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Chapter 11: Confusion.

-It's decision making time for both Oz and Gilbert. But do they both know what to do? Or say for that matter? Oz has quite an idea on what to say, but something stands in his way. Does Gilbert really only view him as an immature teenager? And if Oz's hunches are right, what exactly could he do to change Gilbert's mind?-

September 5th, 2013.

Thursday.

Oz didn't sleep a wink that night, only because all he could think about was whether or not he should go along with the plan of making Gilbert his…Boyfriend…By going right out and say that he was too young for him, but he likes him anyways, and that he's open to whatever.

But then he couldn't stop thinking about the consequences that go right along with that plan, if they do become an item, and if they so much as got into an argument or anything, they might ruin something that makes Oz…Well, Oz.

He likes that fact that Gilbert was the one he met first, he likes that fact that Gilbert was his bodyguard, and he likes the fact that Gilbert was his best friend, so if he took a step over friendship and into a relationship, would he ruin it? For the both of them?

And Oz was also thinking about just going up to Gilbert and telling him that he just wants to be friends, just to get it over and done with so that he could go right on pretending that he felt nothing more for Gilbert than a what any best friend would feel for a best friend.

They both sounded like easy plans, but both of them were filled with fear and possible consequences. But Oz truly believed that he could survive it. He was just wondering what Gilbert's reaction could be.

As Oz continued to dress, he looks up from buttoning his dark red dress shirt, and looks towards his front door of his inpatient dorm room. He knew Gilbert was already standing outside, he could see the 24-year-olds shadow underneath the door. And he could also hear Gilbert mumbling something outside, as though he was talking to himself.

He smiles at that idea, and finishes buttoning up his dress shirt, and shrugs on his black vest, his shirt was a tad bit loose, but the vest fit him perfectly, it hugged him in all the right places, especially his hips. He rather liked his hips, but what he mostly liked about his body was his legs, they were untouched by imperfections and scars. And he would happily and proudly admit this to anyone, he shaves his legs. Yeah, he does, merely for the fact that smooth legs always felt better to the touch. Hair just grossed him out.

As he combs through his hair with his hands, he looks over to the full body mirror on the other side of his room, and smiles happily when his ensemble looked absolutely fashionable. His deep red dress shirt is what tied the whole out-fit together, the pure black vest, and the black knee length shorts, but then he looks down to his boots, and frowns at the sight of them being lace-less and un-tied. He still had no idea why he couldn't wear bracelets, necklaces, hats, shoelaces, belts, and any type of accessories at all while inside the hospital. But he figured that maybe it was because he tried to commit suicide once, and maybe they thought that he wasn't afraid to do it again given the chance.

He shakes his head at his own thoughts and strides towards the door, and with a sly smile, he presses his ear against the door, he felt a bit nosy yeah, but there was a part of him that wasn't at all concerned, it was Gilbert after all, he could be worrying about anything and everything at once. He is a panicky person after all.

"What should I do…?" Oz hears Gilbert mutter to himself, the 24-year-old sounded troubled.

As though he was sharing the same thoughts that Oz had just gone through, the blonde-teen shook his head at the idea, it was just no way. Gilbert probably didn't see him than nothing more than a 16-year-old that needed to be babysat.

"What if he runs away?" Oz hears Gilbert state to himself once again, and he frowns at that sudden odd sentence.

Gilbert really does make him sound like an immature child. But why would he run away from Gilbert? Unless the security guard wanted to play tag then yeah, he would run.

Pulling his ear away from the door, he shakes his head wildly about. 'Am I an immature child? Is that how Gilbert sees me as?' His thoughts scream frantically inside his head. He was caught by the security guard playing in the flower beds with Alice; he does pull pranks on Gil on daily basis, only for a laugh yeah. But it was still pretty immature…Maybe it was those things that probably made Gilbert view him as a child…Or maybe…It was something else…

'What if it's the way I dress…?' Oz suddenly thought as he looks back over his shoulder towards the body length mirror on the other side of the room. His choice in clothing does seem a bit…Out there then what any normal human being would wear, but that's just his fashion sense; the clothes he's wearing now are comfortable for him. It's what gives him confidence.

