A/N: Bleh, I don't own Pandora Hearts or Gilbert or Oz or anyone else. ( I don't really like how this ended, but ... oh well.)
He didn't know when or how, but Gilbert fell in love with his Master.
Oz, who was his Sun.
Oz, who was perfect in every sense of the word.
Oz, who protected and still cared for him even after all these years.
Alright, Gilbert knew exactly why he fell in love with the golden-haired youth. And he also knew that Oz would never love him back. Why would he? Gilbert was just a servant, an inconvenience, dirt at the bottom of his shoe. Oz would never give him the time of day. Hell, Gilbert himself wouldn't give him the time of day.
And with these harsh truths, Gilbert lived his life next to Oz, yet not with him. Until one day, that changed.
Instead of Master and Servant, it became just Oz and Gilbert, and then...suddenly, they became lovers.
Gilbert no longer thought himself something that should be thrown away. No, Oz made him see that he was important. That he had a reason to live. And that reason was to love and be loved by Oz Vessalius.
Forever. And always.