(authors note: 1000000 sorries for procrastinating! . dfghjgfdsdfgfuckassdfgvhgfd well heres chapter two: Tell me im nothing to you..)

" even when elliot died, oz did not shed a tear...he hasn't cried once since the day we met...i cant cry yet..."-gilbert

Within the dark halls and corridors that seemed to go on forever, was a blonde-lifeless doll. No more than 15 years old that was sitting in the hall, Curled into a ball and deep into his thoughts. The only light that was within there was the lightning, banging from the sky, as if the sky was sobbing over a lost friend.

grieving for its lost love.

'alice...'

the tears streamed down his cheeks still, making him feel even colder as the blonde got back up on his feet, turning the other way from which him and the baskerville had came.

'where is alice...?'

the one thought that maybe thats how leo thought of elliot. the young noble. he was so young...so angelic...

And the rain that he could hear battering against the window was even harder than just a couple of minutes ago.

Maybe ten minutes?

'...i rejected alice...'

Oz couldn't keep his thoughts in order nor the time. They were scattered and at random like a butterfly spreading its glorious wings and trying to fly away. but the butterfly in the young ones mind wasn't glorious at all. its wings were wilted and unable to move, unless it would turn into ashes. the tears streamed like cold ashes.

'it would be best for gil if they just took my head...' he thought.

' no...it would be best for everyone...there will be no more pain, no more blood shed... no more hurting...'

even if the raven haired man saved his life, oz couldnt help but try not to burden the man with the weight of his life. not to weigh anyone with his pathetic life of nothing but sadness and for once he tried to think positive, the darkness of jacks words covered him like a blanket, the light faded from the blondes once bright and beautiful emerald eyes.

distant voices could be heard down the hall and he knew then, he was over. his fate, and his judgement would be passed upon him, sweeping him away from this cruel...yet beautiful world...

THUD!

the tall one fell, feeling the cold hard ground slam against him self and felt his legs trembling in weakness, but he had to keep running. his cries in pain couldnt compare the clawing feeling got stronger and more powerful by the minutes flew by. each moment that smiling face appeared, each moment he felt the blonde lean onto him like they used to, his lips called out his name. more and more shakily. more and more close to breaking down in frustration. oz was so stubborn, why would he ever answer to him?

KERP RUNNING! YOULL DIE!

"oz...!" he could barely make out, but it just loud enough to echo down the hall. nothing.

silence.

oz...run with me...

thinking for the worst, the fallen one reached to the nearest wall, leaning his weak side on it to give himself a break. could he have been dead already..? what if the askervilles got to him already...?

fear clouded up te courage he had. he tried knocking out of it, to be brave like the master he once had.

the raven haired man closed his eyes in despair. he mustve surely caught on fire... gilbert could hear faint cries in his head. oz screaming the mans name. wanting him to e near, or just needing him in general would be enough for him.

reason clouded his eyes, and dripped down his cheek like snow. it was cold as he shivered slightly, the rain had picked up and the wind was blowing inside the dark mansion.

he couldnt give up. they could run, get away. gilbert had been dreaming of the day where theyd leave everything behind for years, originally it was the blondes idea. as they would talk under a big willow tree.
"gilbert!" the faint cries of his voice filled his head until he was thrown into reality. again the lonely silence filled the air and the man staggered, refusing to stop because of his fears.

suddenly he came across a memory, one he thought of most often.

the summer days at the vessalius mansion and when oz was under the sunlight, little freckles would appear across his face. magical constollations across his were only visile under sudnlight, under shade when theyd sit at the nearest tree, the freckles would magically vanish, like stars in the night sky.

and each time they would be visible, gilbert would touch his face ever so often, just to touch those specks of light. he would take up the chance and be brave enough to stroke his cheek without a strange confused face coming from his master.

Sometimes the baskerville wished he could touch him again like he used to, and oz would allow him without hesitation.

Without alice to interrupt and get in his way.

Once again gilbert tried to get a response, calling out the others name. sadly, nothing came back except the tapping of his own shoes that slid across the floor when he limped.

just thinking about the girl made his rage arise. his hand turned into a fist against the wall,

'alice..to me..is more important to me then the sun...'

and suddenly the staggering turned into limping. and the limping turned into walking, hearing the booming voice of baskervilles getting closer. the tapping of his shoes getting faster, he was soon running; the one ignoring the pain in his right side. he wasnt about to let his emotions again to get the best of himself like in the past.

the baskerville wanted a new beginninng, and he wanted to start it out right. he wanted to spend it with the one most precious to him; this time it would have a happy ending.

feeling a large pressure against his leg, once again the man fell to hit his head making a loud Thunk!

the blow to his head when he tripped made the word spin, his head throbbing aggresivly.

"gilbert..!" a voice called out. a movement toward the man could be heard as he leaned over the raven haired man. he wasnt sure if it was leo or somebody else, his vision was getting it was a chain, his body tensed, grabbing a hold of his gun. his hands were shaky and his panting was hard. but gilbert was just about to attack looking at the figure from the corner of his eyes.

"are you alright...?gil..." the figure mumbled and the golden eyed man felt tiny droplets on his face that dripped down to his neck. the figure became more and more clear but still. he was paranoid. his body managed to inch back, panting. the cold metal revolver against the others forehead.

"d...dont come any closer...! i...ill kill you...!" he managed to finally say, closing his eyes from the spinning world that was in front of him, as well at the blonde headed boy who was trembling, on his knees, begging in his mind.

begging oh so desperatly, if gilbert didnt even want him near him, oz would rather end his life right now.

if he did not belong

things will be better if he just pulls that trigger...

"gil..." the trembling hand reached out and gently laid it on top of gilberts.