'Then what is it about me that Gilbert finds immature…?' Oz states to himself. He really didn't know why he suddenly feared what Gilbert thought of him, he was 16, maybe that's why Oz was feeling so defensive about this situation. But the thought of Gilbert looking at him as though he was merely a child, made him unusually angry.

Suddenly Oz couldn't take the negative thoughts swirling around his own brain and he flung the door open wide. Revealing a pacing Gil on the other side, who instantly ceases his frantic movements and halts right in front of the door with a nervous expression on his face. And right away, Oz feared that Gilbert was thinking exactly how he was just thinking just seconds ago. Gilbert really did view him as an immature teenager.

And that's why Oz glares at Gilbert intently, his emerald eyes narrow up at Gilbert's surprised looking eyes and he abruptly turns his head away. "Good morning." He deadpans emotionlessly as he begins striding down the hallway. Oz wanted to shake his head and apologize for the tone of his voice—which was harsh and laced with anger—right after he just said it.

'If Gilbert doesn't think of me as a child, he certainly will now by the way I'm acting…' Oz thought, he just couldn't do anything right…

"G-good morning…Oz…" Gilbert replies nervously. Did Oz just glare at him? Was it his pacing that got him agitated? Did he annoy him? Gilbert quickly takes Oz's side in the hallway and clears his throat. "H-how did you sleep?" Gilbert tries for a casual carefree conversation.

Oz rolls his eyes. 'Really? Small talk? Does he seriously think I'm that immature to not have a decent and civilized conversation?' Oz silently growls under his breath at that thought and quickly he tilts his head up in confidence. "I slept well. A bit of tossing and turning but that's only because I was hot and uncomfortable." That was a big fat lie, but he didn't want to tell Gilbert that he actually stayed up all night thinking about him. So instead he glances over his shoulder and up at Gilbert. "And how did you sleep Gilbert?" Oz asks calmly.

Gilbert really didn't understand why Oz kept glaring at him, maybe he did annoy him with his pacing, maybe Oz thought that he was telling him to hurry with his pacing? Well that wasn't good.

Gilbert clears his throat and sighs heavily, trying to put on an air of confidence that Oz always carried with him. "I slept fine. Woke up a bit too early though and couldn't go back to sleep after that." He admits with a light chuckle.

"That's too bad." Oz replies. Taking longer strides down the hallway and down the stairs, hearing the footsteps of Gilbert not too far behind him.

They fall into uncomfortable silence after they both realize that small talk, isn't really all that entertaining. They both felt the need to break the silence, but with the way Oz seemed so nonchalant, Gilbert just couldn't break the silence. The awkward silence was the exact opposite of what they are usually accustomed to when being with each other.

So it left Oz wondering…Did he say something to Gilbert last night that made him feel more uncomfortable than usual? Maybe he does speak his mind too much, but that's only because he felt the need to let Gilbert know exactly what he was thinking and feeling. But still…It left Oz with more questions because of it.

'So then WHY did I feel something last night? Was it only me…?' Oz thought, wanting to desperately turn around and smack Gilbert, just for the sake of him sending him mixed signals. But that would make him look more like an immature child.

"O-Oz?" Gilbert squeaks from behind Oz. He noticed that the teen had stopped striding and was now taking slower steps down the stairs, as though he was about to fall down the stairs, or just sit down and give up with the menial task.

Oz whips his head over his shoulder and narrows his eyes at Gilbert. "Yes?" He answers, his voice serious.

Gilbert didn't like that tone of voice at all, it just wasn't Oz, what was troubling him? Was it because of last night? Was he the one reading the signals wrong?

Gil wrings his hands together and looks away from the blonde. "N-nothing…I thought…You were getting tired of walking down the stairs." He replies, inwardly hitting himself upside the head for sounding like a complete idiot.

