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Slipping his feet out of the warm boots, Gil sighed. Just getting home at 6am had not amused Vincent. The screeching was still present in his ears.
"Where have you been?!" Vincent had screamed, like an old lost lover.
Gilbert Nightray of course, let his secrets be known to no one. No one would know he had been watching a delightful creature that seemed to go by the name, Oz. Watching him sleep for the past few hours, Gil had done nothing but sigh. That B-Rabbit? Was that her name? He couldn't quite remember, she was gone. There was no room for her in this Raven's mind. None at all. Gilbert could still remember the perfect curved smile, almost traced onto the young boys face, something that would not, of course, vanish from his memory.
Smiling away to himself in a little dream, he found Vincent, his brother. Perched on the end of the sofa."My dear brother, dearest. Dearest Gil. Please do not smile like that, It makes you look even scarier," Gil shot him a dirty look. Continuing on, Vincent still questioned."Honestly. Gilbert, I don't understand where you could have gone? After all, you know most clubs banned you, where on earth were you? Hm Brother? Where were you? You left me here, for hours upon hours. I was lonely," He whispered into Gil's ear.
Of course, The Raven had no time for this nonsense.
"I was out," Gil replied vaguely as he took off his coat and hung it on Vincent. There was so much to think about, he thought, as he paced to his room. That boy Oz for example. Who was he? Apart from being… Oz obviously. What sort of person was he?
Gilbert gasped as a scandalous idea struck … maybe he could go say "hi" to Oz in the street!
No, that was a stupid idea. Awful. Imagine going up to your special person and well, introducing yourself, as if it was common sense. Everyone knew that you got together with the right person in highly unlikely ways, especially by saying nothing to them and waiting for them to make the first move.
Gilbert sighed as he began to undress and posed sullenly for the mirror, practising his trademark "anguished" look. Damn, he was so exhausted.
He ran a hand through his hair (also a trademark Raven move) and flicked back his bedcovers.
"Why hello there," purred Break.
Gilbert blanched.
Vincent appeared eagerly, peeking around the doorjamb,"Brother, did you call m-HIM!?" He gasped, staring at Gil (mostly naked, in boxers) and then at Break (in middle of bed, lollipop in mouth, smug) before bursting into tears and running off.
Gil rolled his eyes "Oh get over it Vincent," He yelled after him, then looking down to his bed again. Break was gone.
"I'm behind you, if you must know," Gil heard that nuisance say. Upon spinning on his heels, Break was indeed, behind Gilbert sitting on top of a small wooden table. Narrowing his eyes, Raven crossed his arms. "What do you want Break? Isn't it enough you freaked me out the other day, stupid creep,"
"Oh I'm the creep now am I? I'm not the one following pretty girls home, Gilbert," Break retorted, a smirk edging it's way further and further across his face. Gil looked shocked, and this made Break prod at the matter further. He wanted to watch him squirm. "H-how do, you-u know about that?" He asked surprised. Gil was losing his cool! The Raven: Stalker in the Dark; He Who Goes Bump in the Night; Tall, Dark and Handsome was actually going to crack!
Break grinned at him, breaking the lollipop with a crunch in the process. "Now now, what do we have here? Gil? Gilbert Nightray? The Raven? Losing his cool. Just because Break knows a little about him. Tut tut," A shade of pink found its way onto Gilberts pale, cold cheeks that were normally as hard as stone.
"No, Of course not! What do you want?" Gil snapped at Break, who was now staring at him with an odd expression. Gilbert attempted to cover himself with his hands, which ended in an epic fail. Which amused Break even more. This was just too much fun.
"Well you see Gilbert, I have a proposition for you, You may like it. You may not. Just hear me out,"Gil sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed, still giving Break a cold hearted look. "What?"
Rolling his eyes, Break began eating another lollipop. "Well you see, I have noticed you seem to like 'following' some people, especially that B-Rabbit,""It's a hobby," Gilbert replied stiffly, eyeing his bed and wondering exasperatedly when he would finally get some rest.
Break's eye flickered from where Gilbert's gaze rested then back to the Raven's face, perpetual smile still stretching his lips,"Seems to have become a bit of an obsession lately," he murmured quietly.
The older man stretched out his legs and let them swing back and forth,"So, after much careful deliberation, I and Emily have decided to help you out. If only because you're so pathetic when it comes to romance," he stared blankly at his feet swinging back and forth.
"Emily?" Gil echoed.
