A u t ho r ' s N o t e :
I'm very very very sorry!!! Thanks to EpikDreams and Fuuko96. How can I forget?.. Special Thanks to Fuuko96!! Luv you! And all my readers ;DD. Anyways this chapter took very long to update. I was sick and couldn't even get up. This was inspired when I was listening to Jazzu – Poem to Myself and Happyendless – Good People Bad People Blues. Listen to them, they're awesome;D.
The chapter's title is based of Kajiura Yuki's (you know her) "In the memory of you". Okay, okay... Into the chappie!
Oh! Btw, sorry for my stupid English! And I don't kno if they teach a second language ;O
D i s c l a i m e r :
Do I really have to write it? Fine. I don't own Pandora Hearts. Happy?!
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Moonlight
4. In the memory of you
They stared at each other, shock written all over their faces. Alice wanted to say something, so she opened her mouth, but quickly shut it, no sound escaped her lips. Gilbert did the same. But he suddenly broke the gaze and sat on the bed.
"It's my bed!!" Alice shrieked at him and Gilbert answered her with a dangerous glare. She ignored it and let out a sound similar to a 'hmph'. "So what we're going to do?" the brunette asked as she sat next to him, her angry expression changed, she seemed to be enjoying the comfortable bed.
The raven-haired prince looked at her and he smirked. "You get the floor," Alice's expression went back to the angry and furious. She smacked him on his arm and let out some yells at the prince.
"WHAT?! How can you let A GIRL," the petite brunette said that word louder, "sleep on the FLOOR?!! What kind of gentleman are you!?" she crossed her arms under her chest and rose her head up. Gilbert stared at her, his eye twitching.
"Well, it's my—"
"Bed, but I'm a girl, so that means—"
"I'm the prince—"
"And I'm the soon-to-be—"
"Let's just share the goddamn bed!!" Gilbert suddenly blurted out. Alice couldn't speak. Her mouth was open and it could easily catch thousands of flies. Her eyes widened.
"We're not married yet," the brunette girl replied, trying to hide her blush. "That's very strange that you're offering to share," her face reddened more, "a bed..." Unfortunately, Gilbert easily noticed her expression. She was blushing hard; she couldn't look straight to his eyes. He smirked. "But we could... share..."
"Pervert," the bastard prince spoke. He grinned widely, but then suddenly he leaned closer to her, his nose almost touched hers. "You're such a bad girl, Alice-chan," his voice whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her neck, he could hear her gulping and her face heating up. Luckily, they still were with clothes on. The raven haired prince leaned back, still smirking, but he was too much wrapped in his thoughts to notice a hand flying to him, which smacked him in the head.
"THAT'S MY LINE!!" Alice shrieked straight into Gilbert's face. His eye twitched again. "Where's my bags, anyways?" she asked. Gilbert pointed to a dark corner while rubbing his head. "And the bathroom?" Now he pointed to some doors nearby. Alice opened one bag and pulled out a robe and some other things then went to the bathroom. Gilbert still sat on the bed rubbing his sore head.
After some slamming and knocking, the brunette came back dressed in her nightgown. Gilbert blushed a little, and then went to the bathroom too, while Alice wanted to jump in the bed and enjoy the fluffy pillows. So, she did so.
After Gilbert returned, he saw the sleeping girl wrapped in HIS sheets and laying her head on HIS pillows. Not to mention it is HIS bed. His eyebrows narrowed. 'This girl,' he said to himself mentally, 'is driving me crazy.' Then his face softened after seeing the sleeping Alice's face. Her eyes shut tightly, her long eyelashes touching her pink cheeks and that small mouth slightly agape. And her silky brown hair, framing her face. The prince shook his head and let a small smile curl his lips. Maybe he could fit in too (pervert :D).
Quickly, he jumped in the bed, silently, just not to wake her. It was for his own safety – you can't know what could happen if she wakes up. The Atomic war with him was possible. But that's not the only reason. She was so –coughcutecough– in her sleep.
Gilbert tried to close his tired eyes. Just looking at his table clock made him sleepier. But how can someone sleep, when there's a girl in your bed? The answer was clear enough. Anyways, he just wanted to sleep, because it was 2a.m. Who wouldn't?
