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I know what your thinking..."Took you long enough" and yes, I know, that was a long wait and i'm sorry!

Chapter 12: Lies.

-With Vincent showing a side that even Oz has never bore witness to in anyone before, what will he do? And how will Gilbert react to this if he finds out?-

3:30 P.M

Oz still wasn't back.

And that made Gilbert nervous, and slightly worried. Why was Oz taking so long? Was he goofing off somewhere just so he didn't have to write in his journal? That wasn't like Oz at all. If he was given a task to do, then Oz would try his hardest to succeed in the task, not run away from it.

Not only that, but the blonde seemed very adamant in listening to Sharon's instructions, the rules, and the punishments that come with being late for group activities and therapy sessions.

'So then why is he taking long?' Asked a little voice in the back of Gilbert's head, that made him get up from the couch and grab Oz's journal in haste.

"I'm going." He announced to no one in particular as he slid away from the couch and walked down the halls.

Heading to the nearest rest room.

But as he made it to the rest room and called for Oz from the doorway, and heard not a single person inside, he moved onto the next one. Which rest room would Oz go to?

Inside the library, with Vincent sitting next to him inside a small couch—that looked so much like his love-seat back in the little corner of the hospital—Oz looks back up towards the window and notices that the rain has begun to fall, when he saw little trickles of water pouring down the glass, he then smiles lightly when he hears the faint sound of rumbling thunder in the distance.

"I rather like the rain." Oz voices aloud as he lays his head back on the arm rest of the couch and slides one leg, his left leg, off of the couch as he props his right leg on the back rest of the black leather couch. When he flicks his eyes over to Vincent, who is sitting not too far away from his booted feet, he notices just how bright blonde the man's hair seemed to look. And that's when Vincent tilts his head up and rests the back of his head on the couch, letting his long hair fall and spread across the head rest.

The couch is what made Vincent's hair stand out so vibrantly, so bright in color and looking so absolutely perfect to touch and run his fingers through. Oz had to blink away those thoughts…Running his fingers through someone else's hair was out of the question—especially since this was Ada's boyfriend he was picturing and fantasizing about.

Oz hadn't really hadn't given much thought to Ada before, especially when Oz was in the rest room, with Vincent whispering so close in his face and running his hands over his cheeks and lips, he finally realizes that he didn't think about Ada at all during that time. He was only thinking about the fact that it was only him and Vincent. Alone together.

And that was bad.

Wasn't there someone else to fantasize and blush over?

Yes there was. Gilbert.

Vincent's older brother.

This was Vincent after all, Ada's boyfriend, and Gilbert's younger brother Oz was thinking about. And it was wrong on so many levels—especially because Oz was attracted to Gilbert, Oz had a crush on Gilbert. And not Vincent.

So he shouldn't be thinking about someone else right now, but focusing his attention on the person that he actually had feelings for.

But…

Vincent was the only one who took the time to give him some helpful advice and some few encouraging words, and Vincent was the one who made him feel—and as corny and as cheesy as this sounds but—special, he also felt wanted.

But those feelings were wrong to have, especially since this was your sister's boyfriend you're thinking about. And your crushes younger brother.

'I'm directing my attention on someone else…And that is bad…But it feels so…what's the word?' Oz thought, wrinkling his brow in confusion. 'Tempting...? No...Scandalous?'

"What's with the look Oz?"

Oz blinks out of his thoughts and flicks his eyes back to Vincent's expression, seeing him smile right at him with amusement sparkling in his beautiful mix-matched eyes. His eyes truly are beautiful, and so unique.

Oz smiles right back at Vincent and shakes his head. "I guess I'm over thinking things again." He admits, shrugging his shoulders.

Vincent nods his head. "I tended to do that myself when I was your age. But your much more mature than what Gilbert gives you credit for."

