Chapter 5: Guard.
-Oz and Break got well acquainted with. But now it's suddenly decided that Oz needs a Bodyguard? And for how long? And WHO exactly is up to watch Oz?-
Gilbert Nightray walks out of the Main Security Office's employees bathroom and ruffles his midnight black curls in frustration as he makes his way to where the Security Camera Tapes are located and plops himself down in the black leather seat situated just in front of the security monitors; it has been a rough day.
And that's saying something considering that he worked here for well over a year.
But when a new patient suddenly shows up out of the blue—it seems like—he just couldn't get his head straight. He's constantly always finding himself worrying about what the other patients think of the new patient, whether or not the new patient is compatible with others, and if or when he has to subdue the new patient with a sedative on the patients very first day.
For Gilbert, he very much liked routines, and the hospital had one hell of a routine that he's gotten used to, but because of the appearance of a new patient, he's suddenly very aware that he works at a mental hospital, or to be more accurate and less judging, the hospitals "Out Reach Program" for the mentally disabled and the chemically depended individuals.
But because Oz Vessalius—said "new patient"—suddenly made his appearance very well known within the hospitals therapy ward—within the very first day of him ever being here—Gilbert was feeling pretty much on edge, and had him practically waiting for the inevitable to happen. What made him so pessimistic and cynical at this point is beyond him, but he had the inkling feeling that it was all Oz's doing with just him being…Well, HIM.
Oz Vessalius, in Gilbert's opinion, is a very complex, confusing, mischievous, secretive—alright, who isn't secretive when it comes down to the grit hm?—teenager, but beyond all that, the boy just seemed…Well…Normal. To the point where Gilbert often finds himself questioning the entire hospitals staff members and employees, about whether or not Oz really honest and for truly, belongs here.
It really doesn't seem like Oz did, his entire air surrounding him just seemed so…Natural, calming, and welcoming, that Gilbert really wanted to help Oz out himself and look out for him while he stayed inside the hospital, until the other staff members finally got the gist that Oz didn't really need to be here, and that he's perfectly fine and could be on his way.
'But then I'm back to where I started…' Gilbert thought begrudgingly as he laid his head on the desk monitor in front of him with a long and tired sigh. 'I'm back to the question, "why". Why do I suddenly want to protect him? And why did I suddenly get these ridiculous idea's? And WHY Oz Vessalius? What makes him so special?' Gilbert groans aloud and pulls his head up from the desk to stare blankly at the Security cameras many monitor screens and looks into the screen of the cafeteria, and sighs under his breath.
'Oz…He had no idea what he was doing inside of the cafeteria this morning…What exactly made him have an…"Attack"…That badly in the first place? I heard him pleading to his "father" but…What does that even mean? And what was going through his head while he was under the dominating—and very scary looking—daze-like stupor? What exactly would Break call it anyways?' Gilbert thought, than shakes his head free of the white-haired moron. "If I asked him, he would only tease me and call me something like 'moronic little Gil' or something along those lines…" Gil growls in aggravation as he angrily folds his arms over his chest and glares at the security cameras monitoring Break's office, then blinks in confusion when he sees both Break and Oz smiling and gesticulating wildly in front of the security camera.
"What the hell are those two doing?" Gilbert questions loudly as he quickly gets up from the office chair and strides towards the door.
"Where you going Gilbert?"
Gilbert turns towards the voice and thumbs into the direction of the door. "Break and some new patient are being complete idiots and smiling into a security camera, I'm gonna go check what the hell is the matter with them." Gilbert deadpans with a scowl pressed firm on his face as he explains his situation to another fellow security guard—who goes by the name of Fang, what his actual name was, is a mystery to Gilbert—as he quickly dashes out of the Main Security Office's door and quickly strides towards the hospitals main elevator located on the far left hand side of the hospital and just as he presses the button to the elevator doors, he hears the tapping of shoes heading straight towards him from behind.
With his back instantly tensing at the unfamiliar aura of the person coming steadily towards him, Gilbert steadily reaches for his gun holster wrapped securely around his right hand thigh, and quickly he unbuckles the fastening of the holster and turns around.
"Easy big brother, are you that ready to get rid of me?"
