Title: Dream of Mine
Author: Cerebusfire17
Category: Romance/Angst/Humor
Summary:
Reno didn't know what he was thinking, nor did he realize how much trouble he could get into for what he did. He wasn't one to think much of "What if" or "Shit" for the more layman, but what was it he did know? He did know that he wasn't the kind to let his enemy die right in front of him in such pain. But then again, He wasn't expecting to take his enemy home either!!
Pairings: RenoxYazoo
The explosion knocked Yazoo, Loz, and Cloud from the rooftop, sending them all down to the fall of their doom. "Yazoo." Loz called to his younger brother, reaching out his hand to the more feminine of the three. Yazoo could only stare hopelessly at Loz.
"One of us are going to die, if not both," He said calmly despite the howling around them.
"Yazoo….."
"I don't want to be the one alive….." Yazoo pulled out his pistols and started pulling the barrel to his forehead. "If you survive, avenge me brother…."
"Yazoo, don't!!" Loz finally, with the last of his strength, managed to grab hold of his brother and look him in the eye. "You'll be the one who will avenge Kadaj and me. Don't let the loneliness depress you, Yazoo. You won't be alone forever. I promise…."
The ground struck suddenly. Neither Loz or Yazoo felt a thing, but only Yazoo woke up from the fall. He laid on top of Loz, whose eye stared straight ahead at the sky. His mouth was gapped open with a little blood dripping from his lips. Yazoo, himself, was bleeding from his head, with only a few scraps over his body that ripped at his clothing, and then there was the damage from the explosion. The middle child's ribs were cracked, already bruising under his leather jacket, pain swelling and making it hard to breathe. Yazoo stared at the ever glowing sky that was now filled with fireworks and light.
"……..Nissan….." Was all that escaped from the young man's lips before he tried to roll off of his older brother. He knew his body hurt but not that it was supposed to keep him from doing anything. Yazoo, unlike his brothers, was in no way shape or form connected to the flesh that binded him to the planet. He was cut off from emotions and physical responses and reactions. He never got hungry, or angry, or cried. That was always Loz. Loz always cried for them, Kadaj would throw fits of rage over nothing and afterward want to eat until the world was starving. His brothers were always there to let him know how to feel or what to do. Now……
Now, what was he supposed to do?
He only made it a few feet before he felt the strange sensation that his body was burning. He could feel his senses dulling and a strange glow come from his fingertips. He knew the Lifestream was after him, as he looked back and watched his older brother dissolve into the green light. "…Loz….Kadaj…. I will be joining you soon, Brothers." he laid his head on the ground and waited, taking a deep breath before accepting his fate from the planet.
The burning stopped, however, and the heat from the pull of the planet left his body. Soon, Yazoo could feel that his body no longer felt weak and his bones, though still slightly bruised, recovered within minutes. He opened his eyes and looked up to see a shadowy figure standing over him. "Nissan?" He called weakly, just before the figure knocked him out on the spot.
It's the strangest sensation, when the light hits you right in the face, and you can see the light through your eyelids and can feel the heat of the light hitting you just right to wake you up. And you can swear that you can see everything in the world and everything that goes on in it, and all the souls that have come, have passed, and will come to be in time. It's one of the most beautiful things you could witness in your life, even if it is while you sleep.
And then, Yazoo woke up.
His eyes stared out at nothing for a moment, and then they began to shift, recognizing that he was no longer outside but in a room with a ceiling and furniture. The living room wasn't small at all. It could've been an apartment itself if the owner decided to do so and just add in another wall.
Yazoo laid on the pull-out couch, facing the entirety of the area. A large flat screen was posted on the wall above the mantle of the chimney, with a few decorations sitting there as well. The room itself was painted black, but the floor lights were equip with black lights, lighting up thousands of glow-in-the-dark stars and moons everywhere. It was too dark to see into the kitchen or any other room, but he knew for SURE that he wasn't in the Lifestream.
"Nissan? Is this your doing?" Yazoo couldn't help but ask himself as he sat up and looked around the room, and at himself. Yazoo realized that his body was no longer clung by his leather jacket, but now loosely covered by an all-too-big button up shirt and a pair of "Homie The Clown" boxers and socks. He turned to his right, noticing the slight rise and fall of another's chest. He didn't recognize the other asleep in the sofa chair, nor did he understand why he was even saved, but he was strangely satisfied with the results. In a way, this gave him the opportunity to either try again, or get tortured for information, torture which would prove pointless since Yazoo and Kadaj were no longer connected telepathically.
Strange, he suddenly thought, how he could no longer hear his brothers or their thoughts. He couldn't remember just what they sounded like, now that he thought about it. He couldn't even remember their faces, but he remembered what he looked like…..right?
"You awake?" The man in the chair sleeping was now awake, his voice still heavy with sleep as he rubbed his head. Yazoo stared at this figure for the longest time in silence. He didn't know who this was, or what they wanted, but at the same time, Yazoo was still alive.
"……….."