Oz's heart starts to hammer inside his chest when he feels Vincent's hand ghosting its way up the skin of his shin and all the up the knee. And being the perfect gentleman that Oz knew Vincent was, his hand stays on his knee and does not go anywhere further up.

Vincent gives Oz a sideways smirk as he drums his fingers over Oz's knee. "You see? Not once did you lash out or demand that I take my hands away. Composing yourself, and thinking logically is what makes you mature Oz. And if my older brother doesn't see that, then what exactly does he see you as?"

Oz quickly shoots his eyes guiltily to the floor as he worries his lip in between his teeth, what does Gilbert think of him as? What does Gilbert see him as?

"But don't worry Oz." Vincent pipes up, his voice light and cheery.

Oz looks back over to Vincent with hopeful eyes.

"My brother has always been the slow one. But once he realizes that standing before him, is a mature adult, he will start treating you how you deserve to be treated. So don't fret." Vincent remarks, shaking Oz's leg with a smile.

Oz gently smiles as he looks back up to the rain, and watches it as it hits against the window in small and very faint taping sounds. "I hope so. He really is a good guy. He's also my best friend…So I'm hoping he stops treating me like a child…" Oz whispers lightly as he raises his hand over his head, and imagines himself reaching for the hand of Gilbert. If Gilbert could float, Oz imagined that Gilbert wouldn't stray too far away from his side. Only because he was that good of a body guard to him…And not only that, but the thought of a floating Gil made Oz chuckle under his breath, because most likely, the body guard would look completely terrified if he did start floating in mid-air and he would then demand that someone help him down as he starts to get teary eyed. Now that was a pleasant thought, a teary eyed Gil. So adorable.

Oz sits up with a lurch as he smiles brightly at Vincent, who looks back to him with a quirked eyebrow. "Thank you so much for the advice Vincent. I think I'll find Gilbert now." He announces as he slides his legs over the couch and plants his boots onto the floor, but before he leaves, he turns around with a grin and waves back to Vincent. "I'll see you later!" He states jovially as he starts to jog out of the reading area of the library, which was situated in the very back of the library, hidden away between four book shelves, he jumps pass a stack of books and nearly bangs his nose into someone's chest as he rounds a sharp left hand corner.

"Wah!"

"Geez!"

Both surprised individuals state in unison, and once they do, they both look at one another in surprise.

"Oz?" Gilbert wrinkles his brow in confusion.

"Gil!" Oz states in surprise, before he schools his expression and smiles up at his bodyguard. "W'sup? Are you looking for me?" He asks with a curious head tilt.

Gilbert scowls down at him and puts both his hands on his hips, trying to look intimidating.

Only succeeding in looking like a scolding Sharon Rainworth with the way he stood in front of Oz.

"Damn right I was looking for you! It's passed 3:30!" He states, frowning down at the boy, who merely looks down to his shoes as he glances over his shoulder with worried eyes.

Looking as though he wanted to say something, or he's looking for help of some kind.

'Was there someone else with him? Is that why he skipped?' Gilbert thought, brow wrinkling in displeasure at the thought, who exactly could Oz be hanging out with, without himself knowing?

"I was…" Oz trails off, not knowing whether to say that he was with Vincent, or lie and merely say that he wanted to see the rain fall and rest in the library. Both were the truth, to a certain extent…But if Oz told the security guard that he was with Vincent, his brother, would Gilbert suspect something else…?

Oz shakes his head and smiles brightly up at his bodyguard, that was the last thing Oz wanted, was for Gilbert to suspect that he was going and fooling around with Vincent on the sly. And he definitely didn't want to argue either. "I was looking for my favorite novel series…I guess I got too excited after reading the latest novel yesterday, that I tried reading the other one today but…I lost track of time." Oz lies, putting his head down as he worries his lip between his teeth. Would Gil know he was lying? Would he suspect him?