Gilbert blinked at his long blonde-haired younger brother and sighs heavily under his breath. "You scared the crap outta me…" He grumbled, lowering his hand from his holster, he continues to press the button to elevator doors to open. "What're you doing here anyways Vincent? Its…" Gilbert then looks down to his silver wrist watch and narrows his eyes at the time. "Its 10:20, shouldn't you be in the Day Room planning with the other patient's on the weekend schedule?" Gilbert questions, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother as he only continues to press the elevators button.
Vincent shakes his head with a mischievous little chuckle slipping pass his lips. "Oh, brother, you are so serious when it comes to your job as a security guard." Vincent teases light heartedly.
Gilbert scoffs and looks over his shoulder. "Why shouldn't I be? It is a hospital, and you ARE a patient here Vincent."
"Technically, I'm an OUT-patient, meaning I have free will to leave whenever I feel like it." The long-haired man defends, smirking at his older brother who only shrugs his shoulders without a care.
"Same difference. You're STILL a patient; so technically, you STILL have to listen to me, not only as a security guard but as your older brother." Gilbert argues, smiling softly at his younger brothers obvious displeased look, while still pressing the button to the elevator.
"Uhm, Gil?" Vincent calls, giving Gilbert a confused look.
"What?" Gilbert replies, his attention had been turned directly to his brother ever since he appeared behind the corner.
"Why are you still pressing the button? It was opened minutes ago." Vincent states with a chuckle.
Gilbert turns his head and felt an embarrassed blush quickly spreading across his face once he realizes that two nurses were already standing inside the elevator waiting for him to board with obvious displeasure and impatience seen in both of their expressions.
"I-I'm s-so sorry!" He weakly apologizes as he rushes forward and presses the elevators "close doors' button, all the while, glaring and scowling at Vincent.
"It's not my fault brotheeeeer!" He heard Vincent call once the elevator doors close with a light bang.
'Yeah, yeah.' Gilbert thought, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave the nurses a fast glance and an apologetic—and absolutely nervous looking—smile.
That only made the nurses uncomfortable and move away from him from inside the elevator.
So with a light sigh, he reminds himself never to speak to these nurses again.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Was Gilbert's greeting to both of the world's weirdest duo once he stepped foot inside Break's Therapy Office.
Only to be faced with a sadistically grinning Therapist, and no sign of a blonde-haired teenager.
With a confused once over from Gilbert, he looks back to Break. "Where's Oz? I thought I saw him in here a little while ago…" He trails off, shutting the door behind him he takes two steps into the office.
"BOO!"
"AAAAGH!" Gilbert screams as he then falls face first to the floor after being tripped—with God only knew what, because at that moment, he couldn't see anything, only the deep red of Break's carpet and the stars floating in front of his eyes—and groans loudly as he holds his nose with a hand.
"Oopsie! You should watch where you're going Gil before you seriously hurt yourself!"
Gilbert growls under his breath and rolls over and onto his back once he heard that familiar voice from behind him. "Oz…Did you have to trip me to get my attention?" He shouts, holding his—now sore—nose with a hand as he heaves himself up into a sitting position on the floor.
Oz happily skips over to the fallen security guard with a bright smile and stops by his booted feet and offers out his small hand. "Oh c'mon Gil! Don't be such a downer!" He pouts. "I'll give ya a hand!" He offers happily.
Gilbert felt warmth seep into his body at the bright and energetic smile from Oz and couldn't help but offer his own hand. But reluctantly, because he suspected Oz was going to do something else just to further irk him.
Oz giggles happily at the nervous scowl of Gilbert's and tries hard to lift up the security guard and finally succeeds once Gilbert manages to get to one knee. "There!" He announces happily once Gilbert gets to his feet.
Gil manages a small smile, but that quickly turns to a frown once he hears a shrill wolf whistle from behind him.
"Well! If I didn't know any better, I would suspect that little Gil and banana head Oz go waaaaay back!" Break states mischievously from the top his desk as he crosses his leg over the other with a smirk plastered across his pale face.
Gilbert scowls at the hidden under tone of the Therapist and crosses his arms over his chest, choosing to ignore that little quip. "So why were the both of you, smiling like complete idiots into the camera?"
Oz visibly pouts and lightly kicks the security guard in his shin. "Idiots you say?"
