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Another oneshot written quite a few months ago. The theme for this was 'Holding Hands'
Oz Vessalius was a tyrant.
That was the thought that formed in Gilbert's mind the moment he first laid eyes upon the young boy who he would be expected to call 'master'. The blonde stood with his hands fisted and set upon his hips, chest puffed out and chin in the air as he barked orders at his new servant and drew up a contract of sorts in order to force the small, terrified boy into agreeing to his ridiculous demands without pausing to consider Gilbert's own opinion. He teased and criticized the boy when he thought he was foolish, he made him eat all the vegetables he didn't like, made him play games and pranks that had Gil shivering for fear of being caught, and he terrorized him with his younger sister's cat. Without a doubt, Gilbert's new master was indeed a tyrant…
And yet… He was such a wonderful, kind, caring person, too… Yes, he teased Gilbert, yes, he scared him, and yes, he chased him with cats and forced him to play whatever games suited him, but he also took care of him. He visited him when he was sick, he checked every bump and scratch the boy got when they played, and he comforted the child when he was genuinely upset, apologizing if it was ever the result of something he did.
He took care of Gilbert, just like he had promised on that very first day. He reached out to the boy when he was scared and alone, and he offered Gil a place to belong… a purpose… a reason to live…
Whenever Gilbert was scared, whenever he felt alone in the darkness, Oz would always find him, he would always take him by the hand and lift him back onto his feet, and together they would walk back into the light.
Years later… Fifteen years after they first met… and he was still the very same…
"Even if you trip and fall, I'll still be by your side to support you! So you can just fall without worrying about a thing!"
Still Gilbert reached out for someone to help him find his way… and again it was Oz who took his hand in his own, much smaller one, supporting him, guiding him, there for him no matter what. And… even though he was moving forward without him… Maybe… just maybe he would take Gilbert's hand one more time, and lead him back into the light once more. Maybe… maybe…
Oz Vessalius was a tyrant… but… he was also… Kind… caring… loyal…
His master…
His most precious friend…
And…
His one and only absolute.
[End]
