Title: Tie Down the Future.

Summary: 'All he think of were those Bambi-like eyes, pretty but hard, like uncut emerald jewels. They held hidden depth in their irises, but Rin could see just how hard that Oz had tried to hide it. They were eyes exactly like his.'

Rating: K+

Warnings: Angst, psychological, maybe gore in later chapters. SLASH.

Pairings: Oz/Rin

Disclaimer: I do not own Ao no Exorcist or Pandora Hearts, but I do own my ideas.

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The frigid night air was tranquil, aside from the occasional song offered by crickets. Sturdy, short grass was crushed under worn out sneakers, releasing a faint scent of chlorophyll. A calloused hand twirled a bent flower stem and caressed the baby pink petals.

Okumura Rin dropped to his knees in front of his 'father's' grave. He didn't care for the sticky green stains that were sure to appear on his jeans later on, or the mussed up locks that insistently fell in to his eyes. The lone boy hesitantly mouthed a few words, before setting down the fragile flower gently.

He puffed a white cloud of breath, before straightening up once again. His navy blue hoodie fluttered in the vague breeze. Rin's feathery raven hair blew away from his well-sculpted face, revealing deep, ocean-blue eyes. They were guilty, dark eyes that knew past their age. Those were the curious eyes that drew him in.

"Excuse me, onii-san?"

Rin jumped, looking wildly around for the source of the voice. It wasn't hard to find, what with the object of interest having luminous blond hair and emerald-green twin suns for eyes. The anonymous boy grinned cheekily at him, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. He wore a muddy-brown vest, trimmed in gold, over a plain, white button-up. His crimson tie clashed pleasantly with his checked, forest-green bermudas. His black knee-highs and strappy, chocolate-brown boots were made of expensive material, flaunting his status.

Rin frowned. Why was there someone this far out, and in a cemetery out of all places?

"C-Can I help you?" he inquired, puzzled.

The boy seemed to heave a sigh of relief, before turning cheerful eyes to him once again.

He tapped a suddenly-there rose against his thigh as he spoke, "Ah, you see, I'm looking for someone. About two heads taller than me, with seaweed hair and gloomy eyes, kinda like this—"

He gestured with his hands, pinching his eyebrows together and fooling around with his hair. Rin raised an eyebrow in confusion. Who on Earth was that?

"Oz!"

A low, concerned voice called from behind the pair. The blond boy, now identified as 'Oz', waved excitedly at the dark figure. A lanky male came up to them, wearing an elaborate dress coat that reached his knees and had stiff lapels. He also wore a frilly white shirt and tailored black pants. He had wavy black hair and slanted eyes, that were filled with worry.

"Ah, Gil. Seriously, where did you go?" Oz pouted.

Gil forced a nice and simple fedora on to the boy's head with a sigh.

"Weren't you the one who wandered off?"

He then turned to Rin, "I'm sorry for the trouble my master may have caused you."

"E-Eh? No…" Rin stuttered nervously.

"I haven't introduced myself, haven't I?" Oz held out a hand in a friendly manner, "Oz. Oz Vessalius."

Rin shook the hand hesitantly, "Rin. Okumura Rin."

"Gilbert Nightray," Gil nodded. "Thanks for your help, once again."

Then the strange pair left, chattering noisily. Rin was left in the chilly cemetery, completely dazed. Weird, he thought.

As the fifteen-year-old walked back home that night, all he think of were those Bambi-like eyes, pretty but hard, like uncut emerald jewels. They held hidden depth in their irises, but Rin could see just how hard that Oz had tried to hide it. However, for a person like him, he could tell. Those were eyes that didn't belong on a young person like him.

They were eyes exactly like his.

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Author's Note:

I may or may not continue this. Flames shall be ignored.

R&R?

-Rin-