DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

Hello guys, I'm back with another chapter! This one is journeying back to the anxiety side of things but we are working on getting rid of said anxiety. Again, not a sadist.

This idea came to me as soon as I thought of 'what if Gil had a meeting.' It brings more of parental Gil into things XD and is going to mark the true beginning of the time in this fic where we begin to fix Oz's wounds. Because of that, though, I had to start finding a way to understand why he's so afraid of different things and then convey that to you guys.

There's going to be some good stuff next chapter, we are going to finally get a good, long look at Oz's past. Expect a very long chapter.

Enjoy!

.o.O.o.

Two days later Oz was essentially back to his old self. He was still having small problems with the dizziness but other than that was fine. Gil had begun bringing him to work again as well, allowing him to spend more time with Oz while he was working. This particular day, though, there was a meeting taking place for all the employees of Pandora. Each section went in for a meeting at a different time.

While Gil was in his meeting Reim agreed to watch over Oz. Gil gave him his tablet to play with while he was gone so he didn't have to socialize if he didn't want to. Oz sat at the table in Reim's office just like he did in Gil's, minding his own business. He was very quiet and out of the way, so much so that it would be easy to forget about his presence.

Reim liked his quiet demeanor, as it allowed him to work uninterrupted. However, because of this he quickly forgot that Oz didn't speak up when he needed something. He figured it wouldn't be a problem anyway, as the meeting was only supposed to last 1 to 2 hours, 3 tops.

Oz was content to play with Gil's tablet by himself, managing to get fairly far in geometry dash. He'd beaten 5 levels in under an hour before he switched to another game called deemo. It was a piano game where the keys floated into view and when clicked would create a beautiful song. Oz quickly became engrossed in the game, mesmerized by the beautiful songs. His favorite was Wings of Piano, one of the earliest levels.

The songs evoked a lot of emotions that were a combination of pleasant and uncomfortable. Some created a nostalgic effect, others happy, others yet again bringing on a light depressing feeling. He seemed to like the nostalgic and depressing songs more; he sympathized with them more. While they had no lyrics, their notes were like an eye opening poem.

He quickly realized the tunes each told a different story. Wings of Piano, for example, started out slow and nostalgic, eventually leading to a repeat in the notes but in a happier way. Despite the more upbeat ending, the song remained sad, but was amazing nonetheless. It made him realize that there was beauty and value in sadder things. They made the perfect foundation for a happier thing, making it seem so much better after having experienced it's opposite.

Oz soon stopped playing the game, allowing the levels to play themselves and just listened to the music. The music was so lively, it was able to bring out all the emotions he preferred not to feel. Emotions tended to just make things harder in his experience, so he found it much easier to ignore them and not take them at face value. The music, however, made them seem to be easier to experience, easier to sort through and understand.

He smiled, feeling a new happiness. It wasn't that it was new, but he felt it much more strongly than usual, making it a little hard to control. To him, the strength of it was the equivalent of someone who was meeting their idol for the first time or doing something they've waited their whole life to do. It was a bit terrifying to say the least, but it was so much fun at the same time. Everything seemed more colorful with this new level of emotions.

There was also the negative side of them, which he quickly realized had just as much of a crushing force. After playing with the game for over an hour, he'd started to need to pee. It wasn't anything to worry about yet, but his mind began worrying instantly over it. This worry wasn't like the anxiety he usually felt, it was just as strong but held more meanings, more ground than just a feeling of dread. Now there were anxious thoughts as well, constantly thinking of every possible thing that could go wrong.

Oz sighed internally, looking at the time. Gil still had an hour left for his meeting, and he didn't think he could hold it that long. Logically, he thought he should tell Reim so he could bring him to the bathroom and then it would be over. Simple and easy once he put the plan into motion.

But his emotions told him something very different. It wasn't going to be that easy, he'd probably tell him to wait because Gil would be back soon. How was he going to tell Reim? Being straight and to the point would be a little rude and obnoxious. He really didn't want to have a conversation either, as that could easily backfire and force him into a conversation with no break to bring up his issue.

Giving in to the possible negative outcomes, Oz remained quiet and decided to wait it out as long as he could before he brought it up. It seemed like a better option than possibly being denied, which could easily hurt much more than needing to pee.

As his desperation slowly mounted, he pressed his thighs together and concentrated on the tablet, trying to forget about the looming pressure in his bladder. It was getting severely uncomfortable, but he'd been through worse and could easily sit through it. He was well aware that Reim was still watching him, checking every once in awhile that he was fine.

