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Chapter 10

Oz woke up from a near perfect sleep. He yawned and sat up, noticing the slight pain in his back. He also noticed a blonde sleeping by his bedside, holding his hand.

"I'm still dreaming, aren't I."

Upon his moving, the sleeping girl stirred. She looked tired herself. She had probably been watching him all night. He sat in his bed and watched her sleep, taking long rhythmic breaths and snoring quietly just like she used to.

Ada.

Oz knew it must be her. But it was probably a dream... probably.

In her sleep, Ada's hand searched on the mattress the hand that left hers. Her head shot up and hit Oz head, sending him back on the mattress.

"Big brother?" Ada called as she opened her eyes.

"Ouch..." Oz moaned as he sat up again in his bed. "That hurt." He rubbed his forehead. It had a bump on it.

"Ah! Oh! Brother, I'm sorry!" Ada blushed and covered her face to try and hide it, but her hand went up to her head when she noticed the bump on her own head.

Careful to avoid the bump Oz patted her softly on her head.

"Its okay. Its only a bump." His voice was still a bit hoarse. His head hurt.

"At least I know this isn't a dream..."

Ada sniffled.

"Eh? What's wrong?" Oz asked. Ada shook her head.

"N-nothing... It's just that..." she paused. "I wanted a good first impression on big brother, and I blew it!" she yelled.

"You can try again." Oz said and smiled.

"O-okay." She was still stuttering but she smiled and stood up.

"Hi big brother."

Gilbert, Break, and Sharon had all started breakfast when they heard the siblings coming down.

They still seemed to be catching up.

"So you still have the cat?" Oz asked.

"Yes! Dinah's gotten really tall and really fat." Ada used her arms to gesture the size of it.

"You had always fed her too much." Oz said and laughed.

"That's because she's always hungry."

Both the siblings laughed as they entered the room.

At least it doesn't seem like he's still sad. Gilbert thought, relieved.

They continued the conversation until the table. They both sat down together at one side.

"I see you two are getting along rather well." Break stated.

Ada gave another cheeful smile. "Mm! I was afraid at first brother wouldn't know me... Or that he would be different... But Big brother is still big brother."

Ada spoke so childishly... Gilbert said to himself. He wasn't the only one who noticed it.

"You still call him 'big brother' when you're the same size as him. Amuzing." Break said smiling. Purposely embarrassing the girl.

"I-I'm sorry! Oz, I must be taunting you!" Ada apologized. Oz just patted her on the head.

"Don't worry. It feels.. nostalgic."

We all ate the breakfast filled with happy conversation, even though more serious things were on Gil's mind. He looked at Oz worriedly.

His clock... at 8'o'clock? Why would it do that... Theres no way. But Break said that if the Abyss directly tampered with the chain then... i-its possible... All things aside, it gives us less time for a solution... I wonder if Oz knows about it yet with the bandages covering him... Gilbert was lost in thought, until he was snapped out of it by finding his concerned gaze met by Oz's.

"Something wrong?" Oz asked, cluelessly.

"No, nothing." Gilbert lied. There were a lot of things wrong.

Ada took her leave around the evening, smiling like a madwoman. Oz had walked her to her wagon while the others stayed in the parlor. She seemed so happy, and Oz was glad that he could make her sister happy.

Before she left, she gave them little "Gifts" uncle Oscar had sent. The gifts were large bottles of imported alchohols, a different kind for the each of them. Break had already cracked open his bottle of sherry, and Alice was chugging her case of beer, and Sharon was sipping her red wine gracefully. Gilbert was holding his un-drunk cup of white wine.

Oz came over after pouring himself a cup from his bottle of the same, though a stronger type, white wine. Oz decided to drink since he needed a bit more of cheering up after what he's been through.

The box Ada had left had the message "loosen up" written on it. Assisted by the fact that it was from Oscar, he already knew what it would be, and decided he wouldn't drink any of it. But when break opened it, they each had a different type of drink. If he didn't drink his, everyone would know, and he would be teased endlessly by both Break and Oscar. He was going to dump it out when he noticed that it was the most expensive out of all the drinks. He could dump it... but it was way too expensive to waste.

IT WAS A SETUP.

He would have to drink some of it...

One cup. Thats it.

And then Oz walked over. His 'one cup' hope was lost, as the boy would force him to drink at least five.

Gilbert knew it would be bad if he drank a lot. He lost control of his mind whenever he drank... And recently, he's had... 'thoughts' about Oz. He's always liked Oz as a friend... but now he was liking him more than a friend should... and if he acted on that feeling, things could be bad.

"Woah!" Oz exclaimed. "Uncle Oscar got you this kind? I've only seen him bring it to big parties and all that! You are going to drink that right?"

No way out. "Yeah."

Oz sat down on the couch next to him. "Bottoms up!" They both drank from their cups.

Gilbert was completely intoxicated. He could barely see straight. He would dip in and out of mental consciousness every now and then, and wake up in a different spot then he was before.

Ugh... This is bad.

This time when he woke up, he was sitting next to Oz, leaning on the banister of the window's porch. Oz was also there, talking in a slurred drunken cute way. Around them were there empty wine bottles accompanied by a couple of bottles of Alice's beer.

He obviously drank way too much.

Oz had stood up behind him and was looking at the sky. Gilbert staggered up as well. They both leaned on the banister looking at the sky. Oz was still talking but it seemed like a mumble. He turned to Gil and smiled every now and then, but Gilbert could barely understand a thing he said. But he noticed that his lips were moving too, though he didn't know what he was saying...He enjoyed the moment nonetheless.

He stared at Oz as he talked. Oz looked so... cute with the drunken blush plastered on his face. Add in the cutely toned drunken mumbles and a child's smile, it was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen.

Suddenly the smile disappeared to be replaced with a sad frown as Oz turned to Gil with a blushing, concerned face.

"Gil should go to bed. You seem a bit... tipsy." Oz laughed at that. Gilbert let his thoughts get ahead of him. Oz is really really cute... What is he saying? He's laughing... Is that good? Is this a dream? It wouldn't matter what I do in a dream, right? Mabye...

Gilbert couldn't handle the thoughts anymore so he let them run free.

"Y-your really really cute like this." Gilbert mumbled, interupting Oz and his suggestions on Gilbert going to sleep.

"Huh?" Oz asked. Surely he hadn't heard right. All of a sudden Gilbert grabbed Oz's shoulders and pulled him close. Oz turned red.

"Gilbert wha-," That was all Oz got out before Gilbert's Lips pressed against his own.

Cliffhanger?

I did say this was a Gil x Oz fiction.

More to come!