Gilbert cocks an eyebrow down at the nervous looking teenager and crosses his arms firmly over his chest. Oz was behaving…Well to be frank, weird. Nervous in a way that it seemed very suspicious, as though he was doing something behind his back, something that needed investigating, but Gilbert would be damned if he ever questioned Oz about it, he was finally standing in front of Oz, without Oz arguing and glaring at him every chance he got.

He didn't want Oz glaring at him again. Not when he was finally acting a little more like himself at the moment.

So with a long exhale of frustrated breath, he drops his crossing arms to his sides as he scratches at the side of his face. "Fine. Whatever." Gilbert states, looking away, and failing to notice the relieved expression on Oz. "But don't run off like that again. I was looking everywhere for you." The security guard quickly looks back down to Oz, then plucks two of his fingers into Oz's sleeve and urges him forward. "Let's go." He states, smiling small down at the blonde-haired boy as he takes his hand away, turns, and walks ahead.

Oz smiles happily as he quickly takes Gilbert's side inside the library, "What's after this Gil?"

"Expressive Therapy."

"Awww!" Oz whines, "I don't like that session! All I have to do is sit there, and do nothing at all for a good half an hour, as I listen to other people do all the talking! I'm literally dying in that class!"

"Too bad. You're going. It's part of your rehabilitation process."

"Yeah, yeah…But I'm not dependent on drugs! So why am I still here?"

"I don't know! Ask Break that!" Gilbert shouts, finally losing his patience with the whining brat.

Still sitting in the spot where Oz has left him, Vincent relaxes into the cushions of the couch further and groans lightly under his breath as his back cracks in several places as soon as he stretches out on the small love-seat in the corner of the library, which was situated further in the back and hidden away from prying eyes by the help of four large book cases stacked on every side of the comfortable reading area.

Oz was proving to be quite entertaining, Oz was much too manipulative, easy, and so vulnerable that it was laughable. The boy must've went through hell when he was growing up, what kinds of conditions the boy has suffered through, only God knows what, and Vincent merely shrugged at this thought. Nothing could've been worse than what he and his brother were forced to endure, the boy wouldn't even be alive if he had gone through what Gilbert and himself had gone through, so there was absolutely no sympathy from Vincent.

But then a thought occurred to him, was Oz more damaged than what Vincent had in mind? If so, than that would put a strain on his plans, it would take a lot more one-on-one time with Oz, for the blonde boy to be able to trust and open up to him.

But then again, if Oz wasn't at all severely mentally damaged as Vincent thought he was, then it would only take Vincent a couple more pep talks and few more encouraging words with Oz, that would make the boy trust him completely. Then his plan could fully commence after that.

As Vincent lays his blonde head down on the arm rest of the couch, and with his chin slightly propped up, he flicks his eyes over to where he thought he saw movement in the corner of the bookshelf, he saw a fleeting figure, and a dark shadow from the other side, most likely, someone was being nosy and peeking in through the crevice of the bookshelves.

'The person isn't at all trying to be discreet. They're intentionally trying to get my attention.' Vincent states inside his head with a passionate roll of his eyes.

"Show yourself." Vincent states easily, narrowing his eyes when the see's the figure flicker in front of the crevice of the bookshelves. "I see you every time I am here…Its beginning to make me wonder, who could possibly be stalking me?"

"Please." Scoffs a voice from the other side, and sure enough, when out he steps from around the corner, to stand with his hip cocked to the side and a hand propped up on the bookshelf beside him, Vincent knew instantly who it was by the mere sound of his disgusted sounding tone of voice.

Xerxes Break stood with a displeased look on his facial expression as he leans further onto the bookshelf. His bright white banes falling over one side of his face, as his piercing red eye bore a hole into Vincent's skull. "I would never stoop so low as to stalk someone of your caliber; I'd rather allow my right eye to plucked out from its socket."

"I can arrange that if you like." Vincent states with a chilling smile. "Or I could do it myself."

