Hmmm, I'm thoroughly obsessed with this couple. Well I got bored and decided to do another Break/Kevin x Gil fic relating to how much similar pain they've gone through separately. Hope you enjoy~! THREE SHOT! Kind of Angst-y I suppose, no romance in this chapter at all.

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A young man stared at his hands, blood seeping through his fingers as his chain Albus stood behind him.

"It's all for a reason…" he murmured quietly to himself, closing his wine colored eyes and inhaling a large amount of foul air.

The teenager stood in a dark street, the clouds had just begun to form and a soft mist hovered over the ground, covering the three dead bodies that the boy stood in between. He opened his eyes, they were glazed and sparkling as if he was going to cry but blinked a few times and it vanished. He straightened up, pulling his cloak tighter around him as he stepped over the bodies of the family, Albus, the knight, quick to follow. The boy ignored the ticklish feeling on the side of his face from his ever present ponytail that lay over his shoulder. His eyes closed, only to snap only seconds later as the rain started to pour down onto him. He clenched the cloak tighter around him, gritting his teeth as he continued down the streets in long quick strides, desperate to get away from the brutal death of the mother, father and one little girl. Her blonde hair and how she cried in that pink dress reminded him of the only Sinclair he left alive. His eyes seemed to be glued to the ground.

"We need more…if you want your wish…" the knight whispered roughly

"No one is going to be out in this kind of damn weather." Was the sharp reply from the cloaked covered teenager.

The teenager continued to march down the street, avoiding the major streets just in case there were people alive and about. Alive and About. He grimaced as he shuddered, clenching his shirt just over his left breast where his life was ticking away. If it was a real clock, he'd be dead within the hour.

"Twenty-five minutes left of life, and I'm walking in the rain" he said with a dark empty laugh as they approached a busy street, filled with at least thirty people. As they approached, the boy made sure Albus was seen and heard clearly, causing all the people to stare in fear. Before one soul could even register to run the boy raised his hand in the air.

"Albus…" he waved his hand out at the crowd, his face still masked by the hood of the cloak, only his glittering red irises could be seen through the darkness.

The white knight held his sword high.

"…feast…" he finished as the knight leapt forward, swinging his sword at the screaming soon to be dead people.

The boy walked through the murderess scene, blood spattering the tips of his black cloak, the hood now pulled down from his head, white hair flecked with human blood as they last few were slain in front of him, eyes gleaming with hate and desire, trembling so much as he walked unsteadily down the road, his feet stepping and making awful squishy squashy noises as his boots contacted with the street. He smiled, all teeth and threw his head back, his shoulders shaking as he laughed, a crazed laugh as the hot wet tears fell from his tired eyes. Suddenly, the sharp pain made him wretch, arms wrapping his arms around himself in a hug, coughing up blood onto the ground. His fingers hesitantly traced his lips, blood obviously spilling from the corners of his mouth. The next shock of pain made him fall to his knees, throwing his head back, his mouth opened in a silent scream as he clenched the shirt over his seal, the burning sensation of the clock moving emitting through him. Finally the pain subsided, the boy leaning over, hands on the ground to support him as he emptied to contents of his stomach onto the already bloodied ground, he rolled over, away from the vile and rested himself in a less bloodied area. He was breathing heavily, his vision becoming a haze as he reached into his shirt, feeling his heartbeat. It was beating rapidly, like never before, like train pushing its limits, the fastest it can go. He could faintly hear a tick tock noise.

TICK.

TOCK.

TICK.

TOCK.

The boy's back arched, his mouth opened and he screamed out from the last terrible shock of pain that was sent coursing though his veins. A sudden purple circle with symbols he couldn't comprehend surrounded him as Albus stood over his body, watching him whither in pain, gasping and clawing at the seal, drawing blood. He did this until there was nothing except the feeling of Albus or anything just dragging him down, dragging him down, wait, dragging him down, no he wasn't ready, he hadn't gotten what he wanted, no, no, no, no, this wasn't…wasn't what he…dragging him down. Down. Just him, down and into the darkness.

"What's your name?"

…

"I see…His name is Kevin...He works for a big mansion...and-"

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Did anyone like the first chapter? I think I did a fairly good job, don't you agree? Gil's story is up next! Stay tuned!