Finally got the chance to update! :D This couple…hngg! Amazing 3 and without further ado…let the Gil ruining commence. :D
And um… Gilbert and Break in a shower together…: l there won't be lemon yet though. So no worries. :D
I don't own these characters... wich is sad. Or Colt guns…even sadder.
Why did I even say that? Gilbert raged at himself once he arrived securely in his room. Stupid, stupid! Could this day get ANY worse? First he is attacked by Break (which, admittedly, would have been nice under any other circumstances), and then he just word vomits everywhere and admits to something he has successfully kept a secret since he was taken in by Oz's family, (which, also, would probably have been nice under any other circumstances.)
He grabbed a towel and headed down to the showers at the end of the all-boys dorm hall. Maybe a shower would help him erase all of his negativity and prepare him for the upcoming meeting with his tormentor/roommate. Though, of course, to be prepared for that, he would need his Colt Revolver, which he was allowed to carry in high school for purposes of protecting Oz.
There were definitely perks to being the servant/bodyguard/best friend of the nephew of the headmaster, Oscar Vessalius.
Break looked into the room he shared with Gil, surprised to find it was empty. He assumed Gil would be in here crying his poor little heart out. Well, he thought, Gil must not be as much of a baby as he thought him to be.
Break had a horrible idea just then. Well, horrible for Gil. Not necessarily for Break. It would be fun for him. He giggled with unconstrained mirth. He headed into the showers with a towel, suspecting that would be where Gil had gone, since he could hardly go to Oz's room.
The steam helped clear Gil's mind some, letting him stop thinking of what a crap day he had had. He closed his eyes, just breathing in the steam. Squeezing some shampoo in his hands, he ran it through his hair. Man, he loved his hair. Seaweed head or no, it was staying just how it was.
He was just getting ready to rinse the soap from his hair when he heard the shower door open. "What the hell?" he asked. "Who's in here? Get the hell out!"
"Ne, just taking a shower little seaweed head." He heard a voice that happened to be right next to his face say. He tried to open his eyes, but was blinded by the shampoo running down his face, aided by the water slowly rinsing it out.
"What the fuck? Break get out of the shower! It's just…just wrong!" Gil said, blushing furiously. This was not happening, he tried to convince himself, but he felt Break's body sliding behind him, something hard brushing his back. This is not happening. This is not happening.
I can't believe this is happening, Break thought, just a little bewildered at his body's reaction to seeing Gil naked. He shrugged the feeling off, enjoying this moment fully. He wasn't planning on doing anything really horrible yet. Just throw him off a tiny bit more. Although, it occurred to him, if he didn't get out of this shower, his plan would be screwed.
Literally.
He settled with rinsing Gil's hair out for him. As soon as the albino finished, and Gil's hair wasn't sabotaging his efforts of escape, Gil wrenched the shower door open and flew into his room, no doubt as red as a tomato. Break giggled as he finished his own shower. Poor kid would probably need a shrink when Break was done with him. The thought just made Break more excited. Yes, he was sick and twisted, but hey, being sane and normal was probably not much fun.
He wouldn't know, as he'd never tried it. Getting out of the shower, he whistled as he dried himself, dressed, and headed to spend the night in Emily's room.
Okay I realize this was a ridiculously short chapter. (It had to be, for organization reasons.)
But I'm gonna update again super, super soon. (like later today)
Merry Christmas! :D