"I am tired." Oz states bluntly. "You won't carry me though, would you?" He suggests, stopping in front of Gil with a curious head tilt.

Gilbert blushes at the image, and shakes his head. As much as he liked the idea, he just couldn't. He could. But he decided that in order for his plan to succeed, touching Oz was out of the question. "I'll trip, I don't trust myself." He lies.

That was merely a test, and Oz didn't like the answer, usually Gilbert would scowl at him, at the idea of it all and quickly answer with a serious "no". But Gilbert this time, merely shook his head and quickly looked away. As though he was embarrassed at such a thought. Gilbert should be used to his teasing by now, but was that such a good thing? Maybe all this teasing, made Gilbert view him as such a child?

Glaring down at the stairs as though it was the stairs fault for everything, he quickly turns around and practically runs down the stairs. "Fine." He states over his shoulder before he left.

Gilbert stands further behind him, watching as Oz quickly bounces down the steps to further the distance between them. Something was obviously troubling Oz, was it him? He just didn't understand the teenager at all!

With a heavy sigh, Gilbert finally walks down the steps and shoves both his hands in his pockets, but just as he was about to take the last step, he instantly freezes and holds his hands out straight, for many days—practically weeks, Oz would run down the stairs and wait for him at the bottom, just for the fact that the blonde wanted to trip him on his last step—which he succeeded in doing for many days now—but when Gilbert takes his last step, and expected to be falling by now and be teased up and down the walls by Oz saying how he was "so predictable" and so "clumsy". He's met with nothing, no Oz lingering around the corner with a mischievous expression, no rope around his ankles, and no new bruises on his elbows and knees. Instead, he's met with Oz staring at him with a serious expression and accusatory eyes.

"What took you so long?" Oz states, turning back around and heading towards the front doors of the dorm building.

Gilbert wrinkles his brow in confusion. Oz usually pranked him first thing in the morning, Oz usually greets him with a bright smile on top of that, and Oz usually waits for him with patience. But now, it was the exact opposite. 'What is wrong with him…? I can't help but feel like it's all my fault. Even though I did nothing wrong…' Gilbert thought, striding down the hallway to quickly take Oz's side before he left him completely. 'Did I do something wrong…?'

3:00

It was now time for the patients to write inside their journals, and as Oz did on many occasions, he makes a beeline down the hallways to his usual sitting spot inside the hospital. With his love-seat just in sight, he could already feel the sunlight that streamed in through the opened window, warm his skin. Oz takes quicker steps, until he's standing just in front of the love-seat with his journal in hand, he sighs at the sight of rain clouds overhead instead of the sun, but he shrugs it off. It can't be sunny every day. As he sits down in his usual spot at the side of the couch, he gets himself comfortable.

And as usual, Gilbert is just a few steps behind him.

But for once, Gilbert is not saying a word, and keeping his distance away from him. Which was a bad sign…But maybe it was better this way? Maybe this is how Gilbert wanted it to be? Without an immature nuisance annoying him all day?

Oz felt his face fall to a sad frown as he stares hopelessly lost at his journal, which wasn't even opened yet on his lap but left closed and seemingly untouched. Was it truly only him who felt something between them? Was he the one reading all the signs and signals wrong? Did he make himself look completely easy in the eyes of Gilbert ever since they first met? He wasn't practically throwing himself at Gilbert's feet, but he did feel like a fool now. Maybe it was just him…Oz shakes his head and hangs his head in between his knees; he didn't want to talk right now, especially with Gilbert. Not when he just finally realizes that he's been making a fool out of himself, thinking that maybe Gilbert felt the same way about him. God, did he feel like an idiot.

"Oz…Are you okay…?" He hears Gilbert ask, concern easily detectable in his tone.

And oh, how Oz wanted to just grab Gilbert and hug the life out of him for that completely pitiful sounding tone of voice.

But instead of listening to that thought, he sighs heavily and shakes his head. "No…" Oz answers truthfully.

