AN: Nothing to really comment on, but young Gil and Oz are just adorable, aren't they? *hugs them*
-katie4dragons
"Hey, Gil?"
"Hey, hey Gil." Oz called softly, slowly easing Gil's hands away from where they had been covering his golden eyes.
"Gil, I'm sorry."
Gil could tell by the mirth still evident in his master's eyes that he didn't fully mean it, but he would accept the apology anyway. He could never be mad at Oz. How could he ever be?
The servant dried his tears with the back of his sleeve. Oz reached down and pulled the smaller boy off of his knees and back to his feet.
Oz didn't let go of Gil's hand and began to pull the younger boy down the hall behind him, yelling about some new prank he planned to pull of the maids. Oz was always pulling things like that, and Gil was always the one to take the fall.
But Gil didn't care where they were going, or even what they were doing. He didn't really mind that much when he was the one that got in trouble. Gil would always do what Oz asked of him. He would go through Hell and back for his Oz.
There was nothing that Oz could ever do to make Gil leave.
Gil would always be there for him; as his servant, and most of all, his best friend.