Break quirks an eyebrow as he steps into the reading area, ignoring that little remark with ease, Vincent was always such a drama queen, "What are you doing with Oz?" Break questions, getting straight down to the point.

Vincent was next to cock a delicate eyebrow up at the therapist and or Doctor, as he rolls over and lays on his back. "Whatever do you mean? You make me sound as though—"

"—you're using him for your own personal gain?" Break interjects, and when he turns his suspicious gleaming eye over to Vincent, never in his life has he ever felt a glare so malicious or damning in his many years of counselling and treating patients.

He felt a shiver run down his spine with the glare he's receiving from Vincent, but with the way he stood, with his head held high in confidence and with an air of authority surrounding him, he takes two precious steps forward and bends down to hover over Vincent's glaring face, with a smile of his own.

"Did I hit a nerve Vincent Nightray?" Break states with a smile.

"I'm not doing anything to him." Vincent practically spits in Break's face. "I'm listening to him. Something that no one has ever gave him the pleasure of receiving." Vincent states, scowling expression turned upwards and into Break's smiling expression above.

Break tilts his head to the side and smirks down at Vincent below him. "I'm hearing anger, but with a hint of dramatics, you're lying to me Vincent Nightray. I don't know what you're trying to gain out of Oz Vesslius, but as long as Gilbert is around him. Your plan will never succeed. And as long as I am around, leave the counselling to me. You'll only corrupt Oz." Break declares, he shoots Vincent one last joyful smile, before he turns and heads off into the direction of his office, his back tense and his shoulders aching, his scowl was etched perfectly on his pale featured face.

How he hated dealing with the likes of Vincent Nightray, merely for the fact that he was exactly like Oz, only more dangerous, annoying, and so very cunning. Vincent would stoop to many lows, just to achieve something, just to make his scheming plans a success, and that to Break, was dirty. He was a rat in sheep's clothing.

And never before had Break felt the need to protect another.

Oz was his patient, his most troublesome and challenging patient he ever had, and if Break was going to help him, he was going to give it his all to help Oz and treat his problems, and if someone, anyone, ever got in his way of achieving those goals, hell was to be paid.

And Vincent Nightray was a troublesome character indeed.

A worthy opponent, but just what was it that Vincent was scheming now? What more could the man possibly want? To manipulate? To break?

Oz was his patient, and Break would be Goddamned if someone was to ever hinder his project.

'I mustn't tell Gilbert that Vincent is now scheming, that would cause trouble for both Oz and Gilbert, only because Gilbert would be too busy trying to subdue and control his brother, that he wouldn't keep an eye on Oz as often as his job requires him to do. And that would look bad on his part as Oz's bodyguard, I can't tell Oz about Vincent's plans either, I cannot get involved in a patient's life, more-so than I already am and what is completely necessary. It's questionable…But no one said that I can't be a friend to a patient.' Break thought, a frown easing its way across his pale featured face as he growls in frustration to himself. He would be spending a lot more time with Gilbert and Oz as of now.

Oh, how he hated Vincent Nightray.

"Sewer rat." Break hisses between clenched teeth as he disappears out of the doors of the library.

5:45 P.M

Oz slings a towel over his shoulder as he double checks inside his duffle bag, which is full of showering supplies and extra change of clothes. Once he un-zips the small hand held bag, the first thing he's greeted with, was the sight of his purple loofah. He makes sure his shampoo is tucked neatly away inside the bag, before he nods and heads towards his door inside the in-patient dorm room building.

He stops and stands, noticing a dark shadow coming from underneath the door. He smiles. Gilbert was always there, waiting patiently for him.

In just a little over two hours, things fell back to its normal pace between him and Gilbert, Oz had apologized to him shortly after their departure of the library, and had lied to Gilbert…Again…Just to let Gilbert know that he wasn't mad at him, he just had a lot of things going on lately that he felt a tad bit stressed, which was true in a way, but the fact was that he still felt a bit nervous and uncharacteristically scared that Gilbert only viewed him as an immature teenager.

