Author's Note: This is my first time publishing a story to the internet, I really hope you like it and will review (if you want to). I find it funny how this was three pages on word when I typed it out, but it seems very short on here, haha. There will be more chapters to come in the future.

Sitting at the breakfast table, Break played with the food on his plate that Gil made just a short while ago. Opposite of Break was Gil himself, chewing his food with a thoughtful look on his face. They were the only two up at this time of day, the others in the mansion preferred to sleep in rather than see the first of the sun's rays. It appeared that was just going to be another normal day in the Rainsworth mansion.

The routine rituals that everyone seemed to have easily fallen into annoyed the white-haired man, for there's no fun in normality. Setting his fork down on the porcelain plate, he reached in his pocket for some candies. Just then, in the silence between the two at the table, Break's ears picked up on a muffled sound from one of the bedrooms. Holding back a snicker, Break turned to Gil with a smirk, knowing that today was going to stray from every other.

"Gil-kun," Break's bemused voice sung, "I think Oz is calling for you."

Gilbert blinked and quickly swallowed his food, "I better see what he wants." Rising from the chair, Gil left the room hurriedly, missing Break's impish laughter. Yes, today was going to be quite different from the rest.

With each step down the hallway, Gil could begin to make out his name coming from his master's room. His brow's knitted together in worry, not only is Oz never up at this unkindly hour, but the tone of his voice suggested that he might be in some kind of pain. Quickening his stride, Gil rushed to his master's room, flinging open the door, "Oz," concern coated his voice, "Oz?!"

A deep pink flush colored Gil's cheeks as he stared at his master, still sound asleep in the king-sized bed. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on Oz's flushed face, his limbs were tangled in the white bed sheets, and his heavy breathing moved his chest violently up and down. Gil continued to look at his master with wide-eyes, glued to the spot where he stood. "Gil," Oz cried breathlessly, followed by a soft whimper. The raven-haired man's pink blush turned crimson right as his name escaped Oz's mouth again, with a blatant moan. Breaking his trance at last, Gil backed away from the sight before him, shakily left the room and closed the door as fast as he could.

Once he was out of Oz's presence, Gil practically ran to his own room, covering his ears with his gloved hands as he went. Mind replaying what he just saw, Gil tried to block it and screamed "No!"

His strained voice echoed though out the mansion, and Break smiled from ear to ear when he heard Gil's cry. By this time, Sharon had made her way to the kitchen, "Nii-san, what are you so happy about?"

Break chuckled, "Nothing too important, Sharon-chan. It will be revealed in time."

Sharon crossed her arms and made a sound of protest, one that a complacent Break decided to ignore. Sharon humphed, shot a glare at Break's mischievous red eye, and busied herself with getting some breakfast.

Meanwhile, Gilbert was having something close to a mental breakdown behind the safety of his bedroom door. Curling up in fetal position with a pillow Gil freely let his mind race in circles. Why was Oz calling out MY name? He couldn't possibly be having one of THOSE dreams about me, could he? No. . . he would never, he was having a nightmare. Yeah right, a nightmare so good he was moaning. Does Oz have feelings for me?! He can't! Oh god, how can I ever face him again! A servant should never see his master in such a way! But I can't just pretend like I didn't see anything though! What do I do. . . what do I do?!

Not his tormenting thoughts, nor his imagination ceased to pick at his innards of his brain. Gil would never admit to it, but the many times he caught himself thinking of his master in an obscene way was far too many. Now it seemed like his unfit fantasies were coming to life, which was too much for him to handle.

In the other room, the sound of the door shutting made Oz slowly come to his consciousness. With a foggy mind, Oz groaned and turned to his slender body in an attempt to roll over to his left side. Moving without hesitation, he found out to late that he was on the edge of the mattress. Nothing to support his weight, Oz's green eyes flew open as his arms flailed trying to get a hold of something to stop from falling on the hard ground. Unsuccessful, he crashed onto the floor with an audible thud. The blond grimaced at the impact, and then sat up in the middle of the tangled sheets wrapped around him. Oz laughed at himself for being so clumsy before peeling off the layer of fabric off his sweaty skin. Once that was done, Oz took a deep breath and shivered, he didn't realize how hot he was until now, feeling the cool air of the mansion caress his skin.

Getting on his feet, Oz stretched out his limbs and looked down at his damp pajamas and blushed as he caught a glimpse of the reason why his pants felt so tight. With a quick start, Oz started to walk around the bedroom hoping that it would make his problem go away. Just think of something nasty. . . Break in a maid's dress. No! Elliot and Leo locked in a room together—Oh no. Um, Vincent kidnapping Gil and—Gil, he's so cute, what I'd do to him—Stop! THINK OF SOMETHING GROSS, OZ! Echo and Alice kissing . . . EW, now that's certainly disturbing.

A few more minutes of walking around, Oz was well off and no one could guess that he ever started off with a rough morning. After he dressed, the young boy left the safety of the bedroom and ventured off to the kitchen, where the scent of pancakes and scrambled eggs stimulated his taste buds and made his stomach growl. Passing through the doorway, the first thing Oz saw was Break staring at Oz intensely with a devilish, a knowing smile playing on his thin candy-coated lips. Oz cringed and looked the other way, this was possibly the most awkward day he's ever experienced in his life so far.

"Ah, Oz-kun, you've finally decided to rouse yourself?" Break said gleefully. Oz closed his eyes for a second, smiled and nodded his head.

"Glad to see your in a good mood, brat, your moaning sure did set my day off in the wrong direction," Emily yelled at the blond from Break's shoulder. Oz stared at the obnoxious doll in horror, frozen to the kitchen floor as Break chased Emily for being so rude.

"Break, is this what you've kept from me earlier?" Sharon chimed in, only increasing Oz's discomfort.

Break chuckled, and Sharon jumped up from her spot at the table and practically attacked Oz, "Does this mean you have feelings for someone? What am I saying, of course it does! So who is the lucky person of your dreams, Oz? Who do you aim your affection towards? Oh please, if any assistance is needed, do let me be of help! I know a lot about romance, though you do know about it yourself, too, you charmer. Ah, this is wonderful!" Sharon practically danced about the polished kitchen, head filled with roses, doves, and love letters.

Just then, Gil shuffled in the same room. Oz broke from his frozen form and enthusiastically greeted his best friend, "Hi Gilbert!"

The twenty-four year old's face flushed and he stuttered, "O-oz! Um, hello. I-I have something to do, I'll s-see you later!" Before anyone could say anything, Gil dashed away leaving his master disappointed and confused. With a significant drop in his usually pleasant mood, Oz threw some food on his plate, sat down with it, and stabbed it thoroughly with his fork before chewing it violently.

"Ah, what's the matter Oz?"

Break's red eye watched took in every movement carefully as the boy glared up at him and growled, "Nothing, just leave me to my thoughts, okay?"

"Touchy, touchy," Emily added.

Angered, Oz devoured the rest of his food and left the room to go outside for some fresh air and to be alone for a little while.