Vincents many disasters.
Why am i writing this again? Oh yeah... Lack of stuff to do, Might be a oneshot, might be longer.
Yes, it contains abit of Luna.
This moves from one point of view to the other, sorry.
As the sun shone through a ever so small gap in the linen curtains, it directly shone onto the blondes face, causing him to wake. A slight groan escaped Vincent's lips as he sat up in bed and rubbed his mismatched eyes. Oh god! What time was it?! He was supposed to be helping Gil with the tea! Would Jack get mad? As all these thoughts shifted through his head, he instantly got out of bed and got dressed. Within seconds he was running down the stairs, although managed to trip on the last step and end up face first on the floor.
Of course, almost instantly there were rather small droplets of tears in the corners of his eyes, after all, since he was small the stumble and fall had meant quite a long drop to the ground below. He bit his lip slightly as he got up, attempting to push back the tears which threatened to overflow. No. He wasn't going to cry! He wanted to please Jack, No, his master! And with enough effort, he got up, dusted himself off, and headed to the kitchen in an attempt to search for Gilbert.
After quite alot of searching, he eventually found his brother carrying the tea to the lounge where he supposed Jack must be. "Gil! Can i help? Please!" Despite how much Gilbert knew it was a mistake, he let his younger brother carry the tea set on the plates. At first it went well, Vincent didn't drop anything at all, yet he was curious about the female who sat next to Jack. The girl only seemed to be as old as he was, possibly slightly older, yet her eyes were dim and had no life in them whatsoever. Vincent hesitated slightly, after all, Jack seemed to be talking rather quietly to the girl, who didn't seem to be paying much attention. Now deciding to place the tea onto a nearby table, Vincent started to make his way over, only managing to trip on the way. Honestly, it took pure talent to trip twice in a hour. Of course, the teacups and tea went everywhere, staining to carpet upon impact. Jack instantly turned around in surprise, now looking at Vincent, who was now knelt down rubbing his finger slightly due to a burn.
"Ahaha~ Honestly Vincent, you really are clumsy" Jack chuckled, now getting up off the sofa, yet really seemed more interested in helping Vincent rather than the new mess over the carpet. Jack kneeled down carefully, avoiding any broken bits of china which was scattered over the floor. "Right then~ Go with your brother to get your finger bandaged~ I'll clear this up" Jack chuckled once more, a soft smile across his face. "But Jac- Master!" Vincent started to protest, it was his mess, so it was only right for him to clear it up, surely? Either way, he was soon led out of the room by Gilbert.
Jack let a slight sigh escape his lips as the two left, and now began carefully picking up the bits of china and placing them on the tray. Being rather used to Vincent's mess ups, he managed to pick up most of the pieces easily, and without hurting himself. Jack now picked up the tray and placed it back onto a table before turning his attention back to the young female. "Sorry about that~ Ahaha~" He smiled, although of course, the girl made no attempt to answer at all. "Well then~ Do you have a name?~" Jack asked, of course, he already knew her name. And was only checking wether to see if she remembered anything at all. It didn't seem like she did. "Hmm, I guess you need one~ How about... Rose?..No, too normal.." He continued to think, and not one of the names he thought of suited her at all. She was really pale, but from pictures he'd seen, she had been quite happy before the accident...Ah, perfect! "I know~! I'll call you Luna!" He declared, rather happy of his decision, it fitted her perfectly, although he hadn't really been expecting a response. The poor girl had lost everything in seconds, her family, wealth...It was just luck that she couldn't remember anything...
Vincent winced in pain as his brother put the bandage around his finger. How could he have been so clumsy? He was sure Jack hated him by now! Vincent continued to look at his feet, ashamed of himself. He wasn't even fit to be a servant. And yet his brother, Gilbert... He could do anything perfectly! It really wasn't fair...His eye.. The wine red one.. Maybe it was unlucky, and did bring misfortune...In his trail of thoughts, he actually lifted both hands to his fringe, which Jack had cut so that both eyes could be seen, and attempted to hide his red eye. Of course, it completely failed, Jack had told him that it was a complete lie about his eye bringing bad luck, but Vincent really didn't believe him at all.
After finishing in the kitchen, Vincent made his way back to the lounge and entered. "I..Master! Im sorry!" He blurted out, to Jacks surprise. Jack smiled happily and made his way over to Vincent, bending down slightly and patting him on the head. "Its ok, you shouldn't be sorry at all, everyone makes mistakes~"
"I guess.." Vincent sighed, not everyone made as many mistakes as him.
So, did anyone like it? Please review, Chapter two is already being written
