Because there aren't enough GilxOz fanfictions out there!
I'm sorry for not working on my other fics, but these guys have invaded my mind right now.

Disclaimer: Pandora Hearts does not belong to me, it belongs to Jun Mochizuki.

Prologue

His hands were shaking as he stepped out of the carriage. With a gulp he looked around to take in his surroundings. The Vessalius mansion was immaculate and the sight unsettled him a bit. To top his anxiety, he almost jumped in the air of freight when the man driving the carriage shouted to his horses and cracked his whip. Gilbert turned his head and his golden eyes longingly watched the carriage leave. He couldn't go back now.

After a second of hesitation he stepped forward, walking towards the entrance of the mansion. Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door a loud screech came from beside him and he shrieked when a cat ran past him. The door swung open and a scowling woman was standing in the doorway.

Gilbert composed himself and cleared his throat. "Hello. My name is Gilbert Ni-"

"I know who you are." The woman snarled at him. "Come inside. You're ten minutes late."

Not wanting to disobey her Gilbert quickly stepped into the mansion and followed her as she immediately started walking. "You are expected to call Oz, young master and only speak when spoken to. Your tutoring sessions will last anywhere from 2 to 4 hours each day, depending on what you are handling."

Gilbert followed her, staying silent as he did not wish to anger the woman any further. He knew of the tense relationship between his family and the Vessalius family, but he was adopted and all of the speculations were only rumors. He thought it was ridiculous for adults to act so resentful towards each other over something that wasn't even fact. Because he was deep in his own thoughts, Gilbert hadn't noticed that the woman had stopped and bumped right into her, causing him to fall backwards due to the collision. The woman turned to him with her face red from anger and she was about to rant at him again when blond hair peeked from the other side of the door, followed by small green eyes.

Gilbert looked up to the child almost immediately, golden and green eyes locking. There was an awkward moment of silence before the boy stepped away from the door and into the hallway. He had a big grin on his face. "So you're my new tutor! My name is Oz and I'm almost eight years old!" The child exclaimed.

Golden eyes blinked as the boy held up seven fingers and bent down one to resemble a 'half' and then turned to dismiss the woman, who huffed and left.

"Is there a reason why you're on the floor?" Oz asked Gilbert as he stepped forward and leaned down a bit, leaning in towards Gilbert.

This kid was really invading his personal space, Gilbert speculated as he felt his face heat up by their proximity. When he decided that he couldn't take it anymore Gilbert crawled backwards until he was able to stand up and he brushed down his clothes. "N-No reason. Forget about it, please."

Oz pursed his lips and stood up straight again. "Alrighty. Who are you then?"

"I'm Gilbert." He noticed green eyes waiting for more information and he sighed inwardly. "I'm fourteen years old and I've come to tutor you, young master." He quickly added.

"Great! Let's get going then!" Oz threw his arms in the air before grabbing one of Gilbert's hands and tugging him into the study.

Once inside Gilbert saw that the size of the study was adequate. There was a table with some chairs to work on, bookshelves on the right side of the room and a separate couch, possibly for reading exercises or something.

Oz had let go of Gilbert's hand and had situated himself on the couch, a content smile on his face as he kicked his feet to and fro as they didn't quite reach the floor yet. Looking around, Gilbert placed his bag containing some of his things on the table and grabbed one of the chairs and placed it in front of the couch and sat down as he contemplated what he was going to do first.

With an expectant look on his face, Oz waited for Gilbert to speak and he cocked his head to the side when Gilbert finally opened his mouth to ask Oz for what reasons the young boy needed a tutor. The boy brought his hand up to his chin and stroked it, almost as if he was imagining that he was stroking a beard and explained that his previous tutor had started teaching him multiplications when the man had to leave due to family business.

The young boy rambled on a while about the things that he had already learned and briefly notified Gilbert of the things he was still struggling with, as if he were embarrassed by it.

When Oz had finished Gilbert was actually relieved. From everything he had heard from the boy, the things that he struggled with were things that Gilbert could actually teach him.

With a nod, Gilbert leaned forward a bit. "So if I understand, you've been having some troubles with the multiplications of 6 through 9."

"Oh yes! My tutor said that they were the hardest ones to learn and since he's been gone I've tried to teach them to myself, but I can't remember them."

"Alright. Let me give you a little tip then."

Oz grinned and scooted to the end of the couch, intently listening to what Gilbert had to say.

XxX

It was hours later that the doors to the study opened and the woman from before was standing in the hallway. "Young master Oz, study hours are over. It is time for your tea."

"Oh tea! Thank you Mrs. Kate!" Oz sprung up from his spot on the couch and sprinted out of the room.

Great, Gilbert thought to himself. He was stuck with the hateful Mrs. Kate again. Nervously he put the chair back where he got it and grabbed his bag before he walked out of the room. The doors slammed behind him, causing him to wince and he watched the woman walked off again.

"Ah, don't mind her. She tends to be a bit stingy." Gilbert turned with a jerk at the sudden appearance of someone behind him and his black bangs fell in front of his eyes and he pushed them away to look at an older man, who had similar features to Oz, right down to the blond hair and deep green eyes.

The man chuckled. "I'm sorry to have startled you. Oscar Vessalius." He held out his hand.

Gilbert took his hand and shook it. "Gilbert, sir."

"Oh please, just call me Oscar alright kid?" Oscar ruffled Gilbert's hair and moved his hand down to his shoulder and started leading him through the hallways. "So, how did it go today?"

"O-Oh, really good. Oscar… Sir." Gilbert bit his lip out of nervousness. "Oz is very studious."

They paused for a moment outside the informal dining room and Gilbert saw Oz in the corner of his eyes, talking to the maid who was serving him his tea. "-and Gil taught me a neat trick to remember everything! Like six times two is twelve and that six times three is the same as twelve plus six which equals to eighteen! And six times four is twenty-four because eighteen plus six is the same!"

"He already seems to have taken a liking to you." Oscar said with a soft smile on his face as he watched Gilbert blush and scratch his cheek.

Oscar led Gilbert back to the front door and took the time to discuss the days he was expected to come tutor and the times that he was supposed to be there. Gilbert was flattered that he was asked to come back, but there was still something nagging in the back of his mind. He voiced his concerns towards Oscar about him being a Nightray and he anxiously waited for Oscar's response when Oz dashed into the entranceway.

"Oh good!" The boy ran towards Gilbert and Oscar. "You do know that it is very rude to leave before saying goodbye, don't you Gil?"

"I… I'm sorry young master. I'll make sure to remember next time."

As soon as it sunk in that Gilbert was going to keep on being his tutor Oz let out a shout of joy and nearly jumped in the air. "You'd better! I'll be waiting for you then." He held out his hand.

Gilbert managed a smile and reached out to shake Oz's smaller hand. "Right. I will see you again tomorrow, young master."

"Oz. Just call me Oz."

The two boys smiled at each other and Gilbert departed with a small wave before he left the house and stepped into the carriage that was waiting for him. He had been dreading coming here, but luckily everything had turned out just fine.

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