A/N:First Pandora Hearts fanfic! Yay!
This is something I wrote when I ran into a plot bunny and followed it down a rabbit hole (lame, I know). I kept editing and making numerous revisions, and after about a week's worth of work, I finished it. So, I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: Pandora Hearts, its characters, locations, and such are all property of Jun Mochizuki. I own nothing except for the plot of this story.

We're late!

The sky was clear and the sun was shining as its light filtered through the windows of Eliot's dorm room. The rays of sunshine were beaming so obnoxiously that as they hit Eliot's sleeping face, he woke up with a displeased groan. With an angry hiss at the sun, Eliot flipped his body over so that he was facing the wall. Being there was no more irritating light to wake him, he went back to his deep and peaceful (for once) sleep.

Unbeknownst to Eliot, Leo opened the bedroom door and popped his head in. Upon seeing his still sleeping master, he slipped into the room and crept over to Eliot's bed. He proceeded to prod the teenage heir repeatedly.

"Eliot…" he said softly, trying to rouse his friend from his slumber. He received no response, so he decided to try shaking his arm. "Eliot…" he spoke a little louder.

"Mehhhhh," Eliot groaned, flopping onto his stomach and burying his face in his pillow. Now Leo was annoyed. Normally, Eliot would wake up without much trouble after one or two tries.

Leo angrily snatched the pillow out from under his master's head, which caused Eliot's face to collide with the mattress. "WAKE UP!" he hollered, hitting Eliot in the back of the head with the pillow with a resounding whap. Eliot sat up with a start, winced and rubbed the spot on his head where he now had a stinging pain.

"What the hell, Leo?" he hissed grouchily.

"We missed breakfast," Leo responded calmly and turned to look at the grandfather clock in the main area of their dorm room. Eliot followed Leo's gaze to the clock's face and froze in fear as he stared at it.

The elderly timepiece's hands read ten minutes until eight o'clock. Breakfast was always at seven o'clock sharp, and their classes started at eight.

"Leo, you idiot! Why didn't you wake me up earlier!" Eliot yelled as he scrambled out of bed and over to his wash basin to clean his face, not giving Leo any time to reply. He was not about to be late to his lessons, lest he wished to bring his teacher's wrath upon himself.

Leo sighed quietly and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him to give Eliot some privacy as he readied himself for the day. He walked over to the coffee table and picked up the latest volume of the Holy Knight series (he had already read it, but there was nothing wrong with rereading it to refresh the details). He sat down on the sofa and opened it to where he left off at chapter 35.

Meanwhile, Eliot was running about his room like a spazz trying to get ready for school. He changed out of his sleepwear and quickly dressed himself without bothering to look at his room's full-length mirror to make sure his uniform was in order. He grabbed his violin case/disguised sword case and rushed out of his room.

Leo looked up from his book upon hearing his master's footsteps and all he could do was stare in wide-eyed bewilderment from behind his glasses at the sight of seeing Eliot. As Eliot put his shoes on, Leo shook his head rapidly and blinked a few times to make he was not hallucinating. He was not. For goodness sake, Leo thought as he subtlety face palmed himself.

"Um, Eliot…" he said as Eliot reached for the doorknob.

"What?" Eliot asked, turning to his servant/best friend.

"Well…" Leo began not quite sure of how to word what he wanted to say.

"Yes?" Eliot questioned, now becoming more than little impatient for an answer as he walked over to the sofa.

"How to put it…" Leo muttered still trying to think of the proper words so he would not sound vulgar (not like he had not been that to Eliot way before though). While he was thinking, two hands took a firm grip of his shoulders and an ominous, dark shadow was cast over him. He looked up to see Eliot looming over him with a sharp glare on his face that he usually only used when he did not get what he wanted right away.

"Out with it already!" Eliot shouted, shaking the smaller boy rather violently for only a matter of a few seconds. He continued to glare Leo down for a long while after he finished his little bit of torment.

Leo sighed. "Look down," he stated bluntly as he brought his book up to cover his face.

Confusion etched itself onto Eliot's face as he quirked an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"You'll understand what I mean if you look down," Leo said calmly from behind the novel. "Trust me."

Eliot was perplexed, but he complied. He looked down and instantly his entire face turned tomato red and his eyes grew to the size of two dinner plates.

Eliot was not wearing any trousers.

Eliot cursed as he ran back to his wardrobe for his missing article of clothing. Leo sighed to himself as the grandfather clock tolled eight o'clock.

Now we're in for it, they both thought gloomily.

A/N:Well, what did you think? Please review to let me know.