Disclaimer: There are innuendos, but nothing actually happens

Break jumped from behind some bushes. "Hello, Gilbert."

"Get away from me."

"Your words hurt me so." Break faked a pout. "I'm here so you can practice using a sword. You can't rely on a gun for everything.

Gilbert looked away. "I don't feel like practicing today."

"You've been saying that the past week. I'm not letting you off so easily this time."

Gilbert grabbed his gun and put it to Break's head. "Will you let me off now?"

Break grabbed the gun, threw it, and flipped Gilbert onto the ground. "No. You need to work on your strength, reflexes, and intelligence."

Gilbert was annoyed at being thrown to the ground because he should have expected this by now. "Why my intelligence?"

"If you were smart, you wouldn't have put your gun right to my head. You would've put it out of my reach."

"I don't care."

"Since we're already outside, let's get to practicing."

"I'd rather not." Gilbert dove for his gun, but Break tripped him with his cane. He managed to roll to the side and grab his gun."

Break smirked. "You should've waited until I gave you a sword."

"I can beat you with my guns." Gilbert shot and Break cut the bullet in half with his sword.

"How the hell did you do that?"

"If you practiced, you would know." It was definitely not with the help of Hatter.

"I'll start practicing. Next week."

"You will start practicing now." Break moved his sword to hit Gilbert, but Gilbert blocked it with his gun. Break's amusement was starting to wear off. "Your gun won't protect you forever."

"I don't need it forever. I only need it until I get you away."

"That will be forever."

Gilbert used his position from the ground and kicked Break down. He pushed him down and held the gun in Break's face. Break smashed Gilbert in the forehead and threw him back. "Ow. I'll make you pay for that."

"I don't think you can."

Gilbert jumped up and starts shooting. Break deflected every bullet with his sword.

"Damn it. I'm out of bullets."

Break gave a small laugh. "That's exactly why you should've waited for your sword."

"...Shut up."

"Don't be a sore loser."

Break slammed his sword down, but Gilbert managed to block it. He somehow did this every time Break attacked.

"Your gun is going to wear out."

"Not before your sword snaps in half."

"It won't snap in half if you don't have your gun."

Break smacked the gun out of Gilbert's hand and it went flying. When Gilbert dove for it, Break pinned him down.

"G-get off me." Gilbert squirmed around feeling very awkward.

"You can put up more of a fight than this."

"I can't. You have every part of me pinned down."

"Please, Gilbert. I weigh ten pounds with wet clothes. It isn't that difficult."

Gilbert flipped Break over and pinned him down. "I'm done with this."

"You aren't." Break flipped Gilbert over his head and slammed him on the ground.

"That was unnecessary."

Break tossed Gilbert his gun. "Do you think you can still fight with that?"

"I know I can." Gilbert tried getting up, but Break repinned him down.

"Not like that."

Gilbert bashed Break on the head with his gun, surprising both of them.

"You actually hit me."

"Now get off me."

"Make me get off."

Gilbert tried everything he could to get Break off. Nothing worked. "I give up." He huffed in defeat

"I'm not letting you off that easily."

Gilbert turned a light shade of pink. "Fine. I'll show you why I didn't want to practice." He hesitantly lifted his pelvis and rubbed himself against Break.

Break smirked. "That's an interesting reason for not wanting to fight. Do I always do this to you?"

The pink began to darken. "No."

"Do you want me to take care of it for you?"

"What? Are you… what?"

"It's a simple question."

"I… yes."

Break smiled and leaned so his mouth was next to Gilbert's ear. "Now I can teach you a new kind of sword fighting."