea room. A chain had erupted from the ground in the inner city on Oz, shopping trip, where he and Alice basically had to run for their lives... until they found gil.

Oz took a long sip from his tea, he was exausted from all the running. Alice crossed her legs and shot daggers at the clown as he laughed at the summary of that days events. The mere imagination of Alice actually running away from an enemy amused him insanely.

"Shut up you useless clown. I bet you planned that entire thing." Alice yelled at the still chuckling Break. She slammed her cup down when his giggling did not cease. Oz grabbed on to her arm in a mostly futile attempt to stop her possibly violent actions.

"H-hey, wait alice! It was just coincedence.! Break would never-." Oz was cut off by Break's ceasing laughter.

"I may have had a thing or two to do with it." The clown stated, with not a hint of remorse about it. "But the chain is gone and everyone came out alive! Happy ending!" His creepy doll seemed to find that utterly helarious.

The piercing words didn't come from alice that time, as a dainty dessert flew across the table and hit a certain clown on the forehead. Quite out of normal character, Gil Yelled.

"They WOULDN'T have come back alive if they hadn't run into me." The clown only gave a creepers smile.

"That was planned as well. Why do you think I kept you back and 'accedentally' had another chore that I had 'forgotten' to tell Oz and Alice?" The clown grabbed a slice of cake of the table and started to fork at it.

"Che, you son of a-." Gil was cut off by Sharon.

"Now now, lets all get along," the deceptively innocent girl cooed from her plush chair. "We don't want to break any dishes."

Alice chuckled. "The only thing I want to break is his face." With that, Oz tightened his futile grip. Alice got his point and sat down.

The tea continued into the evening. When everyone had finished, they wandered into their own favorite places. Alice, plopped on an armchair to curse and pout about, all the while shooting more eye daggers at the clown. Oz, being Oz, went out on the balcony to think. Gil, being the dedicated person he is, followed him shortly after. They both stared out past the small forest, and into the evenings orange sun.

All of a sudden, Oz spoke. "Ah, Jeez." Gil looked at him questioningly, not saying anything.

"That was a real mess. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up." Oz's gaze seemed to travel farther.

" I would have been there if that useless clown had woken me up. Honestly, why would he send you without me?" Gil question, looking all the more troubled.

Oz laughed "Actually, we tried. But you're a really heavy sleeper. You even slept through Alice's... methods." Gil could tell that Oz was suppressing a laugh. All of a sudden he came back to the memory of stinging on both sides of his face when he woke up. The stings were paired with the reddish shapes of a small, gloved hand. Gil held the side of his face. Oz let his laugh out.

They stayed silent for a while.

"But seriously, I'm usless." Oz's gaze fell to the balcony's banister. Gil spoke up.

"Your not useless!" he exclaimed. Oz turned and looked Gil straight in the eyes, smiling, but very glumly.

"If you didn't rescue me and Alice, can you honestly say that I would be alive right now?"

Gilbert didn't get a chance to answer as an Alice with chicken in her hand an mouth walked out. "Dinner." she said with a mouth full of meat.

Everyone gathered at the dining table. On the menu was a large chicken (missing a leg), ham, potatoes, and other side dishes. Alice dug right in, followed by Break, Sharon, and Gilbert. Oz only seemed to be playing with his food. After a concerned look from Gil, he ate a few bites, but with no interest.

After most everyone finished their serving, and Alice had finished her second, they sat at the table and chatted.

"My! That was spectacular! The servants will get a bit of extra pay for that delectable meal," Break mused. No one disagreed. It was quite delicious.

The doll, Emily, chuckled and spoke. "But poor Ozzy-kun barely ate a bite!"

Everyone looked at Oz's plate. It was half full and Oz didn't seem to be interested in eating any more. He was looking in another direction, and didn't seem to notice the staring at him until he turned to face the table.

"Ah!" he blushed and shouted in suprise. He smiled to cover it up. " Don't mind me. I had quite a few desserts earlier. Actually I feel pretty tired." Oz made his way out the room and closed the door.

When he was on the other side of the door, Oz turned around and leaned against it. He shaked his head to try to get rid of his thoughts. His thoughts about his weakness of earlier today. His helplessness.What if Gil hadn't come? He kept thinking to himself. What would I have done? It wasn't necisarily the thought of what he 'would' do as much as what he 'couldn't' do.

He couldn't have stopped the chain. He couldn't have saved Alice.

He couldn't have lived.

He somberly headed up to his room.

Every eye at the table was on Gil.

"What?" he asked.

Sharon spoke "There is apparently something troubling him. And you know him better than any of us."

"Yes Gil, what did you say on the balcony to make him like this?" Break joked. With a hit upside the head with a paper fan that Sharon seemed to make out of thin air, Break was (temporarily) silenced.

"Why don't you go check on him?" Sharon asked. Even though Gil was probably the most worried out of any of them, he didn't even know what he would say.

"Why doesn't Alice-?" with that a de-meated chicken bone was spat.

"Che, like I bother to deal with the woes of my manservant. You do it."

Gilbert sighed and headed out.

Oz stood by the door of his room. In side were the four walls he entered every night, allthough, tonight, exaustion was no longer calling him. He turned around and headed down the long flight of stairs into the entry hall. He hoped he could get a peaceful walk in the building's courtyard to clear his mind.

As he walked, he often paused at the sight of a small animal, a squirrel and such, and watched it contribute to its own little world. It would grab fruits from Sharons little garden, which he was warned to protect from little animals by shoo-ing, or forever pay the price. However, whatever the price was didn't seem half as significant to Oz as watching something be useful.

Useful, unlike himself.

He was halfway through the garden before he realized he had been wandering. Wandering a little later than he meant too. He noticed the sun was now comepletely gone and now he was staring at the moon and stars above his head.

The moon, it seemed to do nothing and neither did the stars, but they did do so much, illuminating a dark black sky and dazzeled us with their magnificence. Oz layed down in a vine covered bench and stared at the sky, blocking out all the animal noises around him and focusing on the moon.

He sat up at one point, hearing the shifting of bushes some distance away, but assumed it must have been a large squirrel or something.

AN: sorry to focus this mostly on Oz depression. More action and OzxGil coming in chapter 2!