Hello people! Here is yet another story that is a fill for the kink meme... (I should just be banned from going there, with how often I get ideas... and, in this case, promise to bump it up above my stories... ^.^') I've actually had this finished for a little bit now. (Well, I've added a little to it since I 'finished' it) A week or so, I think. I just got distracted by a new series... (And for the one or two of you wondering what, I discovered Hetalia Axis Powers. I finished the whole series in three days total, just to say how much I was watching it... And then started watching it over and over again. I am obsessed with it- I think about it all the time...) So, I finally put it up! After planning on it for a couple of days!

And I even challenged myself! This will be the first time I've ever put Vincent in one of my stories! Not even kidding. So hopefully I did good...

Prompt: So I had a NIGHTMARE about this last night... and apparently I'm a masochist because I want it in writing.

Oz loses his eyes. Both of them. Violently.
How it happens is up to anon (Vincent did it in my dream QAQ), I just want to see his distress when we wakes up and realises he's completely blind. Comfort from Gil and/or Alice is optional.

Note: I edited this, with permission of the OP. You'll see how, if you read on...

Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts, its characters or anything else. I will not make any money off of this, what-so-ever.

Word Count: 1,678 words

Blind

Oz

This room was definitely not his, Oz thought upon opening his eyes. Actually, no matter how much he looked he didn't recognize this room. It looked dark, there was a couch, a table with some shapes on it- one was really small, low to the table- and there was no bed. He also knew that he wasn't there out of any good will, due to the fact that he felt a cloth in his mouth, preventing him from talking.

Trying to look around, Oz found that he was next to a pole, sitting up, making him wonder how he hadn't woken up earlier. As he thought about it, he felt a little… dreary, as though he'd been drugged… And probably had.

When he tried to move his hands from out behind his back, he noted that his hands were tied together, and no matter which way he turned his hands, he couldn't undo the knot. Sighing, he realized that he would have to wait until the person came back to figure out where he was, or what was going on. Until then, he just had to guess.

But, something that he was just now noticing as the sleep- and drug, though he wasn't quite sure, but was correct- wore off, was that there was a window. The blinds were mostly covering it, but a small amount of light was coming in, making Oz guess that it was early morning. This was good; everyone would soon notice that he was missing and look for him.

And because of the way Gil was, he knew Oz's sleep habits and that the teen liked to sleep in as late as possible. Which was suddenly a good habit, since when he wasn't in his bed, and no one saw him up and around, they would guess he was in trouble. Or, Gil would. Then again, Gil was probably getting up just now, and would be checking on him. (While he did like to sleep in as late as possible, that did not mean he never woke up earlier and just laid in bed.)

Shaking Oz from his thoughts, the door opened, letting light come in. Because of how unadjusted Oz's eyes were to the light, he was momentarily blinded, but after he was exposed to the light- the person had brought a couple of bright lights into the room, and made sure to keep the door closed- for a few minutes, he looked at who had come in.

Vincent Nightray. How did Oz not know? After all, the man seemed to hate him for some crazy reason, so he would do something like this. "It looks like you're awake." Vincent said, a smirk coming onto his face. "I'm going to take the cloth out of your mouth, just as long as you nod to show you aren't going to make any noise. It won't matter, no one will hear you." He said, Oz nodding. Since he had a feeling that Vincent wasn't lying, there would be no point in screaming. Vincent took off the cloth, making Oz sigh out of relief. That hadn't been comfortable, not at all, so while he would prefer to be out of there, this was good for what he could have. Plus, the cloth wasn't the most comfortable to have there.

"What do you want, Vincent-san?" Oz asked, knowing that he should have at least a little politeness, due to the fact that he had a feeling that Vincent would get mad if he didn't, and in this situation, that was not what he wanted to do.

"Well, I wanted to know what my brother… saw in you." He said, putting emphasis on the word 'saw' and confusing Oz. Oz didn't do or say anything, just lightly glared. He noted that Vincent had walked over to the table and grabbed something off of it, but couldn't see what.

But he had a feeling when Vincent started walking back with the item behind his back, a vicious smirk on his face. Oz figured out what he meant soon enough.

When Vincent was close enough for the older man to tough him, he swung his arm out from behind his back, revealing that he had grabbed a pair of scissors off of the table. Before Oz could react, the scissors went into Oz's left eye, stabbing it a couple of times before Oz could do so much as widen his eyes.

But when the pain came, almost delayed, it was monumental, almost as much as the amount of blood coming out of his eyes. The next time when Vincent raised his arm, Oz figured out what was going on, and managed to kick the dual-eyed man back, also knocking the wind out of the man from the sounds of it.