Despite knowing that the man was watching him and would definitely question him if he noticed anything implying he needed to pee, he crossed his legs tightly. It felt a lot better than his previous position. He quickly uncrossed them though and sat up, realizing Reim probably already knew that was one of his signs. His haste caused him to leak a little, making him begin to panic.

No. No no no no. This was not happening. There was no way he was going to pee his pants because he was too nervous to tell Reim he needed to go. He knew he should tell Reim. No, he needed to tell Reim. But he just couldn't; he couldn't get his voice to work when he tried to even call the man's name.

Why did this have to be so hard? He'd already been through this problem so many times, and yet he still couldn't solve it. It wasn't that hard to say 5 words to voice what he needed. This shouldn't even be a problem, but it was. He was so pathetic, he couldn't even tell someone when he needed to pee.

Oz rested his head in his hand on the table, hiding his cheeks from view as tears started to flow down them. He regulated his breathing to make sure it didn't sound like he was crying, not wanting Reim to know what was wrong. It hurt so much, but he refused to make it feel better and admit that he had to use the bathroom. He forced himself not to cross his legs or hold himself knowing Reim would recognize it right away.

For the second time he leaked, though he refused to do anything more than press his thighs together. He somehow managed to stop himself, feeling the pain in his stomach get worse as he forced his body to contain the liquid inside him. His legs were trembling and he was lightly panting from the effort. He leaked again, this time faster, and was unable to keep himself from burying a hand in his crotch.

Fuck. Reim knew what was wrong now. He wanted to pull his hand away, hoping that maybe Reim wasn't paying attention, but the added pressure felt so much better. When he thought it was okay he moved his hand above the table, only to grab himself again seconds later. He couldn't do this.

Oz opened his mouth, readying himself to speak. "Reim." He called, his voice breaking desperately despite the attempt to keep it level. Reim looked up from his work when he heard his name, immediately noticing the boy's distress. Without being told what was really wrong he stood and walked over to Oz to help him up.

Cheeks burning, Oz reluctantly accepted the help and wobbly got to his feet, barely able to stand. After a few seconds of gathering himself Oz followed Reim to the bathroom. He held himself when he thought Reim wasn't looking, finding it increasingly difficult to walk normally. He had to stop several times and cross his legs as well to keep himself from peeing. Each time Reim waited patiently for him, fully aware of his predicament.

He thought it was a little odd Oz had waited so long to tell him, but he also knew that it wasn't something he was comfortable with. This led him to assume that this was a daily occurrence for him when he was away from home. It made him feel bad for the blond, unable to imagine why it was such a problem.

They finally made it to the bathroom, which was thankfully empty. Reim leaned in the doorway, waiting for Oz to pick one of the stalls and use the bathroom. Oz froze, however, a few paces in front of him, legs crossed and both hands at his crotch. He whimpered in pain and bent down a little, unable to move.

Reim saw this and realized the boy was probably about to wet himself. He gently guided him in front of a urinal, figuring it didn't matter right now. When Oz didn't move to undo his pants Reim did it for him. Oz couldn't let go of himself because he knew once he did he was going to start peeing. He knew he could use the bathroom, but Reim was watching him.

It seemed so stupid, he was literally seconds away from pissing his pants and he was worried about an adult being in the same room while he used the bathroom. Logically, he knew it didn't matter and that he should just go. But he froze and couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd rather piss his pants than let Reim watch him use the bathroom.

Reim looked at Oz, wondering why he was just standing there. It was obvious the kid was bursting to pee, but he just held himself and had his eyes closed. The man's eyes traveled down to his hands, noticing suddenly that his fingers were dripping wet. His eyes widened when he realized Oz was starting to pee his pants.

He pushed himself of the wall and rushed to Oz's side. "Woah, Oz!" Reim exclaimed, quickly pulling the boy out of his pants for him and aiming at the urinal. Oz immediately snatched himself away from the man, angry, embarrassed tears streaming down his face. He hid himself with his hand and forearm, glancing up at Reim with a warning glare.

That was the first time Reim saw the boy actually angry, and for a reason he didn't understand. Maybe he overstepped his boundaries a bit, but it was much better than pissing himself and having to wait until Gil's shift was over to change. The anger in the boy's eyes quickly faded, being replaced by fear almost instantaneously.

