Phew! now that the first chapter is done lets get down to the nitty-gritty.

Will warn you It's gonna get super dark, super mature in the next chapter. Don't read if you're really sensitive. Instead, opt for my other stories 'After the Ceremony' is pretty popular or Ozbert feat. the Titanic has comedy xD anyway I warned yah and so let's get started.

It's the morning after the kiss and Oz woke up looking terrible, his eyes were deprived of sleep and his hair was a messy nest of golden strands sticking in every direction, he still slept in the clothes he wore the day before, since Gilbert didn't help him change, and the added excuse that Oz just couldn't be bothered. The man was obviously avoiding him, he didn't even join the group for dinner. The blonde kept waking up in the middle of the night tossing and turning he just couldn't sleep, not without talking to him. Oz took a deep yawn -for the eleventh time- and was in two minds to flop back onto the pillows. Oz being essentially a teenager took that option and crashed back onto the bed. Despite his eyes being closed, he could feel the beam of sunlight poking through the gap in the curtains, so he turned on his side, where he shifted up to his pillow smelling of tobacco and coffee.

His eyes fluttered open to see Gil's cravat. Oz wasn't aware he kept hold of it since he left Gil's office. He scooped up the garment that smelt of the person who rejected him. The blonde hated to think that the incident may have put their friendship in jeopardy. But he also thought the behavior Gil was showing was too... dramatic, I mean Gil is always dramatic but... it was just a kiss. Oz collapsed onto the bed again, making it creak, he held the scarf just below his chin and closed his eyes, imagining the day before in the office. The scar, the kiss, Gil's face, O his face had never been so red, so full of lust. Oz then smelt the scarf and it was like Gil was here with him in this bed. Then he remembered the face the Raven pulled after he broke the kiss, Oz had never seen him pull such a face, it was like he was looking through Oz, or stuck in a memory.

"I hope I'm not interrupting"

The blonde's eyes snapped open to see Break standing by the doorway of his chambers. Oz immediately sat up on the bed and hid the scarf behind his back. "Break! Wha-what are you doing here?"

"I did knock" smirked the clown he gestured to the door with a flick of his sleeve where his hand emerged holding a lollipop. He approached the bed and flopped next to the boy, Oz noticed that the man wasn't carrying his doll; Emily. "So what's happened now?" said the Albino

"..."

"with you and Raven, he stays locked up in his room and here you are smelling his garments" Break proceeded to dangle the scarf in front of Oz, The boy quickly snatched the cloth and immediately hated himself for falling for Break's tricks.

The clown's smirk grew bigger as he plopped the lollipop in his mouth. Oz sighed and placed the cravat under his pillow preparing to explain the events of yesterday. Oz shifted onto the bed and crossed his legs, noticing that he didn't even take his boots off. "I um- I kissed Gil"

Break seemed unperturbed "hmm looks like I lost that bet"

"Eh what did you say?" worried Oz

"Hmm Oh nothing carry on" he waved a slender hand

Oz pulled a worrying brow but pushed it side "Anyway I kissed him and he- um – he just looked hurt I mean really hurt and he pushed me away and that's why he's avoiding me" Oz scratched the back of his head, surprised at himself for actually telling someone so soon and that someone being Break!

The man just sat in silence, connecting the dots as he swung his legs back and fourth. "So... you just kissed?" the man looked at Oz with the stick of candy poking out of his mouth which pointed directly to the boy as though he was being interrogated.

"We'll that and-" Oz shuffled his fingers "other things" he peeped at Break who starred intently at the boy, the one red eye suddenly looking bigger, Oz knew he needed to explain himself if it meant fixing things then that's what he needed to do. The boy took a deep breath "I may have crossed the line, all I wanted was to see his scar but instead I forced myself on him and its all my fault cos I touched him and I shouldn't have cos we're friends but-"

[Crunch!]

Oz was silenced by the impact of the clown's excessive bite. He noticed that the man suddenly looked serious. His face took on a scary serious as a dark aura surrounded Break, worse than usual. He spat out the candy stick, which was chewed up and distorted badly, and jumped off the bed with his back facing the boy. "No it's not your fault" the aura grew darker, surrounding the entire room. Oz couldn't help but feel that he made a mistake by telling the man. Eventually, Break turned his attention to the blonde again. He leaned down to his level. "Oz, do you want to know why Raven acted the way he did?" the blonde's eyes widened, but the clown remained still, awaiting an answer.

"what happened to Gil?"

"Stop Please! Nooo!"

Break's eye faltered at the memory he buried so long ago. "lets just say that Raven's life at the Nightray House wasn't exactly...easy" The clown shrugged and smiled "hmm I wouldn't normally recommend a visit to the sewer rat" he stood straight and turned to the door "But I think you have no choice, I'm sworn to secrecy", the man began to depart for the door.

"Break! Why won't you tell me!" Oz seized up, his hair growing static like a cat about to pounce

"It's simply not my business, And-" he flicked the boy on the forehead "If you want to know everything you're better off asking his brother, I'd rather not dig up old skeletons your pretty good at doing that anyway" he left Oz alone in his room.

The blonde suddenly felt a surge of energy, there was more to this than Oz originally expected and he needed to know the truth. He would prefer to avoid the man as much as he can, but if Break wasn't going to tell him, then there was no choice. The boy got changed into a clean shirt and shorts.

Today he was going to see Vincent Nightray.

Oz remembered the last time he saw the crimson gold eyed Nightray. It was after he shot Phillip's father on one of the trio's missions set by Pandora. A soon as he crept out of the shadows holding Echo in his arms Oz knew he was trouble. An evil man who didn't hold a candle to his kind, caring brother.

