Raiting : K+
Pairing : Oz/Gil
Disclaimer : Pandora Hearts and its characters belong to Jun Mochizuki~
A/N : I thought I could post here the english versions of my fanfictions too, anyway~ This one is a few years old one shot, not something really long neither really complicated, but I hope you'll enjoy ! I'll post the rest from time to time later one~
Sweet Day
"Tell me, Gil. What do I mean, to you?"
Gilbert turned back towards his young master Oz, startled. He putt his cigarette out of his lips with two fingers.
"What do I mean to you?" Oz repeated while lying on the armchair, his hands on the back of his neck and a grin on his lips.
A slight blush appeared between the black locks lifted by the slight breeze that whispered through the open window. The servant turned back to the blue sky with long white clouds, hiding his embarrassment. He took a puff from his cigarette, enjoying the peace in the Rainsworth household's manor. Or he rather tried to.
"Gii~l!" His little master whined behind him."
He heard him stand up, picturing perfectly the annoyed expression of his beautiful face with two shining emerald eyes.
"Y-you have already asked me this question, at least ten times." He muttered while feeling Oz hanging over him.
"But I've never had a real answer, just mutters." Oz replied, a light snickering in his voice.
Gil completely turned his head in order to hide his dark red cheeks. The boy was amused at this sight.
« Gil-kun is so cute~» He thought with a sadistic smile.
"So ?" He urged.
The silence persevered. Oz growled slightly and, suddenly, he pulled down the raven haired man by his sleeve, constraining him to lean down. This dark red color on his face suited so much with those black locks, Oz thought, amused. He was looking at him with those evil eyes he always had when he was teasing the young man. To watch him blush and get nervous was so joyful !
"Answer me, Gil."
He dropped his head, more embarrassed than ever.
"I-I... W-Well you are... my young master..."
"And what else ?"
"A... a p-precious friend..."
"Is that all ?" Oz replied, frowning.
Gilbert seemed not to know where to hide himself.
A-and... M-my m...m-most... pre-precious p-p-person."
The young Vessalius couldn't help but laugh as he heard these stuttering which made the sentence almost unintelligible. He tightened his embrace and put his forehead against the older man's. Gilbert had no choice but look at him in the eyes.
"You couldn't tell me "I love you" ?"
"I... ! W-well... This... this is not the kind of things you... we...!"
Blond hair caressed black locks with adoration.
«He is so cute.»
"Gil never tells me "I love you"." Oz whined. "The only times he does are when I touch him and make him..."
"Th-that's not true !" Gil interrupted. But he knew the only thing that was false was the way he said it.
Oz laughed quietly. He moved back his forehead in order to slowly bring his lips closer.
"You can tell me in an other way than words, if you'd rather." He whispered with bright eyes.
Gil sighed but slided his fingers in Oz's hair while leaning down. He couldn't resist such an offer.