Pandora Hearts - Reim/Break Oneshots

Ghosts

Reim was awoken by the loud crash that reverberated throughout the house, causing his bed to shake. It was a little past midnight and the moon, though high gave off little light. He frowned and reached for his glasses on the nightstand. The only person who could make this much noise at this time of the night. Xerxes Break. Reim scowled and strode out into the corridor.
"He's probably managed to fall out of bed, what a moron," he muttered to himself as he approached Break's door. It was slightly ajar. Was someone already in there with him? Feeling slightly put off he carefully opened the door and peered inside. The desk has been knocked over and paper scattered across the floor but more importantly the bed was empty. Reim frowned and checked the closet, knowing how his friend liked to hide. Nothing, Break had disappeared.
Walking back into the corridor, Reim looked for any clues to where he might have gone. The air seemed to have got thicker, the shadows darker. The house was silent except for his own heavy breathing. He realised he had a choice, go back to bed and forget about it all or search for Break. However comforting the bed seemed, his worry got the best of him. He hurried back to his room and lit a candle, if he was going to be walking around he didn't wish to be in the dark. Only Break knew how he hated dark places and now he was looking for said friend in the dark.
"How ironic," he murmured as he began to walk towards the large central staircase. He decided the balcony was a good place to start. He walked into the large parlour and straight over to the large French windows. They were locked unsurprisingly and Break wasn't to be seen. Reim turned and looked at the painting above the fireplace. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The people in the painting seemed to be watching his every move. A thin layer of sweat gathered on his forehead. The shadows moved and twisted around the candle flame, threatening to swallow him up.
"It's just your imagination. Nothing more," he muttered under his breath, eyes looking quickly around the room. Suddenly he saw a flash of white out of the corner of his eye. He gasped and ran after it down the spiralling staircase.
"Xerxes wait!" He cried. He realised too late that there was something wrong. His foot hit whatever large object was obstructing the stairs and he went flying down the rest on his stomach.
The world was black. The candle had gone out leaving Reim engulfed in an icy darkness. Still lying on his stomach, he carefully searched for his glasses, not that they helped much.
"Xerxes?" he asked struggling to keep his voice from shaking. He slowly got to his feet. He looked around the large entrance hall as best he could. He knew this place well, it wasn't like it was any different.
"Except it's dark and too quiet," he thought, adjusting his glasses. Running footsteps. Running towards him. Reim braced himself for whatever was going to run into the room. It was a person, charging full pelt. They ran right through to the dining room and the doors creaked shut. It had been a man in white. Reim scowled realising that Xerxes was playing a game with him. He strode over to the dining room doors and threw them open.
"Alright Xerx, very funny" he yelled "but just give up, I know your here,". Everything was silent. Reim scowled at the empty room. He heard a slight chuckle from the cabinet at the other end of the room. He grinned.
"Your game is up, Xerx!" He smirked leaning towards the cabinet to open it. Before he could even touch the handle the doors flew open. A small form leapt at him. He let out a shriek and jumped backwards landing on his backside. Then the laughter began. Multiple people were laughing and Reim was stuck in the middle. He squinted at the person who had jumped at him, trying to clear the haze from his view. Blonde hair. He frowned realising who it was.
"O-Oz-kun?" He stuttered. Oz grinned at him.
"My, my, looks like Reim-kun is in a spot of bother," said an all too familiar voice from behind him. Reim spun round only to find Break's face inches from his. He staggered backwards, eyes wide. He noticed Gil and Alice coming out from behind the doors. They has obviously been responsible for the door closing by itself. And Gil was dressed in white, he was the running figure who had kept eluding him. He had been set up.
"That was fun, we should do this more often," Oz laughed. Reim was shaking now, not with fright but with anger.
"All of you mock me with your idiotic games. Go! I need to talk with Break who I know put you up to this!" He seethed. Oz, Alice and Gil all made a hasty exit, glad that they weren't going to bear the brunt of Reims rage. Xerxes watched them leave a small smirk on his face.
"Xerxes you complete idiot! I can't believe you, you-" he was cut off by Xerxes.
"That I made a plan to scare you. What is there not to believe?" He asked, smiling. Reim hit him on the head.
"For a start, You exploited the fact that I told you I don't like the dark," he yelled "then you make me worry even more by disappearing. I thought something had happened,". The rage was slowly draining away being replaced by a mix of relief and sleepiness. Xerxes gently placed his hands on Reim's shoulders.
"I'm sorry that I made you worry..." He trailed off, thinking, before finishing "but it was worth it. For your reaction,". Reim didn't reply, he just took a deep breath. The smaller man carefully wrapped his hands around Reim's neck. Going on his tip toes, he pressed his lips against Reim's. Reim melted into the kiss, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. When they pulled apart Xerxes grinned.
"Well, I'm off to bed. You've had a stressful night, you should sleep too," Xerxes said before disappearing out the door. Reim stood there stunned, trying to form words. Then he realised, he was alone. In the dark. Again.
"Xerxes you sly bastard!" He yelled following him out the doors. He ran up the stairs making sure that the block had been removed. He had to move fast so he didn't notice the dark as much. He charged down the corridor towards his room. Bam! He went straight into someone.
"Ne Reim-kun, it's rude to run in the corridor," Xerxes said. Reim straightened up and nodded slightly, blushing. He should be the one telling Xerxes such things, not the other way round. He released a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. Suddenly Xerxes was gripping his arm tightly and dragging him into his room.
"X-Xerx, I'm okay. I'll just go to bed again now," he spluttered as he was dragged to the bed. Hands pulled him under the sheets and Xerxes gently nuzzled against the taller mans neck. Reim relaxed slightly. His fingers gently ran through white hair.
"Ne Reim-kun, doesn't this feel better?" Xerxes asked sleepily. Reim gently kissed Xerx's head and pulled him closer. Xerxes hummed appreciatively and slowly a Reim found himself drifting off.
"Yes, this does feel right,".