Err.. This is a retype of the first version of chapter 11. I didn't like how the first one was going...

I was re-reading the first couple of chapters... they made my eyes bleed.

I hope that means I'm improving...

And IF that's the case, I hope this chapter makes my eyes bleed sometime in the future.

Also, sorry for the molasses slow updates recently. I've had loads of other stories on my mind, but I promised myself that I would

Since its been 10 chapters... I'll re-remind you that I don't own Pandora Hearts. I just own this fanfic.

Chapter 11

"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.

'What?'

Thats what Oz wanted to say, but all that came out was a strange noise. His words were muffled by gilberts mouth. He stood there frozen in disbelief. Gilbert was kissing him...

Gilbert was kissing him?

This would be only the second actual kiss in his life. And his first one with a man. He had a non-consensual kiss with Alice before. But this kiss was different. In a good or bad way, he couldn't tell.

He also couldn't tell how long he had stood there while Gilbert kissed him. He tried to push him away but Gilbert wouldn't let go.

'Stop!' he tried to mumble through the kiss, but Gilbert wouldn't stop. Oz clenched his fist and threw a punch at Gilbert's chest. It was just enough to make him let go. Gilbert stumbled and then fell down, asleep.

Oz just stood there for a moment. He couldn't believe what just happened. He felt... strange. Almost in a sickening way. He didn't know wether it was the kiss or the alcohol. But he felt terrible. Oz ran to his room.

Gilbert woke up the next morning on the porch of the window with a sore head and back. This would have to be his worse hangover yet. He was still dizzy from the alcohol, but he managed to stumble into the parlor where the other hung over residents sat.

The room was a mess of bottles and bloody paper fans. Whatever happened last night must have been a mess.

Gilbert sat in one of the plush chairs, more tired than anyone should be at 10 in the morning. Lady Sharon was resting on the long couch with a book covering her face, mumbling something every now and then. Alice sat in her chair at the corner, cursing at any servant that came into the room 'too noisily' or tried to turn the lights on. Break sat by the coffee table, unfazed by the absurd amount of alcohol he consumed the night before, snacking on a dessert a servant had brought in. Everyone was in the room... Except Oz.

Gilbert's headache was starting to fade, and the memories of the previous night started to come back to him. From what he could remember, the night went by without any huge incidents.

From what he could remember at least.

There was a whole lot of gray area. Some parts were hazy and other parts he couldn't remember at all. He hoped that their being missing meant they weren't important. Since his headache was nearly gone, he got up to go check on Oz.

Oz layed in his bead. He felt sick to his stomach still. He didn't have a hangover, even though he drank so much, but his head still hurt with foreign thoughts worming their way into his mind. The kiss had sent his mind into a frenzy of mixed emotions. He loved Gil... but as a friend. He always thought the feeling was mutual... but now... the kiss...

Oz shook his head in frustration. A kiss didn't necessarily mean that Gil loved him. After all, Alice kissed him, yet she treats him as a manservant...

Maybe it was an accident... But it couldn't have been. Not with the things that Gil said...

Oz could feel himself blushing and hid his embarrassment under his blankets. Gil had called him cute. Oz's feelings were so awkward. He didn't know if he could face Gil again without the weird thoughts coming back.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Oz?" Gil's voice called. "Are you alright?"

Not now! Oz thought. What had he come for? He didn't want to face Gilbert yet.

"Im fine... Just tired." Oz called back. Hoping that he didn't sound to stressed.

"Okay. The servants are going to bring breakfast soon so-"

Oz cut him off. He was really hungry, but he knew that at breakfast last night would come up as a topic.

"No thanks. I'm not hungry." he said quickly. Damn... That sounded suspicious.

"Sure..." Gil replied. Sounding completely unsatisfied with that answer. Oz could hear him leave. Oz let out his breath. He needed to get over all of this. He would have to face Gil eventually.

Gilbert got up and headed to Oz's room. When he got to the room, he could hear Oz tossing and turning on his bed. He knocked on the door.

"Oz, are you alright?" Gilbert could hear him stop.

"I'm fine... just tired." He said with a bitter tone. What's with him? Gil didn't believe him for a second. He heard Oz stomach grumbling.

"Okay. The servants are going to bring breakfast soon so-"

"Nothanksimnothungry." Oz said it so quickly that it sounded like one word. Oz was obviously lying to him. But why?

Whatever it was, Oz didn't want to talk about it now.

Gilbert decided to accept that for the time being at least.

"Sure..." he said. And walked away.

. I cant get this other story Idea of my mind.

But If I start something new, I'll never finish this...

Schools coming up...