"Why you…" Vincent growled, but Oz just tried to break out of the rope. He needed to cover his eye, needed to try to stop the blood. But, in the end, he just wanted to cover his eye, the pain great. He barely noted that Vincent growled, but what he did notice was that the man came back.

Instead of trying to stab his eye again, like how Oz thought he would, he stabbed the teen's left shoulder, the scissors going all the way through Oz's shoulder. Because of the shock and pain that Oz felt, he was too distracted to notice Vincent's hand raising again, thereby allowing the older man to stab his other eye.

Due to monumental pain, Oz fell over to his side, the blood running down his cheeks and now onto the floor. Vincent gave a triumphed laugh, but Oz didn't notice, too distracted by the pain. He couldn't even open his eyes; then again, he didn't really try to.

After a couple of seconds, Oz sat back up, bending his knees up to dig his forehead in them. He kept on rubbing his forehead against his knees, almost as if he was trying to cause himself more pain to distract himself from his eyes. Because, in this pit of pain, the only other thing he could feel was despair.

The despair had been there this whole time, but only now- when pain was raining down in sleets- did it make itself even more known. For once, he honestly wanted to die. Die, so all of these feelings would just stop.

Oz heard the door slam open, but didn't show any sign to acknowledge it, nor did he move his head when he heard another male start yelling at Vincent. But what caught his attention most was one of them- he thinks it's the person who came in last- come over and crouch down next to him on his right side, untying the ropes. Oz immediately took advantage of that, moving his arms around so they wrapped around himself, his hands on his head, almost pulling at his hair. As it was, his fingers dug into his skull, as if that would lessen the pain in his eyes and shoulder.

"Oz." He's too distracted- the pain was growing the longer he was awake. "Oz! Please, be okay." He recognizes this voice, but his mind doesn't want to tell him who it is, just that he can trust this person.

A second later, he feels arms go under his knees, an arm going around his back so that the person can pick him up. Luckily, his injured shoulder isn't pressing into the man's chest, saving himself from a little more pain. But his head sort of fell onto the person's chest, blood falling onto what was a white shirt, though Oz didn't know.

But this allows him to get the scent of the man, as weird as it might sound, and he recognized it.

"Gil?" He asked, hearing a gasp and confirming what he had been thinking.

"Oz! It's going to be okay- we're going to get you back home." Gil gushes, and just from that tone of voice Oz knows that Gil will look panicked.

"Thank you." The teen mutters, knowing that he would have died if Gil hadn't come.

"Oz, can you tell me what happened? Something to your eyes," After a moment, and after a gasp, Gil continues, "and to your shoulder. Are you able to explain?"

"Not yet." Oz said, not wanting to think about it; it would haunt him in his nightmares. That, and he was in too much pain to concentrate on anything, so he would be repeating himself over and over again.

"Okay. Only your eyes and shoulder are hurt, right?" Gil checked, wanting to make sure so that he could tell the doctor.

"Yeah; my shoulder wound goes all the way through, though." Oz said, lifting his hand up and gripping Gil's shirt as the pain became unbearable. He just wanted to drift off in the pain, so that he wouldn't have to feel it anymore.

"Oz! No, don't die! It'll be alright, don't worry." Gil cried, just as Oz heard another door open.

"Tired, for you I won't." Oz managed to get out, trying his hardest to not succumb to slumber. He felt how tense Gil was, and suddenly realized how bad it was, or how bad it would look. Yet another door opened, and suddenly Oz was greeted to fresh air.

"How is he?" He heard another male say. After a couple of seconds, he recognized it as Break.

"Hurt badly- we need to get him to a doctor as soon as we can." Gil said, panic in his voice. Oz felt ever so faintly that Gil started moving faster; he only really noticed because he was moved around a little more.

No matter how hard he tried, Oz felt the darkness taking over. He was fighting it as hard as he could, but he couldn't stop it. His hand fell from Gil's shirt, landing in his lap, which was the only clue that he had either passed out or was passing out.

But in Oz's falling subconscious, the last thing he heard was Gil.

"Oz!"

Okay! As you can see, if you look all the way up, this is still in progress. I am working on the second part, and have it about half way done. Heck, that won't even be the last part. :) The second I started thinking about this, I thought of a lot of ideas of things I can do with this. So, please review- it will make me write faster, therefore you'll get the next part up. (Plus, I'll know what you think, and maybe won't feel as guilty for writing this.)