So yeah, how come I only notice my grammar mistakes after I upload this shit? Despite my readthroughs before hand? Moootherfucker.
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I remember, when we were back at the Reinsworth estate. I'd wondered into the drawing room in the early hours of the morning, I was bored and I couldn't sleep. Raven was in there, sprawled over the sofa with his coat covering him as it had been covering me only days before. He was sleeping, I'd never seen him asleep before.
But as I looked at his sleeping face, my heart clenched. His sleeping face, without all that emotion.. just his calm, sleeping face. Didn't just look like Gilberts.
It was Gilberts... But back then, I couldn't even believe that idea. But now...
I swung the bathroom door open, it almost hit against the adjacent wall. Raven seemed to be getting changed, he had his trousers on still- but his shirt was off. He'd jumped basically out of his skin and whipped around with an almost comical 'huuuuh?!' when I'd made my rude entrance.
We stood in silence, only accompanied by the dripping of the taps. He seemed to wear an utterly distraught expression as he stood frozen to the spot, my widened eyes failed to look into his shocked gold.
Instead I looked towards his chest, more so, to the thing that numbly meandered across it.
A long angry line, faded over time, incorrectly healed as if he'd never taken the time to properly recuperate. It was clearly old, but it must have been a deep, near on fatal wound at the time of it's creation. This, disfiguring scar was most definitely created via.
I just wanted Gil to run away, to get up and save himself! And when that... that guy was near him! I just wanted to get rid of him! I didn't think Gil'd get in the way?! I thought... I thought I could've stopped myself in time if Gil even tried something as a stupid as that.. But I was so frightened... I just couldn't stop in time, I- I was angry and I was scared. But when I felt the blade connect with something... And I heard the dull thud. I knew whatever I hit was far too small to be a fully grown man.
And the blood, all that fucking blood... He wasn't moving... He didn't even look like he was breathing. I thought for sure, for sure that I had killed Gilbert.
Raven inched forward ever so slightly, extending a hand towards me. This drew my attention somewhat from the scar to instead gaze at the older man's face and those... eyes, those golden, sad, sad eyes. The innocence within in them had died long ago now- a vestige of what once was remained however. Glinting cautiously somewhere within the depths. As he looked at me with such a confused taxing expression, like a lost child, I saw his act fall almost completely.
And the face that finally greeted me now that the act was gone, was Gilbert's face. I stood silently with my mouth open, before inching closer myself towards the older man.
"Wh-.. I don't.. I don't understand." I murmur, he lowers his hand and looks away... taking both muscular arms over his chest, not so much holding himself, more so shielding the scar from view.
"You've been, in the abyss for ten years."
..That explains the mansion and it explains... It explains this! But.. How.. Why?! Why ten years?! And how can this?!
Raven.. How can Raven be Gil?! Gil's small! Skinny! He can't even hold a gun! Fuck it, he can't even make such horribly negative forlorn expressions like Raven has near on every second of the day!
Gilbert is not this tall, built man in front me, with such tried features and such... eyes.
I'll believe the ten year thing! Sure! Whatever! But I cannot believe... No, it's just a stupid resemblance I've been creating in my head.
"No.." I mumbled, he looks down at me, then away to the side.
"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you sooner Oz I- O-Oz!" I hear him break from his words as I dart away from the bathroom back into the room I'd woken up in... Now this room, has a lock on the inside of the door! Thank God! If this was any other time I'd wonder why this guy has a lock on the inside of his bedroom door... But this situation is a little too heavy for stupid thoughts.
I ignore now the commotion from the other side of the door, as he begins to explain through the door what happened and how the abyss works. He wasn't telling me a thing about himself, just.. just about everything else I've missed over a decade.
He's interrupted by Alice, they have a spat, I pause from my knee's drawn up rocking when I notice his voice crack during a retort. He sounds like he's on the verge of crying...
I wish it was easier for me to cry, cos that's what I wanna do right now.
Alice tries to talk through the door, but he bites back and their argument continues. I slowly slide from my position on the floor. To take a look around the room, I look at the paper on the walls. Then I look into the wardrobe.
Black and white clothes hang messily inside. I idly flick through, then stop... There, in the back, the only thing hung neatly, something blue completely dwarfed by the bigger items of clothing.
A small, blue sailor suit. Gil's suit.
It's old now, the colours faded... but it's his alright. I can even see where it's been stitched up from the time I pushed Gilbert into a rose bush. I take the suit from the wardrobe and hold is close- looking back to the closed door.
I lay the suit on the bed and continue to snoop. I open the draws near of the side tables.
One's just full of crap, spare gloves, bullets, a packet of cigarettes. Whereas within the other- I find a small box and when I open it, I find.
The occasional cards I gave Gil...
All the little notes I left for him, ya'know.. Play notes.. work notes.. teasing notes.
That.. that picture of a cat a shoved in his face one time.. I drew it of course.
… I even find the contract that I drew up the day I met him.
And under all this heart wrenching memorabilia I find three photos. That play out almost like a soul shattering explanation.
The first, is of me and Ada and Gil. Stood in the garden as we posed for a not so formal picture. Ada is on the floor, playing with Dina, I have my arm around Gil's shoulders as he desperately tries to recoil from the cat... but he's smiling at the same time.. I was saying something! Yeah! I remember! I was telling him a joke... So he'd ignore the cat and take a good photo.
This photo, along with the other items was worn... old.. So old.
The second, I remember... I never even saw this one developed. It was taken the morning of the coming of age ceremony... It's just me and Gil this time. We're stood side by side- wow. I never noticed how small he was compared to me.. But we're stood there, I'm smiling broadly with my hands triumphantly on my hips and he stands defensively smiling with a hint of blush over his cheeks.
And the third, the third frightens me. The people in it, obviously didn't want their picture taken. There's a weird kid.. maybe a younger than me or around my age... With blonde hair and mismatched eyes. One gold like Gil's one... red. He's stood holding a mutilated bear- an oddly calm expression laced with anger is strung across his face. He is stood just behind a taller boy, of around maybe 15?16? And it's like a transition.
He's taller, but... This person in the picture is definitely Gil. But his bitter angry expression and stares directly at the camera lens is.. Ravens.
Raven... is Gilbert... Isn't he?
Oh God... Ten years... what's happened to Gil?! I need some quiet time to think, I turn to the door and bark.
"Oi! Shut up! Both of you! I just want time to myself! Go do something useful!"
The rambling voices from behind the door come to silence... I'm pretty sure Alice has gone to raid the kitchen. And.. I have no idea what Raven's doing.
Yeah, this shit still ain't finished.
If you're still reading.. Well done... I salute you... Again _