Gilbert blinks in surprise; he didn't actually think he would get an answer out of the teen. Hell, he didn't think Oz was still listening to him. He thought he was going to be ignored all day…Well, technically he was ignored all day by the blonde-haired teenager. So with Oz answering him, he already felt a lot better and just a tad bit relieved.

Gil worries his lip with his teeth, should he push it and ask if he can take a seat next to Oz? Or should he just stand for the time being and try for more small talk? Small talk didn't go anywhere today, and he really liked the fact that Oz just answered a question that he asked. So maybe Oz this morning felt like he needed some distance, some time to himself for the day. But being ignored all day by Oz was torture for Gilbert. He really wanted to talk to Oz, about anything at all. As long as Oz talked to him, if Oz can just look at him, he would feel a hundred times better.

"Can I…Sit with you…?" Gilbert asks timidly, already regretting asking his question. He didn't want to scare Oz away so soon, not when he was finally speaking to him.

"Go ahead." Oz replies, his face still tucked within his propped up knees, he was a bit surprised that Gilbert would willingly want to sit beside him after ignoring him all day and keeping his distance from him. But then again, maybe Gil was just tired. He did say he woke up early that morning.

Gilbert quickly nods his head and carefully, quietly, takes timid steps towards the loveseat, and finally sits down on the opposite side of the couch next to Oz, making sure to leave enough space between them as much as possible, but with the way the loveseat was made, it made it virtualy impossible, if Gilbert so much as pivoted to the left, his hip would be touching Oz's booted feet, so squirming more to the side and practically digging his hip into the armrest of the couch, Gilbert made sure that nothing was touching Oz.

The atmosphere around them is uncomfortable, as it had been all day. But this time, Gilbert felt the need to break the silence. Not with small talk either, he really wanted to know what was wrong with Oz. He's been quiet all day. It was starting to worry him.

"Oz is something…Wrong…?" Gilbert finally asks after five minutes of silence. 'Did I do something wrong, Oz?'

Oz shakes his head. But then nods soon after. "I don't know…" Oz answers, he didn't know what to say, should he just tell Gilbert how he felt? Should he ask Gilbert if he only viewed him as a child? Both of those conversations are too private, too strong with emotion…And Oz didn't know how to control his emotions. They spiral out of control. The mere thought of it made him dizzy.

"Do you…Wanna…Talk? Or do you…" Gilbert didn't know what to say, he wanted Oz to talk to him about his problems, but from what happened yesterday, maybe Oz was the type of person to not talk about his feelings? Gilbert really didn't like that idea, but maybe it was true.

Oz finally peels his face away from his bare knees to stare hopelessly up at Gilbert's concerned golden eyes. "Gilbert, for the longest time now, I—"

"—Good afternooooon kiddiiiiies!"

Both Gilbert and Oz groan aloud in disdain.

Break pouts and crosses his arms over his chest. "I just made my appearance! And already you two can't stand me!" Break whines as he falls to the floor and folds his legs together. "Why so sullen Oz?" Break asks with a smile, easily reading the teenager's uncomfortable body language, did he interrupt something private? Oh, how juicy.

Oz narrows his eyes down at the odd therapist sitting in the middle of the floor and quirks an eyebrow. "Don't sound so happy…" He replies sardonically.

Break waves the remark away with a hand as he rolls on the floor and onto his stomach as he kicks his legs in the air. "And Gilbert, why do you look so lost? Trouble in paradise you two?" He asks, chuckling lightly at the annoyed and frustrated expressions of the two.

"Shouldn't you be…I don't know…Working?" Gilbert deadpans, folding his leg over the other as he crosses his arms over his stomach.

Break pouts. "Why are you two so meeeeean todaaaaay?" Break complains, kicking his legs wildly about behind him as he gesticulates madly in the air with his long sleeves covered over his hands.

"I need to use the bathroom." Oz suddenly announces to Break and Gilbert as he rises up from the couch, but before he leaves, he turns and smiles small over his shoulder at Gil. "I'll be back, okay?" He states quietly.

