Hey so this is an alternate version of my story "three days is all it takes". This is gunna be angsty and might get weird… idk. I got a 15 year old mind to work with here so bear with me…

Warnings: mentions of abuse

"How the hell did this happen to me? What did I do? Does he hate me?" Gilbert laid his head on his knees in an attempt to stop his train of thought before he got any more depressed.

It had been about an hour since he and Oz had fought, and he knew it had been his fault. He shouldn't have said what he did. He was a servant after all. Just a servant, no matter how much he wanted to be more he couldn't. He and Oz weren't friends. The only reason Oz even glanced in his direction was because he had to, because he was burdened with looking after an orphan, because Gil was the only one there, he had no other choice.

Sighing he leaned back on the tree behind him, relishing in the calmness of the garden. Oz had sent him out of the manor in a fit of rage. Thinking back on it Gilbert knew his words were foolish. He knew what the outcome would be yet he said it anyway.

But it does take two to tango and Oz definitely had his role in the argument. He had been acting strange for the past couple of days and Gilbert noticed. He'd become distant, and didn't smile. Ada was beginning to get worried and would often come to Gil crying and in need of comfort. Oz had also been riding on a short fuse when it came to his temper as well. The slightest thing would set him off. Usually when he would have a fit he would throw a book or break a cup and be over it but today it was different.

Cups and books are inanimate, unmoving, without feeling. There will be no one hurt in the act of defiling them but today Oz struck something living, hard, across the face. Then proceeded to chase said something out of the manor throwing tea wear all the way; several cups shattering on the something's head leaving blood trickle down the cheeks. That something was Gilbert who was now in the garden blaming himself for the unfortunate ordeal.

What had he said? Something like 'you're as bad as your father' yeah that must have been what triggered it. But in this moment he was. The Master was the only one whom had ever struck Gilbert and now it seemed as though Oz was planning to make it a habit. Gilbert shuddered at the thought. The last thing he needed was an abusive master.

He reached up to brush away some of the blood now drying on his cheek, doing little more than smearing it around. He pulled is had away from his face and studied the crimson color that stained his flesh. Dark red. It had been Oz who had done this too him. Oz. Laughing, smiling, optimistic, Oz! This couldn't be real. He had to be stuck in a nightmare. All he had to do was open his eyes and wake up!

He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts by the sound of his name being called from the garden door. Mrs. Kate, of course, probably wondering why he wasn't with the young master. Hesitantly he got up wiping as much blood and tears as he could from his face and trudged toward the house, scared of what he might encounter within.

Soooo how was that? It's really just the prologue so long as people enjoyed it I'll write another chapter. Seriously tell me if I messed up on spelling or anything as well. Thanks and as always please R&R. I will reply to all!