Pandora Hearts: He Can Never Know
I've been writing again. More Pandora Hearts. Specifically, more of Gilbert and Vincent! So much love for the Nightray brothers. It's not yaoi or anything - I just like the relationship between them, of Vincent's twisted love and Gilbert's selfish whims. And spoilers ahead, regarding the truth behind the Tragedy of Sablier.
Again, dedicated to frenetic ♥
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Vincent loves his brother. Loves him so, so much - enough to bring forth the destruction of a whole city. Of course it wasn't on purpose, not really. It wasn't his fault. It really wasn't.
It was all them. They did it. The shadows in red. The evil man with his cold, emotionless eyes. The little girl with a sweet face but spiteful tongue. He hated her. She was fake and nasty - she caused Gil to make that expression again, placed a frown on Jack's face, and made them turn away from him. He hated her so much. He hates her still. I heard your brother was killed by Glen, the little girl said, looking down from her high tower. But it's really a pity. No more - he didn't want to hear any more! But with a sickening smile, she continued. The person whose body is taken by Glen, will one day have their soul swallowed! Her cynical laughter echoed in his mind and then he couldn't take it any longer.
Tiny fingers clenched around a pair of scissors and plush fell down on the ground, stuffing scattered. Hate hate hate. Hate her. Hate them all. All that tried to hurt his Gil. Yes, it had just been about Gil. It's always been about Gil. Loving and protective in a time of hatred. The sun in his darkness. The only one who ever cared. The one who knew that he would ruin everything, but still cradled him in warm arms. And in return, Vincent loved him dearly.
Yes, everything wasn't his fault. It had never been. The little girl with the foul mouth was nasty, the shadows in red had taken Gil away and the evil man had tried to kill Gil. So he had to do what every loving brother would do, and he did just that. He had saved his brother, with a simple push of a door - and Sablier fell.
But that incident was of no importance to him. No, he isn't concerned that the land sank into the Abyss. He isn't hurt that thousands died. He doesn't even care that hundred years were taken from him. And the thought of the little girl falling into the dark rabbit's hole even brings laughter into his room as he reaches for scissors and brings it heavily upon a plush - and then he hears it - a sharp intake of breath, and his mismatched eyes looks up only to find the golden ones of his brother. He smiles but Gil looks shocked. And slowly, he lays down his scissors beside a headless toy rabbit.
If only Gil knew. Then it won't be shock on his face, but disgust, anger, hatred. But Gil doesn't know. He musn't. And though it hurts so much, he's glad that Gil can't remember the past, can't remember that day. It hurts, because the Gil now doesn't love him as much as the Gil in the past. It hurts, because the person Gil seeks and protects now is a mere brat of the hateful Vessalius family and not him. It hurts, because it makes him fear that perhaps his brother had never loved him as much as he did and never needed him as much as he did.
It really hurts. But Gil can never know.
You have something important that you're hiding from me, don't you? Gil always says.
And his answer is always the same. Nope, I will never lie to Gil.