But Break catches the hushed words easily, and couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at the statement; he so obviously did interrupt something.

Gilbert nods his head and sits upright on the couch. "I can go with—"

"—No, I'm fine. I'll be back soon anyways." Oz states with a smile, finally turning around to step over Break and walks down the hallway without a second glance back.

Gilbert watches Oz leave, and when the blonde-haired boy was out of view, he sighs heavily in frustration. Today just wasn't the day to bring up the whole, friendship, relationship, dilemma that they were in. It just wasn't his day at all come to think of it.

Break finally gets up from the floor, not before patting down his pants, and walks over to the love-seat to plop himself down on the other side of the couch. "So? What's the matter between you and Oz? He sure seemed…Troubled." Break comments, quirking an eyebrow towards Gil, who only looks away guiltily.

Now interested because of that reaction, Break smirks and leans back on the armrest behind him. "What did Gil do now?" Break sighs dramatically.

Gilbert bristles. "I didn't do anything!" He hisses. "He just…Didn't have a good sleep, that's all. Maybe he's stressed out about the hospital." Gilbert states, but then shakes his head, his wild black hair flipping about with the movement. "And besides, he barely managed to let his sister, Ada, leave yesterday…Maybe he's homesick as well…?" Gilbert suggests, mostly to himself as a way to make himself feel better.

But Gil knew better than to think that those were the reasons why Oz was so…Distant today. Maybe it was a few of those things, but he had a feeling that something else was up with Oz.

Break hums lightly at the suggestion, and tilts his head to the side, his pure white banes falling over the side of his face. "But what do you think is the problem with Oz?"

Gilbert wrinkles his brow in confusion, before his eyes fall to the floor with a sad sigh escaping his lips. "Maybe…It's me…." He answers truthfully.

"And why would you think it's you?" Break asks quickly.

"Because…Recently I've been…" Gilbert quickly shuts his mouth after that, finally noticing that he's been talking much too openly and freely with Break as though they were the best of friends in the world. What Gilbert was about to say was that he's been developing feelings for Oz for quite a while now, and if he had just said that, and with Break being his higher up and all, then surely, he would be fired on the spot for even attempting on having a relationship with a patient.

So with a deep intake of air, Gilbert lies. "I've been thinking about…How you should let Oz out this coming Saturday. To visit his sister or something. I can escort him as well, if you do let him out that is." Gilbert replies.

Break frowns, that wasn't what Gilbert was going to say, but he wasn't about to push, it's better for the client to realize their problems, without the help of the therapist pushing for answers to his questions.

So instead, with a bright smile, he quickly gets up from the loveseat. "That's a great idea Gil! I'll go write out the release forums now. Just for a day yes?"

Gilbert quickly nods his head with surprise. "U-uh, yeah! He would like that."

"Great! Come see me once Oz returns from the bathroom! Tah-tah!" Break waves his good bye and merrily skips down the hall.

Not ten seconds later. Gilbert hears Break's annoying voice shouting down the hall.

"Sharon-chaaan!"

"Aah! Break! Don't sneak up on me!" Gilbert hears the strawberry-blonde nurse, Sharon Rainsworth, squeak from further down the hall.

Gilbert rolls his eyes at the Japanese honorific Break was so accustomed to using for Sharon. He heard that Sharon always wanted to travel to Japan, but he hadn't expected that Break knew about this as well, and thus, Break always used the honorific "Chan" for Sharon.

"Well that was easy…" Gilbert whispers to himself. He hadn't actually thought Break would go along with that idea, but now that he did, he could tell Oz the great news and he would be able to see Oz smiling soon once again. 'I hope he comes back soon…It's already 15 after 3.' Gilbert thought, checking his wrist watch before sliding more comfortably on the couch.

Inside the bathroom stall located further in the back of the hospital, Oz stood with his hands on either side of the sink, facing the mirror. With a deep exhale of breath, he stares at the stranger in the reflection.

