Yay, finished my homework early so i could post this! Enjoy, Gilberts Story ! Bloody detail but im not really good at it so it may/may not be suitable for anyone under 13.. Also, listening to 'Thanks for all the memories' by Fall out boy on repeat so i dont know how this will influence my writing...Oh, spoilers for those who havent seen episode 10-the end and chapter 70+

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Today was the day. Everything was going to be perfectly perfect! This was his day, nothing would and could go wrong...

A young boy, dressed up well, but the tips of his coat, drenched in the dark sticky liquid of blood ran down a fairly lite hall, trying his best not to look to closely but found he was unable. His wide frantic eyes, searching, looking, begging to catch sight of either of his beloved.

"Vinnnnce!" the boy shrieked, as he tripped over a limb, falling onto his face into the horrid carpet.

He screeched as he set up on his knees, breathing hard as he stared at his red hands, feeling the hot fresh liquid he just fell in, sliding down his temple and past his cheekbone. He stood up on wobbly legs, shakily running the back of his hand across the side of his face, gagging at the smell of death that had so rudely invaded his senses. When he deemed himself clean enough he continued to take off down the hall, ignoring the screams he heard as he rushed past the people in cloaks.

"Masteeeer!" he yelled, already feeling tears from pain and sadness slipping past the corners of his eyes.

He sniffled once, twice, a third. He finally found himself stumbling for a moment and into a wall. He slumped there, breathing in the smoke from the fire consuming the halls, the flames licking teasingly at the curtains before engulfing them whole. He had to get up...at least find one of them! He got up again, hand on his knee as the other flew up to his mouth as he released the mornings breakfast. Panting and gagging as he wiped his hand on his hankerchief, discarding it into the burning carpet, he had to hurry otherwise he wouldn't make it. He ran off again, head turning at each door that voice could be heard, screaming or otherwise. It felt like hours, days, travelling the side of the Baskerville mansion that hadn't fully burned to a crisp, but it was coming down oh so soon. He saw an open door ahead, the light of a lamp shining as he could hear two very familar voices. He rushed in.

"Stay away Gilbert!"

"Whats wrong Glen?...Why don't you hurry up and drop that sword?I really don't want to hurt you like this...killing your cute servant."

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Clang.

Gilbert watched from his spot on the ground, wheezing in pain as he watched a monster rabbit form behind the blonde man his brother loved, Jack. The thing had just attacked his master! How dare it do such a thing-!

He couldn't hear anymore with the blood pounding in his ears but he watched with a bleary vision as the other Baskervilles rushed in. He didnt know what was going on anymore...He...what was happening...everything should have been fine..but..but what was this? Why was Jack attacking Master? Weren't they best friends..whats going on..? His vision was dying...

"M...masteeeeeer..." he groaned out quietly, his head hitting the ground with a light thump.

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He didn't know how long he'd been out but he felt this searing pain in his head, it felt like it would crack into tiny peices if he moved it, but he hand to. He groaned lightly, staring at the floor, noticing he was face down he began turning his head to the side softly, angling it upward since that was were the voices were coming from. He noticed the room was weird, sorta of like a demented girls room. He didn't think anyone noticed him but as soon as he got his jaw working the girl screamed out. His attention snapped away from the girl that looks so familar...There was another person, older then him but younger than Jack or Glen. He had white hair too...b...but his left eye was gushing out blood and he was reaching out to the white haired girl as some weird..half human thing went to her side. It was obvious the bleeding boy was screaming, almost begging for her to do something as the world around them crumbled into a deep black hole.

He couldn't tell left from right anymore...all he could tell was that he had just noticed the blonde boy next to him, his eyes drifted close. He knew this kid...who was he again? He was someone important...Why was he here...it's so cold. So dark. So...not...not who? Who was he..? Oh his name was Gilbert...but...what else was there to know about him? Nothing. Because he was nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing at all like this nothingness place he was in, drifting...into...nothing.

W_O_R_T_H_L_E_S_S

Gilbert set on the bed. The walls white and stuffing scattered everywhere. This was not his room. His master did not live here. Why was he here? Was this really a way to save him? Would it work? Who he die before he could fulfill his desire? He moved a lock of curly, soft, black hair behind his ear, staring at the ground quietly. It was the only way.

"Nii-san!"

Gilbert looked up, blinking a bit. He hadn't noticed the boy that claimed to be his brother was calling to him, waving his hand in front of his face.

"V-vincent?"

"Ah, so you are listening!"

He watched the blonde boy grin at him, the smile seemed forced, weary almost as if the boy was tired, not physically, but mentally, like an old man that had been through to much.

"S-s-sorry..i was t-thinking.."

He was thinking about Raven. Vincent had led him into the basement and showed him the door to the abyss earlier where he had encountered Raven. That chain...He was going to get that chain.

"Nii-san..it's time to sleep."

"OK.."

Gilbert was already dressed, a long navy blue nightgown with ruffled sleeves and pooled around his feet decorated his figure.

"Nii-san looks cute."

Gilbert flushed, quickly clambering onto the bed and under the covers, embarrassed at the compliment and the fact he had to share a bed with his brother.

They slept as peacefully as their minds would let them. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow, he wouldn't be sweet,shy, naive Gilbert, he'd have blood on his hands. He would kill tomorrow.

And in a way. He knew he had failed another Master even if he couldn't recall it. He knew..he was worthless.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL~! Anyway, complete fail, blah,blahblahblah. I dont really think it was fail, i rather enjoyed writing this piece. But i didn't like thinking awful things about Gil so i just revolved it around chapter this chapter/episode whatever! Mostly, about his feelings during that time. Hope i did well! The urm..next chapter is one my older sister will be doing =/= she uh said...smut would be a good way to end off this story... BreakxGil Chapter named S_A_M_E .