Ah, Madness. Your review is a hug to my soul. I AM MADE HAPPY! XD Beautiful. ;-; Now I just hope that I can measure up to your standards. XD P.S. This was probably going to have no couple, since it'll be -somewhat- short. But because Gil went and got all hot and bothered, it might be Oz/Gil XD even though I still think that they're brothers XD~

"Ooh. Will you teach us to play then, Gil?"

"Oz…you…" Gilbert's face was still bright red as he muttered to himself. What would Oz think if he knew what he'd been asking about? His young master still didn't know about…those things…it made Gilbert feel dirty somehow. And then asking for the stupid rabbit to join them, that… Gilbert shuddered as another image of he and Oz at 'play' assailed his mind's eye. With a groan, he rubbed at his face and shook his head.

He was going to Hell, there was no two ways about it.

Still, he'd hidden the box to be disposed of properly later, at least. And somewhere that Oz wouldn't find it. So now he just needed to find Oz and ensure that his young master went off to bed, it was getting late, after all. He did wonder something though, as far as how long it would take for Oz to become enlightened…Gilbert had learned about such things the hard way, thanks to that damned Break.

"Happy eighteenth birthday, Gilbert-kun! I've gotten you a very special present…here's a map, just go to this address and ask for a 'Madame Rochard', give her this letter, alright?"

Gilbert stared at Break with a mixture of wariness, confusion, and a bit of annoyance. He preferred to spend his birthdays alone…there was nothing to celebrate about the day that had been chosen by Oz to mark their meeting and Gilbert's birthday if Oz wasn't there to share it with him… "I don't think-"

Break's expression became shadowed as he and Emily peered forward. "Are you going to deny my gift, Gilbert-kun?"

Gilbert stiffened as a shudder went down his spine. "N-No. Of course not." Even now, Break still scared him. He'd never liked clowns anyway. With a resigned expression, he took the envelope and the map and headed off to where it might lead him, waved off by a smiling Break.

Before long, he'd made his way into town and followed the map to a brightly lit building called the 'Palace of Dreams'. "Huh…? What sort of place is this…?" Gilbert entered and immediately flushed as several rather attractive, rather scantily clad women began to giggle at him.

"My, but you're a handsome one! What brings you here, luv?" a saucy red-head smiled winningly up at him and he turned cherry-red as he handed her the letter and stammered. "F-For Madame Rochard." Gilbert kept his eyes trained on her face. Her face!

"Ohhh, I think I know who you are…just a minute, luv~" the woman winked and sauntered off and Gilbert stood stock still, paralyzed with fear and blushing horribly.

Several hours later, a stunned looking Gilbert, whose face had been almost the same shade of red the whole evening, left the building to the sound of giggles, affectionate-sighing goodbyes, and eager wishes for his return, with one thought on his mind.

Break. Was. Dead.

And…there was something to be said for melted chocolate and strawberries...

Such was his initiation into manhood.

That memory didn't help his flush at all, nor did the sudden images of he and Oz utilizing that lovely combination of richness and sweetness.

"Going to Hell…going to Hell…going to Hell…" that was Gilbert's morose mantra for the evening, it seemed.

"Giiiil. Hey, Gil, where are youuuuu?"

Gilbert froze at the sound of his young master's voice. True, he had gone to search for the other, but now that he could hear that Oz was searching for him, and with that tone of voice…no, he didn't dare show his face to the other right now. Oz would wring out answers from him that he couldn't give. And he would not be the one to give Oz 'the talk', not in this lifetime. Not in any lifetime. Not. Ever.

With that thought in mind, Gilbert quickly turned the other way and headed off. He'd just see his young master in the morning, and hopefully have thought up a proper distraction and, or excuse by then….

(So I was gonna have Oz/Alice's little starter POV in this…but Gil gave himself a much longer part than I'd thought, and then I'd have to write his out and theirs out and it just seems like it'd be good to have on it's own and next…aaaaand. I'm sleepy. XD But hopefully this Gilbert snippet was terribly amusing. So yesh! XD)