Decisions, Decisions

Alice blinked at Oz's words, and made a face, folding her arms as she walked up to him, then rested her hands on his shoulders, pulling back lightly. "Let's go. You need to get me something to eat." She demanded, and Oz nodded slowly, standing and stretching his limbs. Alice did not like this Oz. He wasn't as...Responsive. Did this child, or whatever was going on, mean that much to him? The 'rabbit' didn't get it at all. As they walked down the hall, Alice made an annoyed noise, grabbing Oz's arm. "What is wrong with you?"

Oz stopped. Blinked. Then smiled.

And it pissed her off more.

"It's nothing." He said, grabbing her arm, seeming to perk up, and dragging her down the halls to the kitchen.

Once there, Oz pulled out the turkey that had been made for dinner, and warmed some of it up for the girl, sliding it in front of her at the table, before sliding into the chair across from her. She didn't care how much he smiled, and acted like himself, she saw something completely different in those emerald-green eyes.

A bit of time passed with random bickering, halfhearted attempts at defense before Alice decided she was going to head to bed. Oz only nodded and watched her a moment, before standing and sliding in his own chair, heading back to his room where he found Gil just waking up from his 'nap'. "Oh, you're awake. Are you hungry?" He asked, walking over to the bed. Gil shook his head lightly, but his stomach definitely betrayed him as a loud growling noise sounded through the room, causing him to blush. As if he wasn't in enough of a bad position. Oz chuckled and grabbed Gil's hand, tugging on it lightly. "Come on. I'll make you something, okay?" He offered, and Gil actually agreed quietly, following the blond willingly as he continued to wake up all the way.

Back in the kitchen, Oz pulled out a few things, and started to fix something for the boy that wasn't going to take long. About five minutes later, Oz slid a plate with a grilled cheese sandwich, and a bowl with tomato soup, in front of him. And he took it with a nod for a thanks, unaware of Oz sitting down across from him, just smiling weakly at the boy. "We really need to talk about this rationally." The blond pointed out, and Gil nearly choked on the soup, lifting his gaze.

"B-but..."

"This...It means a lot to me. But, you were right. We really need to think this through; the consequences and all. I know that, if we do go through with this, they could, and would more than likely, throw me out of the castle. That's not what bothers me, though." Oz paused and looked away, making Gil frown.

"Then, what bothers you?" He asked slowly.

"Keeping this a secret."

"You just said yourself...!"

"It's going to come out sooner or later!" Oz cut in, worry in his voice. "And, if we talk to someone that I trust, maybe we can plan this out carefully and have a solid plan when and if we get thrown out."

"What if it's just me...?" Gil asked, looking down to the soup. He was pretty sure that everyone in the castle would dub all of this Gil's fault, and want him removed for causing their precious Duke such a burden. Oz stood up and slammed his hands down on the table, making Gil jump and lift his gaze to meet Oz's.

"If they try to hurt you, I will make every one of them regret ever crossing me. I don't care what happens, as long as I get to be with you in the end." Gil nodded lightly at this, but there was still a little bit of doubt. Oz saw that. "Uncle Oscar won't do anything to hurt me. He knows how much I care about you, Gil. He's known for a very long time. Longer than I have. He'll help us out, and we'll kind of live happily ever after, sound good?"

"Y-yeah..." Gil agreed. He seemed to have relaxed, and accepted the idea a little more. It would work out, they were both becoming very sure of that for themselves.

They were just forgetting one little factor...

~Panda~

Sorry for the short chapter.

x.x

I just can't put that in yet, though!

GAH!

Oh well...

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