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Those of False Innocence Chapter 3

Oz laid tiredly onto his bed, admiring his new room. It looked very much like the one had been inhabiting previously, but there was a much smaller window in place of the larger one, and this window was to high up to provide him any sort of view. He ran his hand through his hair, frowning at the sweat lacing his fingers.

His shoulder still pained him, and the ache was spreading through his body. Even the tips of his fingers and toes were starting to hurt. There wasn't really anything for him to do, and it was starting to bother him. There were no books in his room, for some reason. And there were significantly less dolls in there than the other room.

Looking closer, Oz was curious to see, that a large amount of the dolls that were in his room, were broken or worn with time.

It was if this room was for things the girls had thrown away. Oz wondered if the girls were already throwing him away, but it didn't really matter, he supposed.

What was betrayal after betrayal used for. What was the good in despairing over it. He smiled brightly to himself, ignoring the ache in his chest, that had nothing to do with his shoulder. He sat up, and quickly snatched the two dolls out of the air before they could touch the floor.

He hadn't realized he had put them on his chest. Holding one doll in each hand, he laid back down, and held them above his head. Looking at the two dolls, together, made him slightly sad.

'Gil.' Gilbert had been his friend. The only real friend he'd had in a long time. His eyes watered, 'I hope he's alright.' Oz was losing the anger he had in his friend for his betrayal, and was instead worried over the fact that, he, Oz, had probably killed his best friend.

Squeezing the dolls tighter, he clenched his teeth. "Gil…Gil…" His body trembled slightly as he remembered his friend. His family. "W-what am I doing here? What am I supposed to do now?"

He closed his eyes, hoping with all of his heart to get an answer. From someone. Anyone. It didn't matter. He would do anything to hear someone else's voice.

But that didn't make it any less of a shock when he did.

"Stop."

Oz's body lurched with his surprise, and he immediately slammed his eyes shut again, hissing in pain. "Ah!" Oz growled in his thoughts, 'Note to self. Never move again.'

Having dropped the dolls, Oz blindly searched for them again, and let out a breath of relief when his fingers graced over the smooth fabric. The voice spoke again.

"Stop crying."

Ignoring his curiosity, Oz frowned, "I am not crying…" He trailed off however, when he felt the small beads of water run down his cheeks. He took a shaky breath. "I'm not…"

He heard a sigh, and the voice went away. Not hearing any footsteps, Oz curious, opened his eyes. Seeing no one, he frowned in confusion. "But I thought…" He looked at the dolls in his hands, and he smiled slightly.

Red yarn hair was strewn about lazily, and two small arms were wrapped around his thumb, in a comforting gesture. His mind said that it was a coincidence. That the doll fell like that. But his heart made his eyes water again. His heart longed for someone to talk to. To really talk to.

He remembered his previous question. "Talk with? Not to?" and he smiled. Looking at the other doll, it hadn't moved, but Oz didn't mind.

Sitting up carefully, Oz ignored his exhaustion, and began to talk to his dolls.

He told them about Gil and Ada. About how he and Gil had found a grave and a locket. He talked about how beautiful the music was, and how familiar as well. He said how terrified he was when a girl, who if he thought about it, was Alice, threatened to kill him.

He told them about his family, and how much he worried about Gil, and his sister and uncle. And even though it was hard, he told them about his Father.

Oz's small audience stared up at him, and he could see something in the little doll's button eyes.

In the red eyed one, where there previously was nothing, he saw a glimpse of anger, and worry. In the yellow and green eyes, he saw sadness, and rage. He smiled at the care that seemed to radiate from the dolls, though the second he did so, their eyes became blank again.

Oz let his smile fade, but thought quietly, 'Alive or not, this is…nice.' Then he said aloud, "Twin princesses, a lost prince, and broken soldiers. Anything is possible here. Why not living dolls?"

Something flashed through his mind. A memory. Black and white halls. Twin girls. A smiling liar. And a desperate brother. But it went as quick as it had arrived, and it left him blinking in confusion. Sighing, he decided not to think about it, and laid back down on his silky bed. He realized how light his chest felt, as if a weight had been removed from him, and yawned, grateful.

Holding his friends to his chest, he felt his exhaustion returning, and closing his eyes, he submerged himself in darkness.

Dreaming.

The first thing he noticed, was two specks of light, bobbing in and out of his vision. Not feeling his body, he realized he was still sleeping, and watched in quiet fascination as the two orbs talked quickly with each other.

"Why did you talk?"

"I had to comfort-"

"It was not your place!"

"It should be my place. And yours as well."

"Don't tell me you feel worried for the boy!"

"Look at me, and tell me you do not."

The voices did not continue, and Oz didn't know what to feel. He didn't know what to say, or if there was anything he should do. But, sighing, he thought, when did he ever know?

AU- Oh jeeze I'm sorry it's taken so long to update this D: Didn't mean to make you all wait so long! Thank you for your reviews! Don't flame please, I'm aware the characters are sorta OOC but I'm working to make them less OOC. Review please! I hope you all look forward to my next chapter! 3