Pandora Hearts Xerxes Break x Reader: From Darkness to Light [1]

Chapter 7

When I look in your eyes

I can feel the butterflies

I love you when you're blue

Tell me darlin' true

What am I to you?

(What am I to you - Norah jones)

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The battledield. Your home... and your life.

You made a step forwards. With your right hand you were holding a sword; one of the sharpest the kingdom had. In the other hand was a dagger.

It was one of the days, you fought at the front. And you enjoyed it. You heard and felt it so often; the impact of metal on flesh, the blood on your blade. At the beginnig, you had hated it, but now it didn't even matter to you. You also stopped thinking about them; the people you killed. You would have felt bad emotions, like fear or sadness and that would have made you weak. That was something you couldn't afford, not in your position.

You breathed deeply. A big grin coverd your whole face. Then you lifted your sword and ran to a man some metres in front of you. With a skilfully move, you made him fall. Now he was lying on his back. You sat down on his tummy and pointed with your dagger at him.

"Ready to die?", you asked.

He screamed.

In the next a moment you reached back the dagger...

~

You opened your eyes and leaped up.

A dream, that was just a dream.

There it was, this terrible noise, you heard so often; somebody was screaming. You pressed your hands on your ears, you didn't want to hear this. But the scream wasn't any lower. Only now you realised, you were the one screaming.

Somebody opened the door. "Is everything ok with you, (y/n)?" 'Shit, I woke her!', you thought, when you saw Sharon standing in the door.

"I'm fine...sorry..."

"If you can't sleep, then go in the saloon and drink a tea! You're gonna feel better, if you do"

You nodded, stood up and went into the saloon, to drink a tea, like Sharon recommended. You were surprised, you weren't alone. Break sat there just with his white pyjama and an also white blanket. He drank tea and looked a bit sad. But maybe this was you imagination.

You blushed, when you sat down next to him.

"Hi..."

He turned his head, so that he could look in your eyes. "Why are you awake, this late in the night, my dear?"

"I just... had a... nightmare."

"So, what did you dream?"

"I... was there... the battlefield... and I killed a man"

"Ah! You dreamed about your past!?"

"Not... directly" To think, that you would be happy and euphoric when you kill somebody, that was impossible. Or?

"Don't you think about the people you killed? How many....?"

He laughed. "Not.... really. And to answer the other question; about one hundred and sixteen."

"You killed so many?!" Ok, now you were shocked. You knew that he killed, but so many?!

Again he looked so sad. "Yeah...."