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When he first came to that house, he didn't really know what to think. A crazy little girl with mitch-matched eyes that clung to him smiling for all she was worth. A little boy with messy hair glaring at him from behind doors. Two older men shoving him around and the little girl charging at them only to be knocked aside like the small delicate toys she liked to break. Only unlike those toys her weight could break the mirror. Unlike those toys, she could bleed. Her blood covered the floor and she had whimpered, putting a hand to her long gold hair stained with red. When she had seen him look at her, worried and horrified, she smiled. He felt a surge of anger at those men for hurting his…sister. Was she really his sister? He couldn't tell. After all, he was just some lunatic's left eye. Eyes only saw, they didn't understand…did they?

He had been left to bandage the girl's head and body as he was doing now. He was surprised that there was no one else that could help her or if they could, they wouldn't. Her whole body was soaked from her attempt to wash off the blood but they began to bleed again, so Gil had decided to treat her to the best of his ability. The experience was altogether very uncomfortable. Maybe it was because they were on her bed…or their bed…which was even worse. Or maybe it was just her.

"Don't worry, Gil," He winced when she said that. It sounded even more right coming out her mouth than it did for Oz. But, Oz was his master. Only Oz should be able to say that…right?

"Why shouldn't I? You got pretty badly hurt!" He exclaimed as he finished wrapping the long white linen sheets around her small, wet, sandy-haired head. She grinned and got up, pushing back her overly long sleeves. The little trails of blood looked like red strings around her arms. Like someone had painted them and the small red beads still needed time to dry.

"Nah. I've had worse," She smiled again. It was a more…realistic? No. Calming? Not that either…It was more human. It was like an actual human. He hadn't seen her look like that yet.

"Really? You must've had some pretty harsh time, ….Uh…" He stopped as her realized something. Gil turned a slight shade of pink as he realized that he didn't know his sister's name.

"It's Vincent," She smiled again. The human touch was gone and that sadist grin returned.

"Isn't Vincent a boy's name?" Gil asked shifting slightly is he could treat her other arm. Vincent shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. But it suits me don't you think?" she smiled and he had to agree. She was like a Vincent. If someone could be like a name. Gil wrapped the final layer around her arm and sighed. This place. These people. This house. Vincent. It was all going to take sometime to get used to it.

"Ok. I'm done," He smiled back at her reassuringly. She laughed.

"You mean you're done with my head and arms. You forgot a few places," She grinned and began to take off her shirt. Gil squeaked and grabbed her hands and with some effort pulled them away from her shirt. Vincent cocked her head to the side, puzzled.

"You forgot my tummy and my chest," she said flatly. Gil was a dark shade of red and was trembling all over. That was really close.

"Vince, people don't take off their clothes in front of others!" He said in almost a pleading tone. She cocked her head to the other side.

"Huh? But, you always used to take a bath with me…" she trailed off as she saw his face. It was so red and he was almost on the verge of tears. Just hearing Vincent say that made him want to throw himself out the window. But in the back of his mind the thought of Raven still stood its ground and he reluctantly dismissed the thought.

"Well…Maybe…But, people our age don't take off their clothes in front of others unless their family and that's pushing it!" He was pleading again and his face had regained it pale state. She frowned before gaining a mischievous grin. Vincent pushed Gil up against the bed board. She pinned him down using her thin pale arms and legs. He squeaked again and tried to push her off. He realized that she was really light when he had to carry her back to her…their room. But, as she was straddling him, she was stronger than he thought.

"G-Get off!" He squirmed underneath her and she giggled. He raised his arms finding some strength and tried to push her off. She winced as he grabbed her cut appendages. Noticing the look on Vincent's face he let go. Gil didn't want to hurt her. That face she was making earlier had been replaced with a smirking one. Vincent's eyes had a mischievous glint that made Gil blush even more.

"Oh, but Gil, you forget," Vincent leaned down pressing her body against his. Gilbert bit his lip to stop a moan. He whimpered slightly and she smirked. Gil had to admit that it felt…nice for some reason. He quickly dismissed the thought and leaned away from her face that was buried in the crook of his neck. He felt her lips press slightly on his skin and he gulped.

It scared him how he could be used so easily. His own sister was doing…things to him and he didn't even try to get her off. Did he really want to get her off? Gil pondered on that for a moment. Did he? Did he really not enjoy the feeling of her warmth on him? Did he not like the feeling of being loved? Did he not like being needed? Maybe from Oz but from her? He was beginning to think so…

"V-Vince!" He gasped as he felt her tongue slide slowly up his neck and face. He noticed how her whole body moved just doing that one motion. How everything was connected with her. To be frank. This was the first time that he had actually seen her be herself. Or this was more like he'd imagine herself. Vincent lips were above his ear now and she whispered so in that that sounded like she was almost laughing.

