Okay, so if you want the details, go to my profile. This is Gil x Oz, but there may be hints in drabbles of other characters relationships, stuff like that. So, I offer the standard disclaimer:

I do not own Pandora Hearts or any of its characters. I am not making a profit off of these short stories, nor am I claiming the series and/or its characters as my own. Pandora Hearts, Gilbert, and Oz belong to Mochizuki Jun.

2 a.m.

Gilbert blinked groggily as he heard his door creak. It had to be at least two in the morning – what in the world could anyone want at this hour? His instincts told him to yell at the intruder, assuming it was either Break or the Stupid Rabbit. When he saw Oz in the doorway, trembling, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears, he felt his eyes soften and at the same time, he was overwhelmed with concern.

"Oz…? Is something wrong?" he asked, pushing himself up with his arm.

He gave a timid smile, stepping into Gilbert's room, inching towards the older man's bed.

"I, uh…had a nightmare," he said, giving the man an expecting glance.

Gilbert felt a smile tug at his lips, surprised at the irony of the situation. He would have never been in this situation if he was still fourteen-years-old, would he? He shifted over on the bed, patting the space next to him. He could use the company, anyway.

Sky

To Gilbert, Oz was everything. He was the reason for his life; he was the sun, the moon, the stars, and anything and everything else. He had a hard time thinking of anything positive that Oz was not, and anything negative that Oz was.

Was there anything more beautiful than Oz? No.
Was there any inch of doubt Gilbert had towards Oz? No.
And yet, there was something missing. Oh, that was it, Gilbert mused. Oz was the sky.

He housed the most depressing thoughts ever, and yet, found it in himself to smile. Even if sometimes his smile wasn't a genuine one, it was still a smile in its own. He always noticed the slight skip to the boy's walk when he was around, the way his eyes brightened, his smile widened.

Only the sky could pick itself up when it was down. That was why Oz was the sky.

Curious

Oz was definitely a child one could describe as "curious" – he always seemed to search for new things to discover, and he was open to adventure. He was an outgoing person, but that wasn't what drew him to Gilbert.
There was something in the younger boy's eyes that piqued his interest. They seemed confused, unsure, even scared. Oz had wanted to erase those emotions, create something new. Happiness, excitement, maybe even love.

Maybe it was pity, maybe it was interest. Maybe it was fondness or maybe it was curiosity.

Opposite

Nightray and Vessalius – the well-known two duke houses with a hatred for each other.

Oz had to admit he was shocked when he'd heard Gil had become a part of the Nightray family, the family he'd been told to hate his entire life. He, who had held such a hatred towards the household, could not find it in himself to hate it anymore. Hell, he'd even become friends with a certain hot-headed heir of the Nightray household.

It was overwhelming, to say the least.

Even so, his servant was now part of the Nightray family. Gil was – the Gil that the Vessalius household had found, injured, in the middle of nowhere, was now a Nightray. The Nightrays who had supposedly murdered his own mother and –

There was a never-ending list of reasons to hate the Nightrays, but despite what he'd been told, what right had he to hold such a strong animosity toward them in the first place?

Wasn't Gil the complete opposite of him in the beginning? A dark, troubled young boy – that was Gilbert. A sunny, optimistic teen – that was Oz. If he and Gil had clicked together so perfectly as master and servant, then why couldn't even the Nightray and Vessalius dukedoms come together?

Connection

"Young Master, we are connected not by the light, but…by a shadow."

He'd truly believed that. With all the terrible things that'd happened to the two, what light was there? Gilbert felt truly connected to his master by a bond etched deep into darkness. There was nothing that could separate them, nothing that could come between them – they were stuck together like Siamese twins.

Even now, after he'd learned about his and Oz's pasts, he felt even closer to the boy. They were together as Jack and Gilbert, too in the past. Oz was Jack's reincarnation, and, well, Gilbert was Gilbert. However, at the same time, he felt himself growing apart from his master.

If all this dedication he felt towards Oz was all started by Jack, then…was it even genuine?