Gilbert scowls at being kicked in his shin and rubs gingerly at it. "Well? What else was I going to call it?"
"We wanted you here to announce something very important to you concerning our new patient, Oz Vessalius." Break announces, gesturing over to the smiling blonde-haired teenager.
Gilbert quirks an eyebrow and looks over to Oz. "What's wrong?"
Oz smiles widely. "Nothing is wrong! I'm perfectly fine!" He waves dismissively. "Besides the fact that I'm a new patient at a mental hospital." He mutters with a small chuckle escaping his lips.
"We just wanted to inform you that because Oz is suffering from 'black outs' as he calls them." Break smiles over to Oz.
Who looks to Gilbert and waves with a smile.
"We took it into consideration because of that, he would need to be assigned to a bodyguard. Someone to keep him out of trouble, someone to watch out for any new and odd behaviours concerning him, and someone to come to his aid, in case of another 'black out' incident that might transpire." Break casually explains. "So we looked through many files and folders of the hospital security guards, and Oz picked out a fellow he would like to be assigned to." Break's smile widens considerably at this point.
Gilbert shivers at the knowing smile and looks over to Oz.
Who has the exact same expression upon his face as the white-haired Therapist. "Oh Giiillll…" Came the sing-song voice of Oz. "Wanna be my own personal body guard?" He continues to sing.
Gilbert wrinkles his brow in obvious displeasure and scowls over at Break. "And what? I get no say in this?"
"Well? Who else would the boy possibly want?" Break asks sarcastically. "Someone he barely knows and never seen before? Or someone he just met inside a cafeteria, someone who willingly got him pancakes, and someone who actually wanted to help him from his bout of hysteria?" Break suggests, rolling his single red eye. "C'mon Gilbert, I know you can be brighter than this. Which one would you pick?"
Gilbert's scowl deepens, but once he glances over to Oz, who is standing next to him with a small smile…He already made his decision.
Besides…It was him who wanted to help Oz in the first place, now he gets to prove it to Break and Oz that he can be a reliable person, and that he can be a trustworthy resource for Oz to confide in.
Gilbert sighs heavily under his breath and turns towards Oz.
Who quirks an eyebrow up at him and turns as well to face him.
Gilbert looks down at Oz, golden eyes staring intently into bright emerald, and he raises a hand over his heart. "I won't like it." Obvious lie. "But I'll be your bodyguard. Just agree not to trip me again, and then I won't have to resort to quitting my job as being your bodyguard, and throwing you to any security guard around at the time." Gilbert threatens, taking his hand that was over his heart, and holds it out for Oz to shake.
Oz smirks and grabs the out-stretched hand offered out towards him and shakes it once. "Deal." He announces with a grin before he reluctantly lets go of the larger hand.
Break grins widely and claps his hands together. "Great! Now—" Both of the occupants of the room groan loudly in annoyance. "Now, now, I only need the both of you to sign a contract, saying that you agree to the terms given to you by the counsellor—that is, me—and have Gilbert sign Oz's document folder, saying that you have looked over Oz during his time in the hospital, and then Oz will have to sign the same document, agreeing that he has been on surveillance by this person at this time, and we'll be done for the day!" Break announces happily, turning himself around from on top of his desk, reaches down between his legs for the drawer on the other side of his desk, pulls out two sheets of paper declaring that the papers were a contract of sorts, and Break spins himself back around and hands them both the papers and two pens with a wide grin across his face. "I have to be the one to witness the signing, and after I have signed both of the contracts as well, you two will be official body guard and the body that is agreeing to be guarded." Break declares jovially, raising both his arms in the air with a smile.
Gilbert grumbles something inaudible for both of the people in the room to hear, as he grabs a pen lain on top of the desk and bends over towards the contract ready to sign.
"Gee Gilbert." Oz muses. "I didn't think you would be so ready to be my body guard," The teenager states mischievously. "What made you change your mind about me? Before you seemed ready to get rid of me, but now you all too ready to watch over me…You're not planning to do something to me, are you Gil?" Oz states slyly, smirking all the while.
Break starts to giggle from the corner of his desk.
If Gilbert had coffee inside his mouth, he would be spraying it all over Break and the walls right now, because at that moment, he sputtered incomprehensively as he blushed all the way to the tips of his ears at such a suggestive sounding type of question.
