(A/N: Hello everyone. Anyone who is familiar with the story 'Um I love you' this is a rewrite. A much better rewrite. You don't need to read the older version and it's not recommended. This chapter goes to "Thelovelydemon" who is always there to listen. Thank you for your ears and awesome writing Lovely. Please R/R. This in an AU story that's a little angsty but happy endings are promised.) -Dipper

He was always there, watching the world turn slowly, watching people smile and laugh, fight in the street and move away from Pandora. A rich neighborhood housing only four families. He tolerates his pathetic life style with his chin held high and acceptance instead of wallowing. He is always there for his family even if the think of him as a monster, and he will always be there for the golden eyed boy across the street who always passes by. The neighborhood Pandora is quiet the place.

Only for families live in the area because of the large houses AKA mansions and land. A high class government official who fathered two kids Vessaluis is what they were known by, bankers or as far as anyone in the neighborhood knew. They were a rather shady family. Barely going outside and always keeping guarded. The Nightray's weren't the most friendly especially with there thick headed son Elliot who just came back from holiday and Vincent, threatening to kill anyone who touches Gilbert the eldest brother both him and Vincent were adopted but the family didn't talk much about that. Then there was the sunny go lucky attitude family who moved into one of the white pillar mansions after winning the lottery.

The Rainsworths were always hosting parties and important events. Especially when Shelly the head of the family died. Leaving it her money to her always working husband and stereotypical house-wife figure Sharon. Lastly there is the Barma's... No one knows how they ended up in the Pandora neighborhood but one could guess Zai head of the Vessaluis had something to do with it maybe, due to the close relationship with the household.

However the family is hardly home due to the fact Duke Barma is frequently shipped to many treatment facility's for being a little crazy. Now that we know who everyone is let's skip to someone more important. A 15 year old boy named Oz Vessaluis to be exact.

*Chapter one*

Today was starting out bad. His father came home at 12:00 in the afternoon only to climb all 4 flights of stairs to rudely slam open the wooden door and grab his so by the color of his white dress shirt. That's when Oz figured out today was going to be odd. First of all his father didn't get this close to him. He'd either throw things at him or hire some roughen to beat him up as he watched with a pair of matching green orbs, the same color his sister Ada and he had.

Except their legally defined care taker had a more harsh sadistic look that occasionally if not always glimmered in his eyes. Another thing as noticed as his head was smashed into the dry wall that made his room was that Zai was muttering something. An aching groan escaped his lips as his face met with the floor and his father decided to harshly jab his dress shoes into his side multiple times before slowing down and taking a breath. "You're such a piece of shit. Whinnying already." Another hard kick after Oz's body lay flat and still on the ground his father placed his foot atop his back right between his shoulder blades.

The blonde teenager barley had time to register the sounds of pain escaping him. "I would stitch your mouth if I could get away with it." 'But you can get away with it,' Oz thought, 'you can get away with this why not kill me. No one would care.' Zai had deep pockets full of money which he passed out to a social worker to keep their mouth shut about the abuse being given to Oz.

Slinging Oz over again only to pick him up off the ground by his hand and twist it right around his back. Whispering by his ear the adult said "I'm leaving you piece of scum. Oscar will be watching you for a while and don't think for a second this is a chance of freedom. I'm taking Ada with me. Scum like you don't deserve a view of innocence." And with that he left. Gripping the arm that was twisted behind his back Oz tried to control his breathing.

Zai never left and why take away Ada. Sure Ada was Oz's half sister since they had different mothers and lived in the same house but Oz never got to see her. Whenever the small 6 year old saw her brother she burst into years and ran into her room on the second floor until she thought Oz was back in the attic. Which was his room. Also when did Zai leave Oscar in charge?!

His uncle was one of the people he began to think of as nice and caring. Maybe even saw him as his own father but those thoughts would be left unsaid. Today was definitely being put in the odd section of the blondes brain. Listening to heavy footsteps march up the stairs he thought it was going to be round two between his father and him but it turned out to be another surprise. Oz's door had been left open after Zai left so he got a perfect view of-of... Well someone new.

He was tall and young a kind face with two beautiful golden orbs shinning perfectly with the sunlight swimming through the circular window near the head of Oz's bed. Black just above shoulder length hair that reminded Oz of seaweed. This man had slight curves which would make Oz smirk if his face didn't hurt and if he knew who this guy was. He wore a dark navy blue v-neck showing a pale collar bone and nice fitting black jeans that would give a great view of a perfect ass. In long slender fingers was a white handle attached to a small case with a red cross plastered in the middle of the stereotypical medical kit.

Basic observation skills would scream a medical kit. "Oz are you alright?" Mystery man's voice was between deep and high pitched, like he just came out of puberty which would be weird because this guy looked about 22. "Y-yea." The younger males voice was hoarse and pain. Stinging sensations spread through out his side.

He knew purple bruises would be covering his mostly faded skin colored bruises. But what was important at the moment was the attractive mystery man who was busy talking to Oz like he's known him for 10 years. Today was way to odd, and to think the day still wasn't over. He flinched and scrambled over to the wall to his right after feeling this guys hands on him even if it was for a brief second. "Don't touch me."

This guy could have been another bully sent by dad but Oz didn't think so. He seemed to worried. Strange behavior from a stranger. "Oz... I'm just going to dress your wounds." "Who are you?" Golden eyes seemed to drop a little. "So he didn't tell you. My name is Gilbert. I live right across the street from you."

(A/N: Leave a review. There was no beta so be nice please.)

-Phantomhive