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Chapter 2: Meeting.

-Oz has just been admitted into The Pandora Hearts Hospital's "Out Reach Program", and recently, he had just been giving a tour of the hospital's Therapy Ward, but what exactly is in store for him now that he's a patient?-

Oz stood just outside the cafeteria's double doors and stared at them in apprehension, he didn't know what was in store for him on the other side, and what if there were patients still in there? What would they say? Or do for that matter? What was there for him to say? He didn't know anyone here, except maybe for Sharon, now, but she was gone and doing her job somewhere inside the hospital after she was called from the hospital's intercom.

He had no one anymore.

'But then again, when have I never been alone for such a long amount of time…?' He asks himself, sighing in derision and scratching his blonde head, before inhaling loudly and puffing out his chest in determination.

He could do this; he just had to walk in through the doors, ask if they have any spare pancakes or whatever it was that the patients had eaten that morning, eat, then walk out like he wasn't there at all.

It was easier said than done, he knew that for sure, but he couldn't just not eat, he would surely regret it later on in the day when his stomach would most likely growl right in the middle of Expressive Therapy or whatever the hell it was that the patients were doing now.

'Why are you just standing there? Where did your courage go? Just walk in!' His mind screamed at him.

Finally exhaling out, he pushes one of the double doors open and swiftly walks inside, to see that the cafeteria was in fact, very small as Sharon had stated it would be. But Oz easily detected the lunch line, and that is where easily spots the red plastic trays piled on top of one another at one end of the lunch line, and he also saw the hard plastic window covers covering over the food to keep them either safe and out of the reach of the patients on the other side of the window, or to keep them safe from people sneezing all over the food and infecting everyone with a virus.

Oz then looks to the left hand side of the small cafeteria lunch room, to see a large hard glass wall and saw a few heads on the other side of the glass window moving to and fro from the other side, and that is where he hears the sound of running water and dishes clanking.

'That must be where the patients hand over their dirty trays and give them to the dish washers…Why would they put up a glass window though? Wouldn't they think that that isn't a very good idea considering that some of the patients here are probably murderers or weapon using maniacs?' Oz thought, shaking his head at the idea. 'They should've put up a hard plastic wall instead. Nim-rods.'

Oz then looks back to the lunch line, to see that all the food was already gone. He frowns and heads over to the lunch line and tip-toes to look over the plastic covering window to try and catch the attention of a cafeteria worker that may or may not be still behind the counter top.

"Excuse me?" He calls.

Only to have no one answer, he frowns again. "Hello? Is anyone back there?" He calls again, this time raising his voice slightly.

"Hello?"

Oz instinctively flinches at the rough sounding voice that came from directly beside him and turns his head to look over his shoulder.

To see a man standing beside him, dressed in all black—including the colour of his wavy unruly hair—and notices that the man's skin was lightly tanned in colour and also notices that his piercing golden eyes were staring intently into his own bright green eyes.

The man's face—if Oz was obligated to compliment a complete stranger—had a unique and very handsome quality, his cheek bones could easily be seen and if Oz saw the man smile, he knew right away that the man would most definitely have a friendly quality to it, and not to mention, that he would also look so darn good looking if he did smile.

But again, if Oz was obligated to compliment this stranger, which he wasn't, he would just have to keep his thoughts to himself—for now.

"Umm…Can I help you? Are you a patient here?" The man asks timidly as he raises a hand to scratch nervously at the side of his face once he noticed that the blonde teenage boy was staring at him with such a focused and concentrated expression. "I'm a security guard here, my name is—"

"—Gilbert Nightray?" Oz finishes, he was only taking a wild guess, he did hear Sharon mention a security guard that goes by the name of Gilbert Nightray.

So at this point, Oz was really hoping that the man beside him was in fact Gilbert so he wouldn't come off as weird and rude for cutting the man off in his introduction.

The man's golden eyes widen in surprise, before he schools his expression and narrows his eyes suspiciously at the Gothic-ly dressed teenage boy, who was now standing directly in front of him with his hands behind his back—feigning innocence. "Yeah…My name is Gilbert…" He trails off. "Who are you? How do you know me?" The man—Gilbert to Oz's relief—replies in a tone of skepticism as he watches the boy's shoulders sag in either relief, or discomfort.