If the prince won't fall asleep, he will have to count bunnies. But that's too much childish, so he will keep his pride.
Slowly, he closed his eyes, then after a minute you could hear a light snoring.
·•●•·
The sun was bright. Brighter than in her home and it made her close her eyes tightly. After rubbing her eyes and sitting up on the bed, the brunette sighs. It was her first day in the palace. Then she felt something touch her back. No, no. It was like something warm was wrapped around her waist. It was strange, because he would never sleep with her together in the same bed. Never. So, it isn't the stupid bastard prince.
She turned her head back, hoping to see a kitten, cute dog or more hopefully – a rabbit. It was her favorite animal. But all she saw was another hand resting on her back. Following, where the hand came from, Alice saw a mess of curly, black hair, then a sight of opening of the bastard's golden eyes.
Alice's eyes began to twitch, Gilbert suddenly jumped up, just to find himself on the floor, dodging one of the girl's deadly punches. 'For such a cute girl, she's deadly,' he thought, rubbing his head. "What's wrong with you?" he yelled at the 'cute' girl, trying to keep calm, but failing miserably.
"How do you expect me to react, when you was sleeping with me, you pervert!!" Alice yelled back, her face a bit red. Gilbert's eyes narrowed.
"Do you expect me to sleep on the floor?" he tried not to yell, it was only for being a gentleman. "Stupid."
"WHAT ARE YOU CALLING STUPID, SEAWEED???!!!"
"You."
The whole palace began to 'sing' with bargains and yells, shrieks and screams. Now with Alice here, this place won't be peaceful anymore.
"What's with the ruckus?" came a gentle voice. It was the queen, or okaa-san for short. "It was so peaceful, but you two just had to ruin the morning," Lacie smiled as she closed the doors behind her.
It was the time for Alice to flush bright red. It was really embarrassing. "S-sorry, okaa-san," Alice put her cute and girly smile on her face. "It was Gilbert's fault anyways."
The said prince narrowed his eyes more. Not only for her fake and friendly smile, but she even has a nerve to annoy him and on the top of all – make him guilty! "It wasn't me," Gilbert said seriously. "It was her who made us bargain again."
At that time Lacie already was patting Alice's shoulder. "Don't worry, dear. When he was small, he always said things like 'I'm not guilty', or 'It's not my fault'," she smiled cheerily and Alice took a glance at a reddened Gilbert, than gave him a smirk, which told the guy that Alice won.
Okay. This time he will give up. But only this time.
"I will be waiting you two at the garden," with these words Lacie was gone.
Alice sighed, angrily glared at Gilbert and grabbed some of her clothes from her bags. Then she went to the bathroom. "Just take a peek and I will personally take care of your dead, bloody body."
Alice is right. He needs to change too.
·•●•·
After a minute or two, both of them were at the garden. Alice's eyes were still sparking. Maybe the girl hadn't have enough of the beautiful garden. She wasn't walking straight – always smelling this or that flower and watching butterflies come out from a bush. It was childish, but cute. At least in his opinion.
"Alice-chan, Gil!" Lacie called once again, sipping her morning tea. "Glad you two came," she smiled happily and put the tea on the table. Her one hand held Vincent, who was sleeping on her lap.
"Kaa-chan," Gilbert suddenly said, "what time is it?" he asked, a questioning look on his face.
"Oh! It's already 11a.m. Why are you asking?" Lacie answered.
"11!? What?! We're late for school!!" Alice screamed with horror. "What the hell are we doing here anyways?!" the brunette tried to grab Gilbert, but was interrupted by Lacie.
"Na, don't worry, Alice-chan! I called the principal and cancelled the school a few days for you two!" the queen chirped silently. Vincent suddenly woke up, he rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Alice-nee! Gil-nii!" he yelled happily and quickly jumped of Lacie's lap. He jumped into Alice's arms and cuddled up in her chest. "I've missed you!"
"You only saw her yesterday..." Gilbert mumbled. Vincent's eyes were throwing daggers to his brother.
"You meanie..."
"Oh! Gil's jealous, nee?" Lacie spoke happily. "That's what I expected from my dearest son!" she came to Alice and ruffled her hair.
