The darkest of hearts.
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A scream could be heard in a dark alleyway. A small blond haired bot stood smirking. "Another useless Abyss." the blond boy said, throwing the black blood covered box at the big black rabbit behind him. It ate the box in no time. The boy turned to the other man in the alleyway. He was tall, lean and fairly good looking. He had black hair that looked like a true mess. The man blew a poof of smoke out of his mouth. He crushed his cigaret between his fingers.
"What a true waste?!" the man said, venom in his deep voice. He saw the markings on the blonds face disappear. He ran over and caught the boys falling body. "I've got you, master." he said holding the boy in his arms. He looked asleep. Then the boy sat up straight. "Are you alright?" the man asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Gil." The boy said, a slight smile grazed his lips. The cute name he gave his loyal servant Gilbert a long time ago.
"I'm glad to hear that, Oz." Gilbert said, his face was the same solemn face he always held. He always seem bored to everyone but Oz. Well that's because Oz know Gilbert. He knew it wasn't boredom. No it was far from boredom. It was something deeper. But none of that matter's now. After all what is past is past. No sense in reminiscing in those pensive memories. They always made Gilbert so sorrowful.
"Come on, lets go. We must hurry to find the next Abyss who might know where, Alice is." Oz said, walking away. Gilbert picked himself up, following Oz into those same bustling streets. They where on there way, to where? Gilbert never knew. But still he would follow Oz. Not only cause he wanted to but cause he has to. Gilbert felt rain tap his pale face. For Gilbert if he didn't know any better he would think that the clouds where crying just for him. But he knew better. 'No one cry's for the heartless' Gilbert thought to himself. He put his hand on his chest. He felt that heart he swore stopped beating long ago. 'A black, dead, cold heart' Gilbert thought to himself. 'It's befitting for a cold, dead person' Gilbert thought bitterly. The two got to a motel and got there room. The moment they got in the room, Gilbert throw himself on the bed. He put his arm over his eyes. 'Why can I never...' his thoughts drifted off. He opened one eye to see Oz jumping on the bed. "Oz, you shouldn't jump on the bed. If you get hurt, and your sister finds out she will surely kill me." Gilbert said, Oz jumped from one bed onto Gilbert. Gilbert pushed him off of him.
"Come on, Gil." Oz said, half smiling. It was a twisted smile of sort. Gilbert stood up, walking over to the window. Gilbert lit a cigaret. Blowing out a puff of smoke. Oz sat back on his bed, next to the window that Gilbert was standing near. He retched up pulling Gilbert's cigarette away. He put it to his lips, taking a puff. He handed it back to Gilbert. Gilbert gave him a small, dark glare. Gilbert put it back in his mouth. "What's wrong, Gil?" Oz asked, mildly concerned. Gilbert narrowed his eyes.
"I sense a storm is coming." Gilbert said, the cigarette still between his white teeth. At that moment lightening flashed outside.
"Maybe they will have what we want." Oz said, smirking. Gilbert smirked. He got down on one knee in front of Oz.
"I hope so, master Oz." Gilbert said, Oz petted his head. His smirk grew. The game was just starting to get good. Oz couldn't wait to see how this would end. He knew it would be the best game he would ever play in his short yet wondrous life.
Heels clacked against the tile floors. "Master, what will be our next move?" the orange haired girl asked. The man in front of her wore a huge grin on his face.
"My dear Sharon, we will just wait for those two to come then see what happens next." the sliver haired man said. "After all the king of hearts has given no orders." he continued. Sharon nodded her head, agreeing with her master.
"Indeed." She said. The man petted her head.
"Let the games begin!" the man said.
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