A/N: So this is my first Pandora Hearts fic... X3 Just a little Ozbert fluff. I was looking around for some story prompts, and as soon as I saw "scars," I knew it had to be with these two. ~

I hope you guys like it! Also, if you want more like this, please do send me a PM, I'd love suggestions or prompts! :D

Gilbert barely stirred as his companion sat up in bed, stretching out his stiff muscles. Oz smiled.

Today was his servant's birthday, and he had planned to make him breakfast as thanks. The only thing that stopped him, however, was the sight of the deep scar on Gilbert's chest that happened to be peeking out from under the man's shirt.

Oz frowned as he traced the scar from above the cloth, knowing by memory exactly where it started and ended.

"Gil…" the blonde murmured softly, so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed his friend waking. "Oz? What's wrong?" Gilbert gently rested his hand over Oz's smaller one. The chain looked up in surprise, blinking. "Gil? I thought you were asleep."

The raven shook his head. "No, it's alright. Are you hungry? I can make breakfast if you'd like," he offered, his voice thick with sleep. Oz shook his head. "Go back to sleep Gil, I'm not hungry right now anyway." He watched as his friend sat up and wrapped his arm around his smaller frame.

"Oz, you're obviously worried about something." The blonde shook his head, sighing. "I should know better than to try to lie to you, huh?" Oz's gaze moved from him to his chest.

"It's…" Oz didn't have to say much for his friend to understand. "Oz," Gil started, "that happened ten years ago. It's fine."

Oz's lips turned down into a frown. "It… doesn't hurt, does it? It was so awful…" His voice lowered as he resumed tracing the scar that lied beneath the white cotton. "No, it doesn't. It doesn't hurt at all Oz," he murmured quietly, pulling the teen closer.

Feeling warm tears on his shoulder, the older stroked the soft yellow hair. "Shh… Don't cry Oz, it wasn't-" Oz cut him off. "Yes it was Gil, it was my fault! They were after me, you should've just let them take me quietly! You wouldn't have gotten hurt…" His small hands gripped the shirt beneath them as he cried.

"Oz, really. It's alright." Gil continued to whisper comforting words to him, holding the boy as close as he could without crushing him. "I love you a lot, you know that, right?" the raven asked, tilting Oz's chin up so that their gazes met. "Yeah, I know. I love you too Gil…"

Oz gave him a small peck on the lips. "Happy birthday." Gilbert's face flushed. "Thank you Oz." This caused the little blonde to giggle. "I was going to make breakfast for you, but you woke up too early," he grumbled, poking his cheek.

Gil laughed at his childish behavior. "It's okay, we can just make some together." Oz smiled at that, rolling out of bed and bouncing off to the kitchen. Gil laughed, shaking his head as he followed.