"Where in the world do you belong?" Oz asks the stranger staring right back at him. His emerald eyes unseeing and unemotional, his hair askew and messy, his skin pale, his lips rosy, if Oz didn't know any better, he would say he was getting sick.

"Like…Love sick?" Oz states, he shakes his head fast before he buries his face in the water that filled the sink below him. He runs his hands through the water and splashes it over his face, then runs his wet hands through his messy hair to comb it back. As he rises out of the sink, he pulls the plug and drains the cool water.

"Here you go."

"Thank you." Oz thanks as he grabs the towel out from the outstretched hand behind him. As he rubs his face, he screams in fright and spins fast on his heel to face the culprit that snuck up behind him.

And he's face with the familiar face of Vincent Nightray, who was smiling right at him with his head tilted to the side with innocence. "I didn't mean to scare you Oz." He announces politely.

"Geez Vincent…" Oz mutters, small smile on his face. "You really did scare me…Thank you for the towel though." He thanks with a grin as he wipes the last few drops away from his chin, then he quirks an eyebrow up at the long blonde-haired man standing before him. "What are you doing in here? Did you need to get to the sink?" Oz asks, quickly taking a step to the side to make room for Vincent, he hadn't even heard him come in, nor did he see him pass by.

Vincent only shakes his head with a light chuckle. "No, I was just…Hiding from the nurses." Vincent replies, sighing lightly under his breath before looking back to Oz with a small smile. "They aren't allowed to step in through the boy's bathroom." He informs Oz who had raised an eyebrow up at him in question. "And it's a good thing they don't have male nurses, or else hiding in the bathrooms would be futile." He chuckles lightly once again.

Oz merely smiles at the little tid-bit of information. "So where are you heading off to?" He asks casually as he leans against the sink behind him.

Vincent shrugs a shoulder—making the movement seem flawless in Oz's eyes—as he runs a hand through his hair with a huff. "I don't know actually, I wanted to go to the library, but many of the nurses are probably already in there waiting for my arrival."

"Ah. I see." Oz says with a nod of his head. "You can come with me to the loveseat." He suggests with a smile.

He and Vincent have spent most of their journaling days together, talking about various things and the possibility of when he and Vincent could get together some time to just hang out, so Vincent knew perfectly well what Oz was talking about when he suggested "the loveseat".

"It's only me and Gilbert there anyways…And…I would really like the company right now." Oz mutters quietly.

Vincent could barely hear the last of Oz's sentence when he lowered his voice to almost a whisper. But when the words finally registered in his head, he couldn't help but lift a delicate eyebrow at the suggestion. "But you said Gil was with you, don't you two usually talk?"

'Unless they have already begun arguing?' Vincent thought with hope seeping in through his body.

Oz shrugs as he looks down to the floor. "I…I've come to the conclusion that Gilbert merely looks are me like I'm an immature child, so I've been ignoring him today…I guess that doesn't help at all huh?" He states with a disheartened smile.

Vincent shakes his head. "No, that doesn't help prove the point that you're mature." Vincent declares. He takes a few steps forward to stand directly in front of Oz with a smirk plastered across his face. "But want to know the secret on how to prove to someone that you have matured?"

Oz's eyes light up with hope easily detectable in his expression as he quickly nods his head vigorously. "Oh yes! I would like to know the secret!" He exclaims excitedly as he leans his head further towards Vincent.

Vincent hides away his sadistic smile behind a cheerful mask as he leans down closer towards the blonde-haired teenager. "Well, all you have to do is test him."

Oz wrinkles his brow in confusion. "How would I do that?" He whispers.

Vincent smiles joyfully. "You prove to him that you can be happy, and safe, without him being at your side."

"That's hard." Oz declares, sighing heavily. "Especially since he's my bodyguard." He mutters in derision.

Vincent shakes his head with a sad sigh. "Ah yes, I forgot he was your assigned body guard…" He states, humming under his breath, until he flicks a finger in the air with a look of realization dawning on his handsome features. "But I think I got the solution." Vincent states happily.