Oz then sighs heavily and raises his hands in mock surrender as he plasters on a fake—but beaming—grin. "At ease soldier, my name is Oz Vessalius, I'm a new patient here. Sharon—the nurse that works here?—mentioned a guy named Gilbert Nightray, and also mentioned that he was a security guard here. I just guessed that you were him." Oz explains, smiling at the man's still skeptic expression, before he clears his throat and gestures to the empty food trays beside them. "I was late for breakfast because Sharon was showing me around the hospital, but now that the tour is over, I thought I try and get some food…But…Heh, heh…" Oz chuckles nervously and scratches at the back of his bright blonde head. "The food is already gone…Do you think that—"

"—I can ask the Chef if he can make you some food?" Gilbert quickly suggest, before he clears his throat in embarrassment and shrugs his shoulders. "If you want that is." He later says, shrugging his shoulders once again as he looks away from the boy's curious gaze and looks around the empty cafeteria instead.

The boy in front of him made him feel uneasy and just a little bit nervous—even though he had just met the kid—not because he now knew that Oz Vessalius was a patient here at the hospital, but because the teenager that is standing in front of him—who Gilbert was guessing, was probably only 14-years-old while he himself, was 24-years-old— just had such an easy-going, welcoming, and warm-like disposition in the air surrounding him, that it made Gilbert himself, feel nervous and slightly embarrassed all at once. Not only because he noticed that Oz possessed such girl-like qualities in his face and hair, but because Gilbert himself didn't have such an easy going and welcoming nature like Oz did. And he was probably only 14 for crying out loud! How can someone that young possess such a charming personality?

Gilbert also knew that right then and there, that he would have trouble controlling Oz inside the hospital—if the boy ever got into any trouble at all—when he himself, had a problem with just looking at him right now.

He couldn't even look Oz in the eye without feeling as though his anxiety level was going through the roof, and feeling as though he was being a complete fool by merely standing in the boy's radiating atmosphere, it made him feel like a complete bumbling idiot.

"Helloooo? Is Gilbert still in there?"

Gilbert visibly flinches back at the sound of Oz's closer-than-before-voice and quickly looks down at him, to see that the blonde teen was standing up on his tip-toes to peer curiously into both his eyes with his hand waving in front of his stunned face.

Gilbert quickly steps back and nervously wrings his hands together. "I'm sorry, I-I got lost in my own th-thoughts." Gilbert inwardly smacks himself on the forehead for sounding like a complete stuttering fool. "I-I mean…" Gilbert trails off, what was he going to say again?

"I mean…?" Oz repeats, his smile turning into a full grin once he notices Gilbert's face start to heat up in a faint embarrassed blush. "What were you going to say Gilbert?" Oz asks, shuffling his feet together as he stares intently into the man's wide golden eyes.

"Nothing…" Gilbert says after a two seconds of awkward silence. "I'm going to find the chef now and ask if he can make you some—" Gilbert starts to turn away.

"—Pancakes!" Oz quickly interjects, taking Gilbert by the sleeve of his long black trench coat. "I would love some Gilbert." Oz states, smiling brightly at the blushing security guard who was now staring at him with wide eyes.

"Y-yeah…Okay, I'll go ask." Gilbert replies nervously.

Oz smiles and then let's go of Gilbert's sleeve he was holding onto. "I will wait here." Oz announces, pointing straight down at the floor.

Gilbert, not knowing what else to say, merely nods his head and then walks away to find the Chef. All the while, scolding himself for being such a fool in front of a boy much younger than he was, the boy should've been tripping over his own words in the presence of an adult, not the other way around.

As Oz was then left alone with his own thoughts, he turns around and inspects the small cafeteria, no patient was around, not even the Chef was seen inside, but what Oz could easily see, was the security camera's hanging from each side of the walls and saw quite a few of them in every corner of the ceiling.

'If Gilbert is a security guard here, I wonder if he'll be the one who has to review the security tapes…?' Now feeling just a tad bit like his old self—mischievous, scheming, and devious—he grins in delight, looks around, sees no one, then sneakily goes over to one of the camera's hanging in the corner, and gives the security camera a thumbs up, a big grin as he then hastily grabs the hem of his white dress shirt and lifts it past his stomach to reveal his chest.

He always wanted to flash a camera, and he always liked showing off his body, and he also very much liked compliments, so he hoped that he would get to enjoy all three sometime in the future.

"He said he would—"

Oz quickly pulls down his shirt in haste and nervously spins around to face Gilbert with a panicky and forced smile stretched far too widely across his face. "Wh-what was that Gilbert?" he asks nervously, folding his hands together behind his back as he rocks back and forth on the heels of his black shoes.

