Pandora Hearts: Seven Minutes in Heaven (Vincent)

Pandora Hearts: Seven Minutes in Heaven (Vincent Nightray)

Everyone in the room was hushed as they stared at Reim, who was thoroughly contemplating the positive and negative effects of allowing such a game to take place. But, of course, Oz couldn't care less about Reim's logical deduction and took the matter into his own hands. Soon, a hat filled with various objects had been collected and the young Vessalius boy was scanning the room for the first contestant.

His lush green orbs paused on you and your body tensed. Realizing his gaze you began pleading with your eyes for him to not choose you, but he is one evil little brat.

"______, a beautiful woman such as yourself deserves to go first!", he winked and hopped to your side, holding the large hat out.

You glanced at him several times anxiously, noticing his sincere nod your expression softened. Seriously, what harm could befall you in a closet? You were strong enough to fend for yourself anyway. These reassuring sentences wafted through your mind, but you intentionally neglected that that wasn't what you were nervous about. You were scared of an emotion escaping, a mental or verbal sort of harm that may shatter your heart. As these flashes of thoughts debated in your head you didn't notice Oz already snatch the item from your hand and hold it high above his head.

The black rose which twirled between Oz's fingers sparked the attention of a certain individual who sat on the arm of a lounge chair. His gloved hand slowly eased a pair of closed scissors into his pocket as a smirk wound it's way onto his lips. Long blond locks and irregular coloured eyes, one a bright golden, the other a deep, wine red. He stood slowly and sauntered towards the closet, giving you a playful glance before concealing himself in the shadows.

This man was none other than Vincent Nightray.

Your eyes darted up to anylyze Oz's and Gilbert's reactions. Both seemed fairly uneasy and you could sense the urge they felt to pull you out of the situation. You sighed at their protectiveness and allowed a welcoming smile to grace your ruby lips. Confident steps echoed on the polished wood floor as you proceeded towards the closet, closing the doors behind you.

The sound of snipping entered your ears, the swift hum as metal scraped against metal. After a few moments of the sound continuing you felt several smooth, velvety things flutter upon your exposed skin. Curious, you picked a few of the small pieces up to your face for closer inspection. The sweet tang of a flowery essence startled your senses, it was a petal from a flower. The scent was welcoming, yet after a sniff it became bitter and burnt the back of your mouth. But you couldn't bring yourself to stop smelling the mysterious aroma.

"Miss ______, seems like you enjoy these flowers of mine", a deep voice hummed, followed by a few more quick snips of a pair of scissors.

You merely nodded in response, then realised he probably couldn't see you in the darkness, "Yes, they smell divine", you hummed as you slipped the few petals off your palm and onto the base of the closet.

A soft snicker followed by a breath of hot air reached your neck and your eyes widened, shocked. This was Vincent Nightray after all, he wouldn't stop at anything to achieve his goal, which was most likely obtaining you. The warm puffs travelled up to your ear, where Vincent hungrily nipped, easing the irritated skin with his tounge. "I believe you smell much better, my darling", he chuckled as he began leaving a trail of bites down your sensitive neck, "Now, let me have a taste". You could hear him lick his lips seductively as he suddenly used his slender fingers to tug your chin closer to his face.

You winced at the contact, his hot lips smothered yours in an intense and feisty kiss. Vincent's hands stalked across your waist and held your body closer to him, your arms lying limp around his neck as he continued to ravage your mouth.

He leaned his head back and smirked devilishly, as if he had accomplished something, "My, my, I think our time in the closet will soon come to an end." You quickly unraveled your arms from around him and began straightening yourself, paranoid of what the others would think when they find you had kissed Vincent. His chuckle echoed through the walls of the closet again, a red-eye twinkling beside your cheek and the snip of his scissors was heard close to your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You turned to face him, and in his hands were a few strands of your hair, which he was daintily tying with a silk ribbon. This sight caused you to flinch your hand to the back of your head, anxiously searching for the bald-spot you probably got. Vincent brought the bundle to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes clouded with a certain emotion. He shoved this token into his pocket, smiling pleasantly in satisfaction.

"Until next time, my sweet", he cooed before raising to his feet, just when the doors where unlocked and you were both released.

You stood behind his in a flustered manner and hobbled over to the buffet table, in an attempt to escape any questions which may be shot at you. But nothing can escape Oz's noticing gaze, "Hey, _______, why is your hair all cut short at the back", he obnoxiously yelled at your retreating form.

"It's nothing", you waved your hand dismissevely, "I'll get something to drink, okay?" Turning, face still slightly flushed, you could hear the accusing shouts from both Gilbert and Oz as they interogated Vincent of the closet's events.

Dear god, if he was to say anything you would cut off more than all of his hair!

"I guess me and ______ are a couple now", Vincent cheerily exclaimed. You turned with a shocked and slightly aggravated face, he hadn't even bought you dinner yet, how dare he claim you to be his!