Hello. The following will be a place for my collected drabbles or one-shots that I do not feel are worthy of posting separately. Haha~
I titled this "One Word" because each chapter is based off of one word that I have taken from a challenge table. There are 100 words in all, but some of the one-shots written from these will not be posted here. So yes, that means this will not have 100 chapters. Haha.
There will likely be all types of pairings and ratings, so each time I post a new chapter I will change the description and "pairing" for the most recent chapter.
I don't own anything.
And thank you all for reading. Any feedback is well appreciated. Thanks. *hearts*
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Gilbert was right where he thought he would be. His arms were wrapped tightly around his knees, hugging his legs close in master's chair. His head was down, his face hidden in his curly hair. Vincent was almost frightened with how still he was.
He walked up to him cautiously. "Big Brother?"
"Go away, Vincent."
Vincent stared, visibly hurt. His eyes fell to the floor. He sounded angry and upset. What hurt most though was that he wouldn't even talk to him about it. Vincent couldn't tell anymore what the problem was. When it was just the two of them, they shared everything, at least, to Vincent's knowledge they did. When they had come to stay at the Vessalius house his brother seemed different. It was like they were still holding hands but walking in different directions. Then, when Alice appeared in Master's life, when she had started getting involved with their happiness, Gilbert's hand was beginning to slip away from Vincent's, their fingers only just touching.
Vincent walked up to their master's favorite chair that resided in the study. It was big, enough for two or even three people. Vincent assumed that's why he liked it so much. He climbed up and sat next to Gilbert, moving slowly, like he was approaching a wounded animal. He put his hand on his brother's shoulder, "Brother, please don't ignore me."
Gilbert jerked at the touch and again from the words as if they were nails being pounded into his head with one smash each. Why can't I, Vincent?! I'm always taking care of you. I've always taken care of you! Do you have any idea how tired that makes me? I'm tired, Vincent. I have every right to ignore you. "Please just leave me alone." Gil knew his anger didn't lay with Vincent. He was upset for entirely different reasons, but if Vincent was there to bother him now, he was sure he'd take out his aggression on him, even if Vincent wasn't to blame for the pain he had felt in the past.
The blonde was quiet for a moment, sure that if he left he'd regret it. Their fingers were slipping apart, and if he didn't do something, Gilbert would end up leaving him, walking in a completely different direction. "I can't leave you." He paused, taking precautions not to cry, sure his brother would only be more upset if he did so, "I know that I've always been a burden to you, and that I'm always depending on you but-it's not fair. It's not fair to tell me to go away. You never depend on me."
Gil looked up finally, a little surprised.
"It's Alice, right? I hate her." Vincent's eyes conveyed the very real truth of the statement.
Gil put his head down, this time resting his chin on his knees, studying the floor, "I hate how Master has been lately," he admitted.
"It's because of her."
"I know . . . I-" Gilbert hid his face again, embarrassed suddenly.
Vincent got on his knees in the chair, putting his hands on his brother's left arm to break him from his cocoon, "Tell me. Please tell me what's wrong, Big Brother."
Gilbert stayed where he was, his voice muffled as he spoke, "I think I'm in love."
Vincent shook his brother slightly, "I can't here you Gil, speak up."
Gilbert snapped up, "I said I think I'm in love." He pushed Vincent's hands away and let his legs dangle off the couch, his arms at his sides. He closed his eyes and spoke again, a clear blush on his cheeks, "I think I'm in love with Master."
" . . . Are you sure?"
He covered his eye with his fingers interlaced and his hands over them as his blush deepened, "Yes, yes I'm sure." Ugh, I shouldn't have said anything. Vincent doesn't get it.
Vincent didn't expect this, and he really didn't know what to say, but he did understand one thing, and that was that Jack wasn't in love with Gilbert. He hadn't seen anything between his master and Alice, but he was always talking about her. He could remember one time though, when Gil had been in the kitchen and Vincent had gone looking for Jack. He had seen him and Master Glenn together, and their lips were together. He knew for a fact that Jack liked giving kisses, he himself had received lots from his master, but never on the lips before.
" . . . I love you." Vincent somehow knew this to be true.
"Of course you do, Vince, you're my brother. I love you, too." Gilbert gave up. I should have known he wouldn't understand.
"No I-" Ever since he had seen his master and Master Glenn together like that, he had always wondered what it felt like, but he didn't want to try it, at least, not with anyone besides his brother. He was glad his brother was covering his eyes. After taking a second to gather his courage he leaned over him and kissed him shyly but deliberately on the lips.
Gilbert nearly jumped out of his skin, "Wh-why are you doing that?" Though he hadn't seen it before, he too knew the difference of kissing someone on the lips.
Vincent was very matter-of-fact, "I said that I love you. I mean it, Big Brother. I really do love you."
Gil blushed a little and calmed down, "Vincent, I'm sure you're just confused. You don't understand. It's-"
Vincent found himself growing a little angry, "-but I do understand! I do love you! –an-and I always will! I'll love you more than Master ever will!"
Gil stared back at his brother, more than a little shocked. Vincent, you can't be serious. You're my brother. You can't- He quieted his thoughts as he stared into Vincent's eyes. He knew that look. He knew that he meant it.
" . . . ."
Vincent tried again, more determined this time, putting his hands on either side of his brother's face as he had seen Master Glenn do to his master. Gilbert didn't fight back when Vincent kissed him the second time, and returned the kiss softly, blushing all the while. He wished he wasn't kissing Vincent. He wished he was kissing Jack.
"I don't mind being a replacement. All I want is to make Big Brother happy." Gil stared back at him. This was too cruel. Vincent wasn't lieing, and he wasn't confused. He was so often thinking those same thoughts about his master. 'All that matters is Master's happiness.'
"I can't do this, Vincent." Gilbert hopped off the chair and looked back only once, "I'm sorry."
Ever since then Gilbert had been walking in the opposite direction leaving his brother stranded. Vincent had lost his brother, but he would do anything, no matter what it takes, to find him again so that they would once again hold hands and walk the same path.