Title: From the Diary of Ernest Nightray

Synopsis: Ernest Nightray is dead. To try to find a motive behind his beheading, Pandora investigated his diary. This is what they found.

Rating: T

A/N: Surprisingly, I did not have this idea while drunk. That's about all I can say for it. Also, Frank and the Pandora member won't show up much more. They're just the introduction. Hope you don't get attached to them. (Also Frank is secretly in love with the Pandora member, who is unhappily married. It's a great story. You'll never get to hear it. Ha.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts.

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The Pandora member opened a trunk. It was full of silk shirts. Assholes.

"Not this one, Frank," he said to his companion at a different trunk as he ruffled through the belongings of Ernest Nightray. The silky smooth fabric that he, forced to do the grunt work of the organization without any of the glory, would never own. "Seems like this guy didn't have…" It was at that moment that the Pandora Member did the equivalent of stubbing his toe, but with his finger, and instead of something on the ground, with something wrapped up in a silken shirt. "Shit," the Pandora Member said.

"What?" Frank said, standing up and coming over to his companion. "You okay?"

"Yeah…" The Pandora member grabbed the shit and whatever was in it. "I just hurt my finger on this thing." He unwrapped whatever object was in the shirt.

It was a diary.

"Is that a diary?" Frank asked.

"No shit," the Pandora member said. It was made of leather. The guy even had a high-class diary, when he could barely afford dairy products. Then again, this guy got his head chopped off. So there were plusses and minuses to being rich.

"Well, what does it say?"

"Jesus Frank, I haven't opened it yet." The Pandora member could practically feel Frank rolling his eyes, but he didn't give much of a damn. He still had two hours before his union-mandated break, and reading some rich prat's diary seemed like a good way to start it. "But…" He did open it. "Maybe it's time to start. Let's see what it says…"

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Case file: The Diary of Ernest Nightray

A Page of Introduction

Please do not read this journal. My name is Ernest Nightray and I am a very important person. Reading my journal could mean that you could get into very serious trouble. If you have stolen it, please return it to me. I will probably give you a reward. Like, I can give you my adopted brothers. I wouldn't mind giving them to you at all.

Please do not read on. I have very interesting things to say, but it is not your place to read them.

Sincerely,

Ernest Nightray