"Why are you so shy now, yo?" The man asked, hoping for an answer, and suddenly Yazoo could put a picture to one face. The red-haired Turk from Northern Cavern and Edge. He knew he was one of Rufus Shin-Ra's men, but the name slipped his mind. He'd fought him in Edge, but after the man and his partner were swept away, there was really no need to deal with him. And then the explosion happened…. "You ain't gonna say anything now?" The Turk got up and walked over to the silver haired man. Yazoo stared at him, not with anger or fear, but wonder. For the life of him, he could not remember the Turk's name.
"………Why am I still alive?" First question that took their mind from the confusion. Wait, "their" mind. No, only his. He didn't hear his brothers anymore, nor could they hear him. He was completely alone. The thought had him staring at the sheets of his bed, staring at his thin, frail-looking form.
"Well, that I'm not so sure about," replied the other, scratching the back of his head. He walked over to the closest wall and slid his hand upward, switching on the main light, illuminating the entire room to the fullest. The light struck Yazoo's slits and he shield his eyes quickly before any damage could be done. "Jeez!! You act like it's the brightest thing in the world. You were only out for like eight days," The Turk said while shrugging his arms. Yazoo glared up at the red head, quickly seeing his name tag on the bottom his white button up, which was never really buttoned. "JOSEPH ALBAINAN SINCLAIR"
"Joseph-San? You're name is Joseph?" Yazoo asked curiously, and the other man ripped his tag off.
"No!!….My name is Reno. Got it memorized?" Reno said, pointing to his temple with a shark grin on his face. "Anyway, I'm not sure why you're alive, really. I figured with the other two gone, you'd disappear with your friends." Reno went back to his chair and yawned, while Yazoo didn't know just what to think of the whole situation.
"Friends?……What friends?"
"Kadaj-Baka and that big stupid fucker," Reno said without thinking, which resulted in the stronger man pinning him to the ground and choking the life out of him with a single hand with no effort at all, not even a look of strain in his face.
"That big, stupid fucker, as you referred to him," Yazoo began, completely emotionless and calm faced, "is one of my two brothers, and his name was Loz. Loz did not hurt anyone, as did Kadaj. My brothers were good……so, keep your tongue, or I'll rip it out." He let Reno go, just in time to allow him a gasp of breath. Yazoo went back to his bed and sat there quietly, staring at a wall, while Reno was still on his floor, coughing and rubbing his neck. He could feel the bruising that Yazoo caused, he just didn't know how bad it would be until the morning. His eyes then went to the younger man in his bed.
"What the fuck was that for?!!" he yelled out, getting a look of nothing in return.
"What?" Yazoo asked innocently, though it was still eerie in a way. Reno got to his fee and glared at him.
"You should be happy I saved your fucking ass, asshole!!"
"……fu-cking ass…..asshole?" Yazoo was trying to translate the words in his head, but his brain wasn't working properly since he was no longer connected with his brothers. He'd remembered that Kadaj learned the word "fucker" from a human who kicked his bike, trying to prove he was tougher than the younger teen, but the other words were different. He didn't know you could use the same words in a single sentence…..and they all mean something different.
"Yeah!! That's you!! What the fuck, guy?! Do you not understand the English?" Reno tilted his head with wonder.
"……………."
"……………"
"……………"
"…..You totally don't understand much English at all, do you?" Reno finally asked, and Yazoo dropped his head.
"……"
"Hmm….. How did you get by without knowing how to talk?" Reno crossed his arms, wondering. He sat down next to the younger man and stared at him in silence.
Yazoo wasn't the most noticed of the three Remnants, but he was the scariest. Never really emotional, never showing fear or anger or even a slight sign of humanity. He was soulless, and he was the perfect copy of Sephiroth's insanity. From what data gathered by Reeve and Rufus, the Turks learned about the Remnants. They were, in truth, three parts of Sephiroth: His Body was Loz, his mind was Kadaj, but as for what Yazoo represented was still unknown. Where they originated, exactly, was still a mystery. It was something that they were hoping the Remnants could tell them that, along with more information. Which is why, when Reno went searching to see if any of them survived, he pulled Yazoo from the wreckage and destruction.
But for the past eight days…..Yazoo was talking in his sleep, about what Reno couldn't make out, because none of it made any sense. One night it could be about a toy Loz took from him to see if he would cry, then next, he would say three things and then be comforting Loz, telling him not to cry. He would be telling Kadaj about the sky, and then the next, he would stay silent, saying only "Yes, Brother," "If that's Mother's will, Brother." His connection to his brothers and their "mother" was strong, even now. But Reno couldn't help but wonder just what it was that Yazoo dreamed about.
"Kadaj spoke for all of us, therefore, there was no reason for Loz and I to learn much of your words," Yazoo stated simply, hands pressed together and head still down. Reno watched Yazoo for a moment, not entirely sure what was going through the younger man's head. Yazoo was, as Rufus and the Turks believed, the key to figuring out just what drove Sephiroth mad and possibly use him to develop a newer, more stronger version of the Turks and SOLDIER. But……
"How old are you?" Yazoo looked over at Reno, still blank.
"Old?"
"Yeah, your age? From the time you were born to now? Do you even know what I'm talking about?"
