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I don't even know.

I do NOT own Pandora Hearts or Llamas with Hats. I just think Vincent would make a great Carl so I had to do this ._.


"…Vinceeeee…!" Eyes of gold stared down at the body propped up against the wall. It was just sitting there by the door when Gil walked in, hazy eyes looking up at him. Raven honestly didn't know what to do about it. Checking for a pulse was pointless and by the sound of footsteps coming toward him was enough to let him know that Vincent was alright and likely the only one home. There was no explanation for the dead girl.

Looking closer he noticed hole after hole in the shirt he assumed was once white but now stained red to match her long coat. Speaking of her coat the sleeves were much too long he couldn't even see her… Where were her hands? Only torn up arms remained there. Brunette hair fell into her face as her body slipped a bit further from its sitting position.

"Gil!" A happy cheer of his name snapped Gilbert from his disturbed thoughts and he looked over to see his brother who was all but a few inches away now, they're noses nearly touching. Vincent giggled youthfully, his smile wide as his heart fluttered from just seeing his beloved sibling.

"Vince…" he stopped, sniffing the air that was heavy with the scent of fruity shampoo. Now he noticed how Vincent's long golden hair was dripping wet, a bit red at the ends which seemed a bit odd. "Vince, there's a dead girl…"

'Well duh' Gil noted to himself, mentally face palming for stating the obvious.

"Hmm…" the younger leaned over, looking over his brother's shoulder to get a look at the girl who was so wonderfully lifeless and covered in blood. "How'd she get here?" His voice didn't sound all that convincing to Gil and the accusing look in golden eyes showed that.

"Vince… what did you do?" Mix-matched eyes just looked back to him, looking as innocent as his smile.

"Gil, silly, I didn't do this" again the blonde giggled, waving his hand as if dismissing the thought all together. At the same time his one gold eye and other crimson one were locked on the bloody girl.

'You look much better this way, Alice…' he thought to himself with a darker grin before looking back to his dear Gil, throwing his arms around his brother's neck enthusiastically. All he earned was a deep sigh from the elder.

"Vince, what happened?" He reached up with another confused sigh, taking off his favorite black hat.

"I told you I didn't do this. I've never even seen that girl" Vince pouted, sticking out his bottom lip to look as pathetic and hurt as he could and it worked. The way Gilbert averted his eyes was enough to sign that he felt bad for not believing his brother but with a deep breath he got back to the task at hand.

"Vince..." Raven pressed again, looking more serious and in the back of Vincent's mind he couldn't help but admire how dark waves of hair framed his sibling's strong face.

"I don't kill people Gil. You know I don't like to kill people. It's not the same as dolls. Killing actual people is my least favorite thing to do after all" Unless those people just happened to be a threat to his beloved Gilbert. That changed the rules a little bit. Then it was his absolute favorite thing to do no matter what price he had to pay.

"Vince…Tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home"

'He still doubts me. How cruel' Vincent put on another pout, mixed colored eyes sparkling with semi-faked hurt.

"I was upstairs..." the blonde began.

"Yes."

"In our room"

"Mhmm"

"Cutting up some dolls..." Now was when he began to avert his eyes, laughing nervously.

"Go on..."

"And then this girl sort of walked in looking for you…"

'He said he'd never seen her before…' the raven thought to himself, making sure he sent his younger sibling a look that told of how skeptical he was now.

"And I walked up to her…and then…"

"And then what Vince?" Gil was wondering if he really wanted to hear this or not anymore.

"And then… I may have just sliced her open with my scissors…and stabbed her a few times…" The whole time he spoke he kept up an innocent smile, hoping it might speak louder than his confession to murder.

"Vinceeeeeeeee" Gil's head fell as he let out a sigh longer than any one's before. He ran a hand back through black curls, trying to keep from completely losing it. Vince had done many insane things over the years but this was by far the most extreme that he knew of anyway. "That kills people, Vince"

"Oh really? Does it? I honestly had no clue. Who would have thought?"

"How could you not know that?" Gil's face was of pure disbelief. Surely Vincent couldn't be that clueless.

"I've only ever cut up dolls. How can I know what will really kill a person?" Vincent protested in a lie, throwing himself onto his brother who didn't fight him off. "It was wrong of me. I didn't mean to" Again. Another lie.

Gilbert certainly didn't know what to think now. Vince was messed up. He knew that but he couldn't possibly be more than willing to kill somebody for no reason. Looking down to the poor lifeless girl he couldn't think of anything to do now. There was no way he could let anybody find her body. All of her body. Including her…

"Vince where are her hands?" He'd have to find out what happened to those too if this was going to go undetected.

"Her what?" Vincent had forgotten nearly all of their conversation as he clung to Raven, breathing in his unique wonderful scent and feeling the strong chest under his clothes.

"Her hands, Vince. Her hands. They're missing. What did you do with them?"

"OH. Those…" The younger just buried his face into the ruffles of his brother's white scarf. "The cat…"

"What?"

"The stray cat that always comes by that you're so scared of. It was pawing at the window and it wouldn't stop meowing. So I guessed it was hungry." A golden eye and a red eye looked up through long lashes, waiting for a reply.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Gilbert didn't quite understand how that frightening tabby had anything to do with the fact that this girl's hands were gone from her body.

"Well like I said it was hungry. I thought it might finally leave you alone if I fed it and there wasn't any food so I…cut off her hands, cooked them up and put them outside in a bowl to feed it"

"Vince, you don't feed people to cats!" Not only was it frowned upon by nearly every society but it gave him another reason to fear that cursed cat outside. Now it was going to have an idea that it could eat him.

"Well it seemed to like it. It must have been craving those hands and when you crave something you just have to have it" Vincent tried to protest, his face showing how he begged for Gil not to be upset with him.

"Geez Vince…All this…"

"It's fine. We'll just roast her up and feed her to the cat. The body will be gone and the cat will leave you alone. All problems solved"

"Vince!" Gilbert just stared in horrified astonishment. Why the hell did Vince seem so serious about that anyways? "What's wrong with you?"

"Well…I accidently kill people and cook them. There are a couple things…" His tone was light and joking, but it was all too true.

Gilbert was silent for a moment, opening his mouth to speak a few times but never being able to form the right words. So instead he just turned with his head dropped, heading upstairs. He was followed by a more than enthusiastic Vincent who had grabbed the black hat and placed it on his own head, smiling like a child who had just gotten away with stealing a cookie from a cookie jar before dinner.


That was a lot more odd than I thought it would be O.o oh well .-.

Anyway! I think there needs to be more brotherly love fics with Gil and Vince but I can't seem to write them no matter how hard I try T^T Poor Vince deserves Gil's love already D:

Another Anyway! Review. Even if it's just to hurt me with your cruel cruel words ToT