'Gil' Oz imagined him alone in his chambers curled up on his bed, lost and quiet. He had wanted to speak to him before he left but thought better of it and got a carriage straight into town. He was informed that the Noble usually spends his time "socializing" in 'Betty's Boot Toot Soiree, Oz wasn't sure what the name implied but urgently wanted to meet him.

In all of Reveil the man had to be here. The young Vessailius stood outside, what looked to be, a run down, shabby looking house featuring a small sign and adorned with windows and red velvet curtains. Inside he could hear many voices, Troubling the boy who was in two minds to go in or turn back. His hands turned into fists and marched into the building.

The place stank of burnt herbs mixed with wine and beer with the exception of tobacco- if you smelt hard enough- Living with Gil must have made Oz immune to the smell since you couldn't see a damn thing with clouds of smoke surrounding the hall. Waving his hands in front of his face didn't do much good. But the boy heard soft voices up ahead.

"~Oo what a cutey~"

"~Hello~ Mister care for some company?"

"~Your new here want me to show you around~?"

"look at his clothes he looks like them nobles"

The blonde couldn't believe his eyes, above him, was a spiral staircase where 4 maybe 5 skimpily dressed women leaned against the banister surrounding him, eyeing him like he was a piece of meat.

They were all caked in makeup, all wearing brightly colored corsets that extenuated their breasts, poised seductively and with so much leg on show. Oz was beginning to feel faint over the amount of skin. He had just entered a Whore House! Determined to leave, the boy smiled and slowly made his way to the door, muttering out apologies for intruding on the property. But rather than returning to the carriage, he was thrown into a room instead.

"Let go of me!" struggled the blonde as he clawed at the hand that held the scruff of his necktie. He felt the brunt force of the floor and heard the loud slam of a door. It was dim in the room but Oz could see the fierce uneven gold and red irises that stared down at him.

"Vincent!" relieved the boy "I need to talk to you"

"Oh you do, well aren't I the lucky one," he said sarcastically the man sighed and walked to a nearby armchair that acted as a pin cushion for a pair of scissors which impaled the armrest, it had seen better days as the furniture was sliced numerous times the stuffing was practically seeping out. He flopped into the chair, causing more stuffing to escape. "Be quick I have business to attend to and your hardly in the right age group to even be here" He sat lounging on the chair with legs crossed and a holding his head by his crown, already bored with Oz's presence. The boy stood up, he was in a hurry to get this over with. Hatred for the man simmering within him as he stared him straight into his mismatched eyes.

"It's about Gil, I'm worried about him?"

The man leaped at the boy and grabbed his shoulders. "Whats wrong with Gil-kun? What did you do?" Oz expected such a reaction from the things he heard from Break about the man being 'possessive' and 'Creepy' already Oz felt uncomfortable, imagine what it was like living with him.

He sighed "Nothings wrong, I just came here to ask questions" the man loosened his grip and scoffed at the boy for giving him such a fright. He returned to the chair with a disturbed smile. "I'm guessing he doesn't know your here" more stuffing seeped out of the chair

"Well no it's a private matter, about Gil's life ten years ago"

"And what exactly is stopping you from asking him yourself" the man massaged his forehead, suggesting he was getting a headache.

The boy was passed simmering and reaching boiling point "Look, are you going to tell me about Gil's past or aren't you?!"

The man stretched himself across the chair and yawned, "what do you want to know exactly, all of a sudden I'm feeling very sleepy"

Oz burned into the man's eyes "what happened at the Nightray house?"

The man's face fell and he regained his posture and sat up straight holding his hands together with his fingertips to his chin. "... Hmm," he sat in silence for a while, plotting a path for the conversation. He smiled, possibly imagining how angry Gilbert would act If he found out, O Vincent loved it when Gil-kun got angry, Oz tried to ignore the fact that the man was hugging himself and rubbing his hands across his chest vigorously with a disturbing smile. Once the man stopped he eyed the boy, his face stiffened and –just like Break- a heavy aura surrounded the man. "Okay I'll tell you everything"

Gilbert lied on his back, still in his white shirt and black trousers with his arms over his eyes. His room was dark with the curtains drawn. He hadn't moved for hours but he could tell the sun was beginning to set. No one bothered him all day, with the exception of last night when Alice knocked on his door asking if she could have his supper. The man didn't reply off course, at least she was happy, which was something Gilbert was lacking. He thought of his young master. The one true happiness in his life and how he tossed it away because of the troublesome cracks of his past intoxicating his mind.

"Ne-ah! it hurts!"

A bolt of pain surged into his head, squeezing his eyes shut, he cradled his skull trying to block out the past again. He opened his eyes where his arms laid in front of him. And with his left hand, he pulled his right sleeve down. In the faint light, there was a line of wrinkled skin around his wrist, He did the same with the other arm and positioned them together, both matching with faint, irritated skin all around each wrist.

"He keeps struggling"

"Tie him up!"

"Good now let's have some fun"

Gilbert began to shake and quickly tugged his sleeves up before curling in on himself, clutching his sides as he tried to, block the memories, pushing them back into the far corners of his mind.

"Master"

I do love having Break and Oz interact and I don't recall ever having Vincent and Oz alone together so that was very fun! also, the Whorehouse idea was something right off the bat just for the sheer hell of it. Next chapter is a flashback and I'll be changing the rating to M now so be alert for other chapters being released in the future. Will attempt at releasing weekly stories as it Christmas holidays now so hopefully I can provide xD If anyone has any suggestions for how they want this story to go. Please PM me and I'll see what I can do. I do have something planned but i don't mind adding anything extra. Thanks for Reading!