What is with this boy?
Gilbert quickly shakes his head with a sigh, trying hard to subdue the blush that most likely took over the shade of his skin colour and scoffs loudly. "You make everything sound dirty." He grumbled over to Oz, flashing him a quick glare, before going back to signing his name on the papers.
Oz pouts in obvious displeasure at not being able to make the security guard uncomfortable or stutter hysterically, it would be no fun for Oz if he couldn't at least make Gilbert do one out of those two small feats.
"There. Now what?" Gilbert asks Break, turning the page over to Break, who studied it in concentration, before the white-haired man nods his head and hands it back to Gilbert.
"Now, Oz, you have to sign this one, initial here, and I will have to be the one to sign the bottom." Break explains, pointing to the middle of the page for Oz's initials, and then pointing at a blank line scrawled at least two sentences down from the initial blank.
Oz smiles and leans over onto the desk to give his initial on the blank, then signs his full name onto the blank closest to the bottom. "There!" He announces happily, putting the pen down on top of his desk with a grin.
Gilbert hid his smile with a hand as he looked away from the pleased looking teenager to stare out of the window on the other side of the room.
Break quickly signs the bottom and holds out the contract towards both Gilbert and Oz with a grin. "The contract is now signed, I am the witness, and the counselor, and it is now said in ink that you are Oz Vessalius's bodyguard and you will take duty as his bodyguard serious."
Gilbert nods his head.
Oz nods as well and smirks over to Gilbert. "Hiya new bodyguard! Ready to lend me a hand and give me a tour of the Therapy Ward now? I still don't know the entire layout yet." Oz says with a small smile as he goes over to the corner of the door, to un-tie his suspenders from the large steel file cabinet, and the door-stopper on the other side.
'That's how he was able to trip me…' Gilbert thought, shaking his head at the memory before he casts doubtful and suspicious looking golden eyes over to Break, who only shrugs with a small smile.
"It could prove to be helpful for Oz, if he had your company, Gilbert." Break whispers over to Gil with a secretive smile, as he turns away and goes over to a tall book shelf on the other side of the large expanse room.
Gilbert raises both his eyebrows in surprise, and before he could question Break's motive, he gets cut off from his own thoughts.
"Now if you two don't mind, I have work to do." Break announces, waving both his hands in a "shoo-ing" like manner towards the two.
Gilbert rolls his eyes and takes the suspenders from Oz's small hands, ignoring the teenager's small "hey!" of defense, as he strolls towards the door. "Come on Oz, I'll give you a tour." Gilbert announces in reluctance.
What the hell is Break up to?
Oz smiles brightly and skips over to the tall black-haired man's side, ignorant of the man's doubtful thoughts of the whole situation.
"Yay! And after, can I wear my suspenders and belt? I promise to be good!" Oz presses, holding his hands together in what looked like a prayer.
"No." Came Gilbert's serious reply. "There's a strict clothing regulation."
"I know that! Break already told me!" Oz sighs heavily. "But look at me!" Oz defends, gesturing to himself with obvious displeasure seen in both his eyes.
Gilbert does a once over on Oz, and quirks an eyebrow. "What about you? You look normal." He states easily.
"Exactly! Normal and plain…!" Oz pouts. "Who wants to be either of those two things? Gimme my belt at least! I'm dropping my pants!" He complains, holding the hem of his shorts in between his finger and thumb and pulls it out, to indicate how big they were from around his small waistline.
"Hah. Quit trying to fool me." Gilbert narrows his eyes in suspicion.
"I'm not! Agh!" Oz throws both his hands in the air in exasperation. "Gil! You're so difficult!"
"For obvious reasons…" The black-haired man grumbled.
Break couldn't help but roll his eye exasperatingly when the two arguing imbeciles finally left his room. He was already forming a headache from the two and their arduous and tiresome arguing. Which proved to be both pointless as it was irritating.
Okay folks! The time skip will start on chapter 7! I thought it was chapter 6...but...heh heh...Guess I got myself mixed up...Don't blame me! I'm swamped!
Anyways...
I hope there's some people out there who like this story...Really would like some REVIEWS just to make sure my story is actually going somewhere on this fanfiction site.