"…..I don't know?" Yazoo's face contorted into confusion, the first sign of emotion the younger man had ever given anyone. It actually made Reno jump to his feet, thinking he'd have to fight the youth off. Yazoo's face, of course, went blank after this reaction as if to say, "What are you doing?", and Reno finally relaxed and sat back down.
"How do you not remember having a birthday party, yo?" Reno couldn't help but ask, and Yazoo simply listened. "Damn, like, do you even have a reason to get fucked up?"
"…….What's a birthday?"
"The date you were born. The day you came into the world, and everyone must throw gloriously, awesome sin filled parties every year in your name, and everyone must do as you say, you know?" Reno explained happily, laughing at that. When he laughed, Yazoo couldn't help but crack a smile himself, but the smile was crazed and deranged, and it made Reno move back from the younger man slightly. This made Yazoo stop altogether and just stared at Reno again.
/He reacts to others?…… maybe that's why they wanted him./ Reno thought, looking over Yazoo.
"Well," Reno began, smacking Yazoo on the back, catching the younger man off guard, "Get some more rest. You've been sleeping in my bed for the past week and ½, take it up for another night. But you owe me a massage, guy!" Yazoo nodded to this and laid back down, and Reno went back to his chair, getting ready to fall back asleep again. "Okay," he murmured to himself, pulling his jacket over his chest and arms, "this can't get too more weird, now can it?"
10 Minutes Later…
There was a strange, unsettling feeling looming over Reno as he slept. At first he cracked an eye open, not really seeing anything, but when he opened both eyes and looked up, Yazoo were standing over Reno. Reno jumped from the chair and glared at Yazoo. "What the fuck ?!!"
"I can't sleep," was all Yazoo said, sounding still tired himself. Reno calmed down and sighed.
"Why?"
"I had a nightmare."
"….A nightmare?" Reno asked, cocking a brow. "Are you serious guy? It's like 03:00 and you're scared of a nightmare? Just go back to sleep guy!" Reno growled and tried to close his eyes again. But Yazoo didn't move. He simply stood there. Reno opened his eye again and growled louder than before. "Dude!! Go to fucking bed!!"
"I can't sleep. I had a nightmare." Yazoo repeated himself.
"Just go to sleep. You'll be fine in the morning," said Reno with a yawn, but Yazoo still stood.
"I can't sleep."
"Then what do you want me to do?" Both of Reno's eyes were open with frustration.
2 Minutes Later….
"This is so fucking stupid…." Reno murmured to himself as he glared at the back of Yazoo's head. The younger man was fast asleep in Reno's arms, a cute smile on his face that Reno was surprised was there. "Man, how did I end up spooning with a guy?! If Rude ever finds this out…..If ELENA finds this shit out……." Reno's mind was riddled with horrible thoughts of the consequences for his lone actions and how his fellow co-workers would react. Rude would be confused, Elena would tell ANYONE who had ears, Rufus wouldn't know whether to laugh or dock his pay, Tseng would FUCK HIM UP and that would be it.
It would be worse if Cloud and his gay-ass group of faggots (as Reno and Rude referred to AVALANCHE often in front of Elena, since she started dating a man who was obviously gay (except to her, anyway)) found out. Tifa was worse that Elena, fucking Barrett was worse than Tifa, and Yuffie…… Dear Shiva, what would happen if that child would get that information, was a question Reno did NOT want to find out.
"Fucking Valentine-Dono would have a field goddamn day with that," Reno said quietly, remembering that the former Turk, after spending a few days of taking care of Elena and Tseng, was a natural jokester. He was never like that with Cloud or the others in his group, but it appeared that the family roots of the Turks had surpassed a 30 year lapse, for Reno and Vincent had spent a good time catching Rude off guard several times. This, of course, was with/out the president being there. The entire time, Vincent held a straight face, and he only smirked. He never laughed or giggled or chuckled; he just grinned, like he was waiting for the ultimate prank. Reno claimed him as his mentor and vowed his life to Vincent the GOD OF FUCK-YO-FRIENDS-UP….which Vincent only sighed to and left quickly after this.
And now, Reno was spooning a man who was possibly still a minor, possibly still as deadly as he was without his brothers, possibly a zombie who was just waiting for Reno to fall asleep so he could eat his brains and learn the secrets of "Halo 3", and that was not happening while he still had three levels to go before beating the game. He glared at Yazoo for a moment before looking back at his console and TV. "No way," he said, "I'm too close…." he felt Yazoo snuggle closer to his body slightly and sigh, something that made the Turk blush.
Reno stared back at Yazoo's head as the younger man yawned and moved a little closer to the Turk. By this time, Yazoo's scalp was touching Reno's nose, and his breathing was long and slow, pressing his back into Reno's chest with every sigh. Reno couldn't help but notice that Yazoo's hair smelled really good. Not, "Oh, I love that shampoo you're using" kinda smell either. No, it was a natural scent, like the smell of the air after the rainfall. It was something that was just pleasant to the senses, and Reno couldn't help but pull Yazoo a little closer than before, and falling fast asleep