"You are my only family. You are, you have been, and you will always be my big strong wonderful brother," She smiled and rolled off of him. Gil lay there for a few moments trying to understand what had just happened. He heard a rustling noise but thought little of it. He should have though. As he got up he closed his eyes and took a deep shuddering breath trying to forget that experience. When he opened them he screamed.

"Well now, are you going to bandage me up, or what, big brother?" Vincent smiled and Gil covered his eyes with is hands.

"Please Vince! Put on some clothes!!"

Vincent looked at her brother who looked like a black haired tomato with his hands covering his eyes and then back at herself. She was wearing clothes…she hadn't done anything wrong…What was with him?

"Uh…But brother. I'm wearing clothes…" She mumbled turning slightly red. Did he think that she'd break a rule that quickly? She'd never do something that her brother wouldn't like. That was forbidden in Vincent's mind. Brother came first and if wished it, so be it. Gil slowly uncovered his eyes.

"Eh? You are?" He asked.

"I just said I was!" She replied angrily. Gil dropped his hands by his sides and shook his head.

"Well…That's not what people consider as proper clothes…" He glanced back at her. She was wearing something that Miss Ada had called a slip. It hung loosely ff her shoulders by a braided string and fell to her pants. No wonder he had thought that she was naked. It was a pale white color; just a few shades lighter than her skin. Vincent grinned and lifted the slip up a tad so he could see the cuts on her stomach. He grimaced. Those have got to hurt a lot.

"So…are you going to do it or what?" she smirked and he nodded. This was going to be a long day.

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Gil was already in bed when Vincent slipped under the covers. There was no way he could sleep. He had already made up his mind to ask Vincent about Raven tomorrow at four. He wouldn't back out now. Gil starred up at the ceiling contemplating on how he was going to get his master out. How he was going to save Oz? How long was it going to take? What about his sister? Would she help him? Probably. Vincent frowned.

"Hey, brother?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you…having trouble falling asleep?" Gil turned a light shade of red when she said that. Why was he so easy to read?

"Um…Yeah," he mumbled, embarrassed. Vincent smiled her red eye glowing slightly in the darkness.

"Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?" she asked. Gil blinked.

"Uh…Sure. Yeah, that's be great," He smiled back at her and her heart skipped a beat. Brother was really back. He was back. It was still too good to believe.

"Ok. Once upon a time, there was a little girl and her older brother. Now, the little girl loved her brother more than anything and so did the brother. These two children did not live in a good and safe home, however. Their mother had died at a young age and their father was an abusive man. Every night, he would beat the older brother and his sister. One day, the father did something really bad. He tried to rape the younger sister,"

Gil blinked. Vincent considered this a bedtime story?

"However, the brother saved his sister. He grabbed one of the kitchen knives and killed the father. Together, they ran away,"

Gil shuddered. But Vincent didn't notice. She was completely enraptured with her story.

"One day, a very kind man found them and took them in. He cared for them and treated them well. After a few months, he decided that they should meet another little girl. This other girl, called the sister names and hit her. The brother started to beat the girl until she screamed and the man separated the three of them,"

"Vince…"

"A year went by and the relationship with the girl and the brother and sister grew worse until they wanted to kill each other,"

"Vincent,"

"One day, the good man's friend decided to teach the brother something. He took him away. The sister was all right with that until she heard that her brother had died. That the other man had killed him. She cried for many days until she was told that she could bring him back. She did as she was told and her wish was granted, but doing so, something terrible happened. She ended up hurting so many…"

"Vincent are you ok?" Gil asked and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him and smiled. That smile made Gil shiver even more.

"Years later, they found each other again. Brother and sister were reunited. But, the brother didn't love the sister the way he used to. She was unwanted by all. But that could change. She wished it would change. She wishes it will change…" Vincent starred at the ceiling for a minute. She turned back to Gil grinning and she closed her eyes.

"The end!" she smiled. Gil starred at her in horror.

"Vince…Where did you hear this?" he asked, shakily. Vincent grinned and blew her golden hair from her eyes.

"It's my little secret," she whispered.

"But-" Gil was cut off when she raised a finger to his lips. He blushed and she smiled again before moving closer to him and resting her head on his chest. He blushed even darker and Vincent sighed.

"I missed you so much, brother,"

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Phew. That took longer than I thought it would. Ok. This is Vincent as a girl. I just want to make that clear. I made up a bit of the past story/life with her father and all. I just thought that it fitted. Maybe that's the reason why she's so messed up...hmm... anyway, this is a totally VincentxGil fanfic so, just wanted to warn you.

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