But he couldn't exactly ask Gilbert if he really only views him as such, all he could do was listen to the advice that Vincent had given him, and his advice was for him to wait it out, and prove to Gilbert that he was in fact mature, by showing Gilbert that he can be happy and safe without him having him by his side 24/7.

And he already had a plan in mind to prove such a thing.

Because really, he was a 16-year-old boy, he was smart, intelligent to the point where it scared others of such a teenager having so much knowledge; and he was very careful and kept a close eye to those around him, that he was pretty much capable of taking care of himself. He did it before when growing up, he had to be strong and take care of himself while both his sister and his father were away for long periods of time, and that was when he was only 9-years of age. But now at sixteen, he knew that he could successfully prove to Gilbert that he can take care of himself, and watch over himself. And that would make Gilbert think that he wasn't just some troublesome immature teenager that needed constant watching over, and then finally he could be taken seriously by the body guard, not only that…But he could finally talk to Gilbert about all the things weighing on his mind…About how he felt.

Even though Oz himself had no idea what it was he felt for the security guard, he looked at him like he was his best friend, but then they had their moments, and Oz would then think about entirely different scenario's. And he liked the idea of it all. And he had to admit, he liked the way Gilbert looked at times, hell, he couldn't lie, he liked everything about Gilbert, except for the fact that he was just so damn shy and timid around him to the point where Gilbert looked uncomfortable with all the things that Oz does.

And that hurt.

Looking back down to the floor, he saw the familiar shadow of Gilbert, still waiting patiently for him on the other side of his door, this time he wasn't pacing back and forth.

He smiles small and reaches for the door knob, and just as he does, Gilbert on the other side of the door, opens it at the exact same time.

Causing Oz to stumble back at the suddenness of the weight of the man on the other side of the door, who was leaning against the door for balance when Oz happened to open the door at the exact same time.

Gilbert quickly takes two steps back and away from the door with an embarrassed blush staining his cheeks, he clears his throat. "I, uh…Wanted to see if you needed help with anything." He quickly explains himself.

Oz tilts his head to the side and looks down at the small hand-held duffle bag he had since he was 12, and looks back up at Gilbert with curiosity. "It's really not that heavy Gil, besides. You're my bodyguard, not my Valet." He comments, smirking when he manages to make Gilbert quickly nod his head to agree with him.

"Y-you're right, sorry." The raven-haired man apologizes.

Oz rolls his eyes and steps out of his dorm room and shuts the door behind him with a smile, noticing the familiar fidget and twitches that he was accustomed at seeing when it came to Gilbert. "C'mon twitchy, escort me to the shower stalls will ya?" Oz suggests with a mocking tone of voice.

Gilbert scowls at the nickname. "Call me that, and I'll start calling you Banana-head." He threatens.

Oz returns Gil's scowl and cocks his hip to the side in defiance. "I'll make sure to keep calling you Seaweed-head every chance I get if you do." He counters with a devious smirk.

Gilbert threw his hands up in the air as he caves in. "Fine! I won't call you anything, just don't call me twitchy…I already know I am." Gilbert mumbles, Oz almost didn't catch it. But the blonde youth merely smiles and walks down the hallway.

"Alright then." Oz replies. "I won't call you anything. Bodyguard." Oz purrs, smirking over his shoulder at Gilbert before heads into the direction of the shower stalls, which were located on the first floor closest to the back doors of the dorm building.

Gilbert shivers at that particular nickname and with a fleeting smile, he quickly takes his side with Oz.

Not much for words, it's only at 4,233. That's sad, I usually write more than this...Oh well...Wutcha gon' do?

Anywhoo! Hope you liked this chapter! Because I had fun typing it. And again, I'm sorry for the wait, I was gonna post earlier, but then I got into a car accident, rolled a vehicle 4 times and stuff like that. So there was no time for me! Damn that vehicle straight to hell!

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