He was worried Reim was upset with him because he'd reacted so strongly. His shorts were wet as well, so he was terrified Gil would be angry with him. How was he supposed to explain how he'd managed to pee his pants while in a bathroom?

Oz tried to not cry, at least not loudly. It was hard not to though, especially after Reim had touched him. Not even Gil had done that before, which was effectively freaking him out. The only time someone other than himself had ever touched his crotch was when his father raped him. Considering his current situation, his mind automatically assumed Reim was going to hurt him.

As much as he was afraid of what his reaction would be, Oz just wanted Gil.

.o.O.o.

Gil's meeting had just adjourned and he was heading to Reim's office when the man texted him. "Can you come to the bathroom on my floor?" The text read.

Without being told anything else, he could probably guess what happened. With a sigh he sent back, "What happened?" While he waited for a reply he walked towards the bathrooms, only able to imagine what he would meet when he got there.

"I guess I'll tell you when you get here…...I don't have a clue." Reim sent, causing Gil to worry. He just hoped Oz was okay.

When got to the bathrooms Oz was hugging him, shaking and crying hysterically. Completely confused, Gil looked to Reim for an explanation. Reim shrugged his shoulder, just as clueless as Gilbert, but attempted to explain what he saw.

Gil listened intently, running his fingers through Oz's hair to calm him down. What Reim was telling him seemed like what he'd expect until his friend got to the part where they were in the bathroom. The answer clicked in Gil's mind immediately.

"I think I know what happened." Gil said, giving Reim a look that said I'll explain later. He pulled away from Oz to see the damage done to his shorts, pulling gently at the bottom of the fabric to get a better look. Oz widened his stance a bit to let Gil see, amazing Reim at how compliant he was being. Just seconds ago he was shying away from Reim for just being there and the child was allowing his guardian to look at the place he'd been warned for touching.

Reim left for his own meeting, leaving the two alone. Oz stood still, waiting to see what Gil would do. Gil turned on one of the sinks and gathered some water in his hand, rubbing it into the fabric of Oz's shorts where they were already wet. He started lower and worked his way up, always putting his other hand in between the fabric and Oz so he wasn't touching him. His grip on Oz's shorts also kept him from backing up when he got nervous. It wasn't a mean or forceful gesture, but it clearly meant for the boy to stay put and let him work.

Once Oz stopped pulling away all together Gil explained that water got rid of the smell and mark of the pee. He hadn't completely soaked his shorts either, so it made the job easier. They didn't talk while Gil did his best to save Oz's shorts. Gil was focusing and Oz was still worried if Gil was upset; he wasn't worried he would hurt him anymore, but it still was possible to anger him and he didn't want to.

Gil switched from the water to using paper towels to dry Oz off somewhat. He made sure there wouldn't be a mark left on anything he sat on and left it alone. Gil sighed and hugged Oz, resting his chin on the boy's head. "What happened?" He asked. He already knew what had happened physically, but he didn't know what happened inside Oz's mind.

"I got scared." Oz answered, his voice a bit muffled from his guardian's shirt.

"Reim isn't going to hurt you." Gil said.

Oz shook his head, that wasn't fully it. "He touched me." Oz said, looking up at Gil.

Gil lifted one eyebrow. Oz frowned. "Where?" Gil asked, having some kind of clue but not getting it entirely. Oz was fairly touch sensitive so the were a lot of places he could be talking about. Oz motioned to his crotch, unable to physically say it. Gil sighed. That made more sense.

Gil brought Oz back to his office, pulling him into his lap before he got back to work. While he set everything up he said, "Oz, I notice that there are lots of things you're afraid of, or that you avoid for reasons I don't know about." He stopped what he was doing, looking Oz dead in the eyes. "Tonight, I want to know why. I know you have boundaries and I respect that, but I want to be able to understand you better. Do you understand?"

Oz glanced down for a second in thought, his gaze once again connecting with Gilbert's. For the first time, his eyes showed no fear or hesitation from looking him in the eyes. "Okay."

Done! I need to go to sleep, it's dawn here.

I hope you guys enjoyed, this was longer than I expected by who cares? More is better! I promise, the majority of the major torture is over. I can't wait for the next chapter, I'm bringing up things never mentioned before. We are going to see the very depths of Oz's scars.

Literally.

Not in flashbacks though. It'll be a very, very longgggg talk between them.

Until then!