Oz grins widely and claps his hand together with joy. "What do you have in mind Vincent?" He asks excitedly.

Vincent lowers his upper body closer towards the blonde teen—despising himself all the more—as he gently brushes his knuckles across the soft skin of Oz's cheek with a smirk.

Oz instantly flinches at the soft caress as his face breaks out in a light blush. No one showed this type of…Intimacy towards him, his body felt light as well as his head, when Vincent then lightly stroked the bottom of his lip by a gentle brush of his thumb, his shivered and stared wide eyed up at Vincent. Even Gilbert never touched him this way, the mere thought of it probably made Gil uncomfortable. So why was Vincent showing this side of familiarity with him when he and Gilbert knew each other much better than he and Vincent knew each other?

"Why not come back with me to the library? So you can show him that you do not need him at your side at all times…Just to make him see that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself…?" Vincent states, quickly backing up from the blushing blonde with a soft smile on his lips.

Oz runs his tongue over his bottom lip as he averts his nervous gaze to the floor. Vincent sure is smart. And handsome at that…He had charisma, and an air about him that made Oz feel…Well…Special, and mature. Vincent was the one who lifted his spirits. Vincent was the one that came to him in a time of need and wasn't afraid to speak his mind at all, unlike his elder brother, who was more timid with him than Vincent was. Not only that but…Vincent was being so nice to him, sure Gilbert was always kind to him, and he was nice…When he wanted to be, some days Gil could be such a grouch. But Vincent, he just had this charm about him. And no one showed this type of intimacy with him, no one ever showed Oz what it felt like to feel so…Shy, but confident all at the same time.

And his father…His father was never nice to him. But Vincent is always nice to him…And the way he's looking at him now, made Oz wonder what else Vincent was capable of showing him.

So Oz found no flaw in Vincent's plan. It was brilliant.

So with a bright smile flitting across his features, Oz looks back up and nods his head. "I would like to." He agrees as he turns back around to lay the towel down on the dry rim of the sink. But before he turned back around, Oz stood in front of the mirror and smiled back at his reflection. 'You have great people surrounding you Oz, the least you could do is smile.' He told himself, as he ran his hands through his hair and untangled that knots he himself made while sweeping his hair back with his damp hands.

Behind him, Vincent stood with a soft smile on his face, but inside, behind his mask, was the sadistic and eager smile of a predator. 'This boy…Is much too easy to manipulate…Such damage has been inflicted on him, both emotionally and physically…So what else is he capable of showing me? What else would he be willing to prove for me?' He couldn't help it, but he ran his tongue over his lips at the thought. He had many woman, and men, bed with him. And they were much too easy, why so easy, he merely had to smile at the whores of both genders, and they would fall at his feet and were willing to do anything for him if he merely beckoned or called. But this boy, he had a feeling that this boy would be more of a challenge. And that to Vincent, made him want to stay, to heal, to mold and bend this boy to his will, and build him up, just so he can have the satisfaction of watching him fall and crumble to the ground into a pile of nothing at his feet.

Vincent soon blinks out of his morbid thoughts once he realizes that he's been staring into the mirror and looking straight at Oz the entire time the boy was fixing and combing his hair with his hands. And when he focuses his attention more accurately, the boy, Oz, looks at the exact same time and locks eyes with him. And Vincent felt a shiver run through his body when he notices just how bright green, and how…Vulnerable the boy's eyes seemed to look. As though the boy truly believed that there was no good left in the world, and that everything around him, was caving in. The boy was proving to be quite entertaining to look at.

"Afraid" Was the song that inspired me for this chapter by "The Neighbourhood" Seriously guys, listen to this song while you read this and have it on repeat...Well whatever you guys prefer. But sorry for the wait guys, usually i update daily but now that I'm done work, you might have to wait for a while now...I'm sorry! I love you guys though! Hope you like this chapter!