"Child of fate!"
Gilbert winced. She said IT.
"Isn't that what people call you like you? Can you do anything with your eye? "
[style type = "italic"]Shut up![/style]Gil looked from her to his younger brother.[style type = "italic"]Stop it![/style]
"Spell something!"
The black-haired boy had a fuse blown. He rushed towards the brunette girl in front of him and pulled her hair as hard as he could. She screamed and started crying.

[style type = "italic"]"Who do you want to introduce us to?" asked Gilbert, interested. He and his brother Vincent followed his master. Jack Vessalius. His long braid dangled just a little above the floor.
"Her name is Alice."
Alice ...
“She's about your age. I want you to get to know her. "[/Style]

Gilbert couldn't stand her. Regardless of whether Jack had told him to get to know her, he didn't like her. Nobody was allowed to talk about his brother like that. Offended, he crouched under a tree in the garden. She had been crying in Jack's arms. What was that supposed to mean? Jack was embarrassed and that stupid goat was still howling. He had only protected his brother.
"Gil?"
The black-haired man looked up.
"Vince," he stated. His little brother looked at him with his different colored eyes. Red and gold. Why did he have to be born with a red eye? Why did people fear these eyes? Why didn't Jack do it? Gil had to protect Vincent just as he had to protect his master. What else would he be there for? The blond boy sat down next to him on the grass. They were silent to each other. Vincent plucked some grass from the ground. The black-haired man noticed how uncomfortable it was for his brother that he had annoyed Alice about him. He gave a crooked smile and rubbed Vincent's head.
"Hey, are you okay?"
The younger looked at him with wide eyes.
"Yes. . . and with you?"
"Everything's alright.", Gilbert continued with a grin, "I'll bring Master Jack some tea."
With that, Gil got up and walked towards the villa entrance.
"Wait, brother!"
Vincent got up and ran after him. He wanted to help too! He wanted to address Jack as Master too! His gaze slid over to the tower where Alice lived and he knitted his eyebrows.[Style type = "italic"]I hate her! I hate them! I hate her!
It was more or less by chance that he looked at a tree and discovered a mop of white hair. A pair of silver eyes blinked at him. Vincent frowned in amazement before turning around so as not to run into anyone.