It was a lonely and quiet winter day at Pandora Headquarters. Oz was lazing about in the parlor, trying to find something to keep him occupied. Chain sightings had gone down, and it was too cold to go searching for Alice's memories. No one was around; Sharon had dragged Alice away for more "girl time", Gil went out to do the weekly shopping, and hell if he knew where Break was.

Probably popping out from closets and scaring the other Pandora members, Oz thought. He glanced anxiously at the clock.

10:00 am. It had been 2 hours already, and Gil wasn't due back until 12:00. At least if Gil was there, he would have someone to tease.

Great. Now he was stuck here, alone, with absolutely nothing to do for 2 whole hours.

Oz sighed and got up from the sofa he was sitting on. He certainly wasn't just going to sit there and stare at the wall the whole time.

Maybe if he walked around, he would find someone to talk to. At this point he would even settle talking to Break. Oz walked down the hall where their quarters were, searching for some signs of entertainment. When he came to Gilbert's he saw the door was ever so slightly cracked - a perfect invitation for the bored teenager. He slipped into his servant's room and shut the door behind him.

Come on, Gil, you've got to have something in here…

Oz then noticed a medium-sized black book sitting on Gil's nightstand. He knew he shouldn't be snooping around like this, but his boredom had gotten the best of him. But Gil was his servant, wasn't he? And since Oz was his master, he could look at Gil's stuff as he pleased. That's what Oz told himself as he hesitantly picked up the book and plopped down on Gil's bed to read it.

As he examined it more closely, he noticed the word "Diary" across the front in small gold letters. Oz didn't know what he expected it to be; there aren't too many books that would be on someone's nightstand, but he didn't think Gil was the type of person to keep a diary. What could he possibly want to write about? Chains? Shopping? How much he hated "that stupid rabbit"? Unless Gil had some secret he didn't know about…?

Secret…?

Oz instantly wanted - no, needed - to know what was in that little black book.

He really shouldn't read Gil's diary. He knew that. Gil would have a fit if he ever found out.

But no one was around. Oz was bored to death. And the diary was looking more tempting by the second.

Hey, it was his fault for leaving it out, anyway.

Tentatively, Oz lay back on the headboard of the bed and opened his servant's diary.

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Hope you like it so far! Next will be Gil's diary, then maybe a lemon in the third chapter? ^///^ Tell me what you think! ~