'Holy crap! I hope he didn't see!?' Oz screams inside his head, face still smiling.

Gilbert raises a dark eyebrow, but doesn't bother asking Oz "what's the matter" and doesn't bother asking why the teenager was now being so jumpy around him.

But as long as he wasn't the one being so jumpy and panicky, then he was alright.

Gilbert clears his throat. "I asked the chef if he could make you some pancakes, I explained your situation to him and he agreed to make you some pancakes, as long as you eat everything up and don't ask for seconds." Gilbert shrugs his shoulders when he receives a questionable look from Oz. "He doesn't like making seconds because he knows that people hardly ever finishes them." Gilbert explains with a passionate eye roll.

Oz smiles brightly and walks over to Gilbert to pat him on the shoulder. "Thank you for asking Gilbert." He thanks the security guard whole-heartedly as he then turns around and sits in the nearest cafeteria bench, which was made entirely of plastic, and dusts the seat off before he plops himself down.

Gilbert clears his throat, now feeling uncomfortable, and thumbs in the direction of the door. "I'm gonna leave you to your food now, so…Uh…" Gilbert trails off again as he then slowly starts to shuffle backwards towards the double doors of the cafeteria.

Oz quickly waves both his hands. "W-wait!" Oz shouts, mentally flinching at how his voice echoed off the walls—and also sounded completely desperate—he smiles nervously and fidgets with his hands. "Um, I'm new here and…I got a few questions to ask about this schedule, if you don't mind answering that is." Oz suggests, his hand going to the back of his pants pocket and pulls out Sharon's home-made hospital schedule and lays it flat on the bench in front of him.

Gilbert inwardly sighs in frustration. He really wanted to leave the brat behind—only because he knew he would only continue to act like a stuttering and blushing idiot in front of him—and he also had no idea why he was suddenly acting so out of character and losing his cool in front of the blonde patient, but he had a suspicion that if he continued to question it, he wouldn't like the answer.

'Might as well give him what he wants and maybe then he'll leave me alone…' Gilbert notes inside his head as he then goes over to the bench Oz was now sitting in, and sits down with a thump and a skeptic scowl.

Oz smiles at Gilbert's unwary expression and un-folds the paper. "It says that after breakfast it will be time to take 'medications and vitals', but that was at 8:15, now that its 8:45 and I'm already late for this thing called 'Goals Group', what exactly do I do? And where do I go for that matter?"

Gilbert peers closer at the schedule and narrows his eyes in concentration, trying to discern whether or not Oz should attend the Goals Group when the teen was already 15 minutes late. It wasn't exactly his choice to make, but then again, Gilbert was the security guard and he was the one that was supposed to keep the patients in-line and to make sure that they stuck to the hospitals schedule instead of goofing off somewhere inside.

"I'm only the security guard here, but it is my duty to make sure that all of the patients are sticking with the schedule and we're also the ones making sure that the patients don't slack off, so…" Gilbert looks up and points at Oz's face. "You should attend the Goals Group after you finish eating." He states in a no nonsense tone of voice.

Oz wrinkles his nose in displeasure and leans forward on the bench with his chin laid in the middle of his palms as he gives Gilbert his most mischievous smile he could summon up.

And it makes Gilbert instinctively lean back once he notices Oz leaning towards him with that clear look of mischief and playfulness that practically sparkled and crackled in the air surrounding the once innocent looking teenage boy, and gulps nervously.

"Oh? So you're the one that enforces hard labour with menial tasks are ya?" Oz purrs.

Gilbert didn't like it, he could feel himself practically turn into a pile of Gilbert-goop that the teenager could easily mold and bend to his will.

Why was he the only one acting this way? Shouldn't it be the other way around? He was the security guard after all and Oz was the patient!

'Why me?!' Gilbert shouts inside his head.

"Would you mind doing me another favour Mr. Nightray?" Oz asks, tapping his fingers along the plastic bench as he leans back and away from the terrified security guard.

"N-…I don't like that look in your eye, you have something planned and as a security guard, I'm going to have to—"

"—Punish me?" Oz dramatically gasps, throwing a hand over his heart and pulling at his blonde bangs. "Oh no! Not that Mr. Nightray!" he exclaims in a breathy voice. "I just might…Enjoy it!" He exclaims, grabbing at his hair with both his hands and tightly shutting both his eyes as he then began making lewd and indecent noises.

