Alice: Not so sure about the title but it'll do. Anyway hope you like it. :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pandora Hearts

Oz stumbled down the sidewalk trying to get as far from his house as possible. Maybe he'd even walk to school today although with the condition he was in he'd definitely cause a commotion. One hand was clamped over his left cheek in a halfhearted attempt at staunching the blood which was freely seeping out between his fingers and the other was pressed to his stomach as he tried to force back his nausea. Even with his high pain tolerance it was a bit much since his father, Zai, had been in an extremely bad mood this morning. And if his goal had been hurting Oz as much as possible with what was at hand, which the boy was sure it was, he had succeeded. Passed with flying colors even since Oz had never expected his father to smash a vase against his head and, while forcing him to pick up the shattered pieces that hadn't lodged themselves in his cheek, stab him in the back of his thigh. It was with a butter knife too of all things. Usually something-er-sharper was used and because the blade was so blunt it hurt even worse. Of course Oz wasn't one to complain, though he supposed he probably had enough reasons to. The fact was that this was his home life when his father bothered to be around and he didn't see the point in-

"Oh, oh ow. Okay, that hurt," The boy who had crashed into Oz sending them both to the ground muttered. He repositioned himself and sat up so he was straddling the blond and pressed to palm of his hand to his forehead. Oz on the other hand was having a hard time not letting loose every swear word he knew as blinding pain shot through the knife wound. His hands were at his sides, his fingernails digging into the sidewalk and he watched the black haired boy as he opened his golden-

"Shit!" Oz exclaimed. He knew those eyes! Not personally but he sure as hell wasn't going to forget a pair like that, especially since he saw them all the time at school!

"Oz?" The dark haired boy tilted his head to the side, his eyes widening in alarm when he noticed how bloody, and still bleeding, the blond was. "Holy-What happened!" Oz cringed. Of course the boy had to recognize him. He even knew his name which, honestly, made Oz feel bad for never bothering to learn his. He had been meaning to ask but just…hadn't got around to it. There was never a opportunity to since the boy was always with a girl that liked to whack people with her fan and a creepy guy with white hair. And now they had to meet when Oz was a bloody mess. (No pun intended.)

"What do you mean 'what happened'? You ran into me."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You look awful!"

"Thanks. That's exactly what I wanted to hear." The boy flushed, instantly becoming flustered.

"I-I didn't mean it that way. Usually you're very-not that you're not now-I just-Well-Do you need to go to the hospital!" By the time he finished his eyes were squeezed shut and his face was beet red. Oz reached up and caressed the boy's cheek, suppressing a smile. It would only make the wound on his cheek hurt and bleed worse and he didn't want to give the poor boy a heart attack.

"You're really cute you know that?" The boy's eyes shot opened and widened as his cheeks became hotter and he processed what Oz had said. It was then that he noticed the position they were in and he quickly pushed himself off of the blond, reaching down a hand to help him up after he was standing.

"A-anyway I think you should go to the hospital. Do you…want me to go with you?" Oz placed a hand back over his cheek and shook his head.

"I'm fine enough to get there by myself. Oh, and when you get to school would you mind not telling anyone about this?"

"Yeah, sure. I won't tell. So I, uh, guess I'll see you tomorrow then."


"Gil? Gil!" He felt something whack the back of his head and spun around in his chair to glare at Sharon and he fan/weapon.

"What was that for?" he asked, rubbing the spot she'd hit.

"It was to get your attention since, for whatever reason, you've decided to stop responding to your name," Sharon said slowly, letting every ounce of her poise and elegance seep into her words as she daintily set the fan onto her desk. If you didn't know her you'd never guess how violent she could be.

"Sorry I was-"

"In your own world?" Gil, you shouldn't be zoning out in class. You're lucky the teacher didn't call on you." Sharon crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair somehow maintaining her prefect posture. Break materialized behind her placing his hands, that must have been hiding somewhere in his overly long sleeves, on her shoulders.

"Tsk tsk, dear Gilbert. First you arrive to class late and then you don't bother to pay attention! That's quite unlike you," Break said. Sharon glanced up at him and adjusted his bangs so they completely covered his left eye. "Would you care to explain yourself?"

"I just got held up this morning. It was nothing special," Gil muttered, avoiding eye contact.

"Hmmm. So you say."

"Er…It's break time then?" Gil asked attempting to change the subject. This was one of the few classes with a teacher that allowed breaks and the fact that it was math made Oscar everyone's favorite teacher. Sharon nodded.

"We were waiting for you but I got a bit impatient," she said. Gil laughed.

"Yeah, just a bit," he said teasing her. Her eyes narrowed and one of her hands twitched toward the fan. Gil stood and took a few steps back to avoid the impending whack and bumped into someone. He heard the crash and flutter of books and papers falling to the ground and, ignoring Break who was obviously laughing at him, he turned around to apologize.

What's wrong with me today? Gil thought, irritated with himself. First Oz and now-He paused when he saw the fuming boy behind him. It was…Oz?

"You're helping me pick this up," the aggravated blond said, pointing at his scattered belongings. One of his earrings glinted drawing Gil's atten-Wait. Not Oz. Oz didn't wear earrings, this was-

"Yeash Jack, what happened?" a brunette Gil recognized as Alice asked.

"He happened," Jack said, gesturing towards Gil.

"I-I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going," Gil mumbled.

"It's fine as long as you help me pick it up." Jack knelt on the ground, tugging Gil down with him. "Hey, Alice have you seen my brother around today?" He scooped up a pile of papers and straightened them. Gil grabbed a few books, listening intently. Oz had told him not to tell anyone but did that include his twin too? Alice laughed.

"Are you kidding me? You're the one who lives with him," she said, crossing her arms.

"Yeah but you know I drop Ada off at school so I leave before he even wakes up. Our dad says that he's a bad influence on her and…" He trailed off and glanced at Gil as if he suddenly remembered that the boy was still there. "Uh, thanks." Jack took the pile of books form Gil's hands. "You can go now. I've got the rest."

"Oh, okay," Gil said as he stood. It was obvious that Jack was worried about his brother and this only made Gil more concerned for Oz. The blond skipping classes wasn't anything new so Jack must suspect that Oz was hurt otherwise he'd have no need to worry. As Gil walked back toward Sharon and Break he wondered, horrified by the very thought, if Oz being hurt was a common occurrence.

Alice: Aaaaand I'll end it here. So what did you think? Was it good? Bad? Reviews are always appreciated!