"And also because I've been kicked out of the poker club and so there is nothing much to do on Sunday anyway," Break continued as if he had not heard Gil.
"You're going to help me… g-get a date?"
"Not just me," Break fished a sweetie out of his pocket.
"Then who exactly?"
"Who indeed?" Break untwisted the wrapper deftly with a crackle of cellophane and the small round sweet fell into the palm of his hand. Tossing it into the air, he caught it in his mouth and turned to face Gilbert,"What do you say?"
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His eyes opened with a start, the cold sweat dripping off his forehead. That dream again. Why couldn't he save her?
Rubbing his face, Oz looked around the room, then his gaze met the large, red numbers on the alarm clock.
7:37am.
Groaning slightly, he swung his legs out of bed and stood up, only to grab the side table in an effort to keep upright. Oz…always felt drained after these, nightmares, one could call them. Throwing his hands through his hair, he decided to at least get some bacon and coffee before Alice ate it all. A typical thing for her to do.
Noticing a light was on down the hall, he froze. Was someone in the house? Widening his eyes to adjust to the light, he grabbed a nearby umbrella, a large pink one with daisies over it. How masculine. Tiptoeing his way down and into the door of the room, brolly raised high above his head, he gasped.
Alice. It was Alice who was still sitting at the table, cold hands wrapped around a coffee cup, which was steaming. Her eyes barely moved to notice him. "Your up early," She said, starting to stir her coffee, the spoon going round and round in the cup. Clink, clank. Oz frowned and put down the umbrella, before making his way over to take a seat.
"Alice? Have you even been to bed?" He asked curiously, noticing dark circles under her eyes.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Oz," She replied weakly, "None of your business anyway," Alice was still stirring the coffee. Which was beginning to become annoying.
"I know, but you hardly sleep, it's not good for you, Is anything wrong?" Oz asked, once again now even more curious.
This made Alice snap. The spoon in her hand bent, and her coffee cup managed to be smashed across the room on a wall. The shards scraping down the paint.
"WHAT OZ? REALLY. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. YOU SHOULD WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF MORE YOU STUPID BRAT. EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF RIGHT? YEAH, JUST DON'T EVEN TRY TO UNDERSTAND," She roared, before dashing out of the room, leaving Oz sitting dumbfounded.
What just happened?
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"Why are we in a shed?" Gil wondered aloud, while at the same time trying to sound polite.
"Not a shed, Gilbert, a playhouse," Break corrected primly.
Both men were seated on tiny children's chairs in a small shed. Break was seated on his chair looking for all the world as comfortable as if he had been seated on an normal sized chair. Gil was perched on his own, knees up almost at shoulder-level in an undignified manner and holding a cup and saucer that were dwarfed by his adult hands. The walls were painted garish colours and had a motif of small yellow ducklings.
"Oh yes, a playhouse," quipped Gil. "I should have seen it straight away."
"Of course you should have. But we must all make allowances for the mentally deficient," Emily chirped.
"You… what---!?"
"Now now Emily, don't say things that are true!"
"WHY YOU---!"
"And now…" Break looked straight at the door, "Our other members should be arriving."
Gil stopped in his outrage to door swung open.
"Hello brother," purred Vincent, sweeping into the room, before finding there wasn't enough space and instead stooped down elegantly.
"V-Vincent? What are you doing here!?" This was what Gilbert planned to say, but once the next guest entered all he got out was "V-Vincent? WhaaaaaAGGGHHHH IT'S A CAT!!"
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"Well now," Break let out a breath ,"Now that we've all calmed down" - and here he shot Gilbert a look - "Why don't we cut to business?"
"Yes, let's," Vincent chimed in, his beaming face out of place amongst the rather sad looking playhouse now riddled with bullet holes.
"We have gathered here today to help our dear friend, Gilbert Nightray, in his hour of need. Being rather useless and stalker-ish-"
"Don't forget bad-tempered and weak-willed!"
"Shush now Emily!" Break giggled in delight, "Being all these things and more, we have decided to gather here and help you, Gilbert Nightray, get a date with Oz Vessalius."
THARAH: OI CAT, FINISH YER BIT.
Cat: oh yeth...I forgot...I: only took me 8 months to finish it -headdesk-
No srsly. The reason this fanfiction was delayed for eight months was because I got stuck on my bit of the fanfiction then forgot about it. And it was like, the very last piece of the chapter. LOL.
You are allowed to throw heavy objects at me. :I