Gilbert's face turns beet red to the tips of his ears as he holds a hand over his mouth. "Wh-what? What're you—!? No!"

Oz grins in delight and guffaws inside the cafeteria. "Oh man! You shoulda saw the look on yer face! Ha ha ha!" Oz laughs loudly, clutching at his sides as he wiggles and rolls inside the bench.

Gilbert's face turns into a scowl, which goes unnoticed by the blonde teenager as he was still too busy laughing, and gets up from the bench with a bright blush still dusting across his face. "I'm leaving! If I see you roaming the halls, I'm getting Sharon and making sure your properly punished!" Gilbert declares, pointing an accusing finger at the grinning face of the blonde-haired patient as he then turns swiftly around on his heel and practically jogs out of the cafeteria.

Oz pouts and folds his arms over his chest. "He didn't even give me a chance to ask if he can show me the way to where the Goals Group is located." He states with a long and dragged out sigh and holds his chin in his hand as the other hand plays with a stray blonde bang hanging over his emerald eye.

"He sure is fun to tease though." He grins at this and chuckles under his breath.

'Maybe I will enjoy my stay if Gilbert Nightray is here…?' Oz thought mischievously. He already felt a lot like himself with just the security guard around him, and Oz had a feeling that if he actually did continue to stay inside the hospital, maybe he can be cured on top of that as well.

Oz then scowled at this thought. 'I doubt it though…Once I return home…I'll just want to leave again…' He laid his head inside the crook of his arm that was folded on top of the cafeteria bench, and sighs heavily under his breath.

He left his home purely because of his father.

And he was practically kicked out of his house by father.

After Oz had attempted suicide.

The blonde teen can still hear his father's voice shouting at him late at night, even though he's inside the safety of the hospital and far away from his so called "Dad". Oz can still hear the accusing and hateful tone of voice that his father held when the man only continued to screech and yell at him from the top of his lungs what Oz ever was to him…

"You're a good for nothing, useless and horrible child, who I should've left in the care of your deceitful and ungrateful Mother. You mean nothing to me, you ARE nothing to me."

And also a very pleasant farewell speech, that his father had given him before he left.

"You attempt suicide? After all I've done for you?! You brought shame upon our family name! Now leave! I don't want to even LOOK at your pitiful face until you're cured and SANE again!"

Oz clutches his head with both his hands and shook it furiously. "Shut up!" He screams, hastily getting up from the cafeteria bench as he all but threw it over as he only continued to scream and beg for his father's forgiveness.

While in a state of delusion, Oz didn't even realize that the Chef had called for security, and that all the cafeteria staff members were surrounding him and trying their hardest to subdue the angry and crying patient.

All Oz was able to hear, was the yelling voice of his father, and he was able to see, was the menacing and hateful glares he received from both his father and his mother.

Down the hallway, and far away from the location of the cafeteria, Gilbert Nightray finally stops running, and dives for the safety of his favourite tree located just outside the hospital, on the therapy grounds and just in front of the steel chain linked fence situated in front of the hospital inpatient dorm building, and quickly plops himself down underneath the cool shade of his favourite tree as he pants and heaves for a chance to breathe.

"Damn…Brat…" he gasps out, clutching his chest with his left hand as his other hand searches for the pack of smokes inside his trench coat pocket.

He didn't know what to think of the patient Oz, at first glance, Gilbert thought that the boy was going to be sweet and innocent, he also looked a tad bit naïve and a bit too young to actually be in the Therapy Ward of the hospital.

But once he got to talk to the teenager, he was all but innocent and naïve, in fact, Gilbert now thought that Oz was devious, tricky, vindictive, and very lewd for a 14-year-old. If he was even fourteen, because if Oz was actually 12 or 13, Gilbert would then feel slightly disturbed by the fact that a 13-year-old could be that cunning, sly, and—

"Amazing…" Gilbert mumbles to himself, before he sits up with a fast lurch and quickly shouts a loud curse that then echoes around the hospital grounds. "What the hell?" Gilbert quickly shakes his head from side to side in refusal.

'I did NOT just think that about a 14—13—whatever his age is! I did NOT just think that about a teenage boy who is waaaay younger than I am!' Gilbert denies, biting his thumb nail. 'I'm 24-years-old for Christ sake! And I'm a MAN, I mean, yeah, I'm gay…But that boy is exactly what I just said he was, a BOY. No man should ever look at a boy, the way that I just thought of him!' Gilbert rants inside his head. 'Besides…I bet he isn't even gay…But what if he is? Maybe if I get to know him a bit more and ask him if he's—' Gilbert shakes his head again and punches the ground.

