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Oz sat down at the breakfast table at the Rainsworth mansion. The only other two that where there were his Uncle Oscar and his valet, Gilbert. The two were having a conversation, using fragmented language that he couldn't decipher. Noticing that Oz had showed up, Gilbert and Uncle Oscar turned to the blond, a serious look on their faces.

"We have something we need to discuss with you." Gilbert said, folding his hands on top of the table.

"What is it?" Oz asked.

Uncle Oscar informed him. "Pandora has informed us that something has happened to your father."

Oz immediately froze. Something had happened to his father? What was it? Was he alive? Those simple words brought back horrible memories from his past. The loneliness of being without Gil, the pain of knowing he wasn't wanted, and, above all, what he had said to him. 'He should have never been born.'

"Oz!" Gilbert called his master's name, snapping him out of his trance.

"Oh, sorry." The boy apologized, refocusing on the conversation. "Go on."

Gilbert gave him a worried look, but Uncle Oscar continued. "I'm sorry, but he's dead."

The news caused Oz's mind to deadpan. His thoughts were suddenly absent and his mind grew numb. His bangs fell in front of his eyes, hiding hiding them from veiw. "How?" He asked, his voice void of feeling.

His valet's expression grew even more concerned. "We don't know all the details." The raven-haired man explained with a hesitant tone. "But it appears it was caused by the head hunter."

"But I thought he only attacked members of the Nightray household." Oz said blankly.

"That's what we thought. However, this incident shows that we were wrong."

"Which brings us to our next point." Said Uncle Oscar. Oz looked up at him, his eyes a dull green, missing their usual emerald brightness. "As you know, technically your coming of age ceremony was not completed, and you are still a minor." Oz nodded telling him to continue.

"So, we were looking for someone to act as a kind of surrogate parent to you." He patted Gilbert's back. "I believe that the best person for that would be Gil here."

Oz questioned, "But what about you Uncle Oscar? You've always been like a second father to me."

He nodded. "Yes, i'm aware of that. If something were to happen to me though, where would that leave you? You're with Gilbert more than with me, and i'd feel better if I knew you were with a responsible adult."

The blond glanced at his valet, who was cautiously watching the boy's every move, ready to spring into action if his emotional state went south. "I suppose that makes sense..." He stared at Gil for awhile, showing no hint of feeling. Finally he sighed, the emerald glow returning to his eyes, though Gilbert could tell it was fake. "Sure! Having Gil for a father would be fun."

Uncle Oscar smiled. He patted Gil's shoulder twice and winked at the raven-haired man before walking away. 'Keep him safe.'

Gil looked at the table, smiling slightly as well. 'I will.'

Sorry for the short chapter! This was a good place to cut it off. For another chapter, I need 2 reviews. Until next time!