"I'M NOT!!" the prince yelled as if someone had bit him. "By the way, where's otou-san?" he asked a bit disappointedly. Lacie smiled a sad smile.
"It's business again," the queen sighed. Wind played with her crimson, long hair as she sat down again. "Please join me for breakfast!" she changed her voice into a chirpy one.
"Y-Yes!" both of the teenagers said and they began their meal.
·•●•·
"Sharon Rainsworth!"
"Here!"
"Sylvia Norstel!"
"Here!"
"Alice Baskerville!"
"..."
"I see. Alice's not here," the Lithuanian or just their homeroom teacher, Oscar, said. "Well, class, let's start the lesson!..."
"It's unusual for Alice to be soo late!" Lotti whispered to Sharon who was slowly nodding. "She wouldn't even skip a class!"
"You're right. She's a healthy girl, so she couldn't be sick," Sharon answered with a visible worry in her voice. "What could have happened to her?"
"I don't know," Lotti whispered back. "When she's back, we're gonna make her answer to us. That's the price of making us worry!"
"Yeah."
"Lotti," the teacher said. "If you like talking so much, then you could translate some words to us. I hope you learned the list."
"N-Nani?" Lotti quickly stood from her seat.
"Let's see. Translate these words to English. Laivas?"
"Uum... a ship?" Lotti answered, unsure of her answer. The poor pink-haired girl almost didn't learn anything! All she was thinking was about her missing friend.
"Correct. Hmmm... Maybe something harder. How about pagalvė?"
"Maybe... Eto... a butterfly?"
"No. A pillow. Can you translate some sentences to Lithuanian?"
"I'll try," Lotti gulped.
"The garden was full of beautiful flowers. They were in every color – white, pink, red, blue, purple and yellow."
"S-Sodas buvo pilnas gražių gėlių. Jų buvo įvairių spalvų – baltos, rožinės, raudonos, mėlynos, violetinės ir geltonos."
"Good, Lotti, good," the teacher said and wrote something in a white notebook. You'll get a B."
"B!? But I was worth better!" Lotti tried to defend herself.
"That's for not paying attention to the class."
Lotti sat down and met a pair of sad eyes. "Uuugh..."
"It seems like that you're the victim of the day..." Sharon whispered.
"It's not Facebook here," Lotti answered angrily.
"Fine, fine," Sharon smiled cockily.
"Sharon, do you want to translate the words too?"
·•●•·
Gilbert was walking in the corridors of the palace. Suddenly he saw Alice fully dressed. "Where are you going? Shouldn't you stay here?" he asked. Alice shook her head and was just starting to open the door, but it didn't open.
"Locked."
"Heh? Why?" the brunette's eyes were full of fury.
"For safety, you know," the prince smirked. He pulled something out of his pocket. It was an only one key. "If you can get it from me, I'll let you out."
"I don't have time to play games, Gilbert. Open the door," Alice's eyes eriously narrowed. Gilbert's eyes widened. He never saw Alice so serious, so he decided to give up.
"Fine. But at least tell me where you are going."
Alice frowned more. "I don't have to tell you, nor do you have the right to ask me."
"Okay. If you're not going to tell me, then I'll follow you," Gilbert put his shoes.
"Don't bother," Alice answered coolly. "You don't have the right to stalk me."
"Stalk? Who said that I'll stalk you, midget?"
"Then why are you asking?"
"Just curious."
"I see."
Gilbert unlocked the door and let the girl outside. He locked the door again. "So, I'm asking you. Where are you going?" Gilbert asked once again. After a long and uncomfortable silence Alice answered.
"I'm going to visit a grave."
"Who's grave?"
"Why do you want to know?!" Alice shouted in fury. "You can't just ask me what you want, you dumb seaweed!"
"I'm just thinking that you could tell me more about yourself," Gilbert replied. "In exchange I could tell you about myself."
Alice gave up. "It's Jack Baskerville's – my father's."
A u t h o r ' s N o t e:
They're becoming closer to each other :O
Actually I think this one's boring.
And Lacie's just like Ichigo's from Bleach seiyuu Morita – she's a real fangirl of Gilbert and Alice, while Morita's IchiRuki fanboy XDD
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