'Ugh! I'm turning into a full on CREEP! Break is rubbing off on me…' Gilbert groans inside his head as he pulls his long legs up to his chest and lays his head on his knees. "What the hell is wrong with me…?" He groans.

"You're confused."

"Gaah!" Gilbert shouts, falling to his side at the tree as he quickly reaches for the holster wrapped securely around his left leg.

And having every intention on shooting the bastard, who dared to sneak up on an armed man.

But Gilbert blinks at the man, who has his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender, and sighs heavily under his breath in annoyance. "Break…" He grumbles out. Speak of the devil… "What do you want?" He snaps, lowering his hand from his holster to the rest it on the grass beside him.

Break lowers his arms with a sly grin plastered across his pale featured face and squats down beside Gilbert to peer closer into his scowling face. "What is troubling you Gilbert? You seem as though you just saw—"

"All security guards report to the cafeteria hall located in the West Wing of the hospital! I repeat, all security must report to the cafeteria hall in the Therapy Ward section of the hospital, to subdue an enraged patient! All staff members must proceed with caution—"

Gilbert shoots up from the spot under his tree after the report had been given over the intercom speakers located all around the hospital grounds perimeter, and wraps a trembling hand around his gun holster.

"Oz…?" He whispers under his breath in uncertainty.

But not quiet enough.

Break easily caught the name of the patient Gilbert had just gasped out, and raises an eyebrow up at said man, who stood with a trembling hand resting on top of his gun and a shocked expression written over his face. There's something about Gilbert's body language that was quite interesting…

Break gets up from his squatting position at the tree and dusts off the dirt from his pants. "Gilbert, nearby security guards will manage to subdue the patient." He tried calming the on-edge security guard with a far too serious voice he wasn't used to at all as he took a step forward.

"I just came from the cafeteria!" Gilbert suddenly snaps.

Further perplexing the white-haired man with his sudden distraught behaviour, who is this patient named Oz that Gilbert was familiar with? It did ring a bell inside Break's head...

"I just met that patient too!" Gilbert shouts over his shoulder, snapping Break out of his thoughts. "I'm going before the other security guards give him a sedative!" Gilbert shouts, giving the white-haired man a fast scowl, before he spins on his heel and heads straight back to the Therapy Ward and to the cafeteria.

Break wrinkles his brows in confusion. "Gilbert, wait!" He tries shouting after the upset raven haired man.

But soon gives up and sighs heavily in annoyance.

'You get far too attached in only a matter of minutes, and way too easy to corrupt…' Break shakes his head in disappointment at the security guards behaviour. 'Oz…Now I know who that is. He's my next patient.' Break smiles merrily and heads to the hospital as well.

In a much more relaxed and casual stride than his younger latter.

Further ahead, Gilbert was already running towards the direction of the Exit he had just came out from as he rushes down the sidewalk and leaps over their chains which were hooked on each of the wooden pillars blocking all sides of the sidewalks and begins bolting it through the hospital's hallways.

'If I can make it on time, Oz won't have to get hurt.' Gilbert kept telling himself as he began pushing his legs into a sprint.

All the while, he kept questioning himself as to why he cared so much for a boy he had just met.

And that ladies and gentle men, is how chapter 2 is done...

Hope I did good ._.

Also...

I hope I didn't make Gilbert OOC :L I like a blushy, bumbling, embarrassed Gil :3 it makes me smile. I wanted Gilbert to feel something for Oz RIGHT AWAY because...well...Basically that's just how Gilbert is in the Manga :) needy, touchy, moody, etc. etc. Hah! But yes, I have a good reason why Gilbert is developing feelings fast for Oz, and I will tell you the reason why ,if you review :P see what I did there? And if you have any questions about this story feel free to ask me :)

Also, I like CONSTRUCTIVE criticism :) it perks me up for some odd reason, but if someone says "This sucks." and leaves it as that, then I can't do anything about your opinions now can I? when you only have two words to say :L.

And I KNOW that Oz is waaay OOC in this chapter, but I'm trying aren't I? lol. This is my first fanfic of Pandora too so be gentle, and I like my chapter idea's I have, but I just get a bit too excited, too ahead of myself, and the chapters start to speed up, including the pace of the characters feelings and thoughts...Soo...I'll work on that people! XD bear with me please!

Tah!