First FF7 fic. Advent Children of course. I only saw bits and pieces of it and my friend has provided me with some information on the other parts of it, so hopefully it turns out good. It takes place after Advent Children and Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo are still alive and have a slight case of amnesia due to something happening after Sephiroth was beaten. (Again. How sad.) So have mercy on my pitiful soul and leave a review. I'll take any criticism and suggestions. And I have bored you enough. Let us begin.

Disclaimer: When I get an A in math and Science class and have 20inch rims on my ride, I'll own it. But sadly, I don't. Bummer.

The Innocent Savior

Wake up.

'Huh?'

Wake up boy. You're not dead yet.

'Who… who is that?'

It doesn't matter now. You must awaken or they will find you and finish you off.

'Finish me… off? What are you talking about?'

…I don't believe this. So you really have forgotten.

'Forgotten what?'

What you are. What your purpose is. How you came to be in the condition you are in now. Many things and you'll remember it all eventually.

'I… I don't know… why I was here… I don't… want to… remember.'

Hey, don't you dare blank out on me or I swear I will find you and kill you personally!

'But who… are you?'

Surely not your Mother if that's what you think.

'Mother?'

The familiarity of that word. He knew it but why can't he remember. Did the mysterious voice do this to him? Why was he hearing it? And why did it threaten to kill him? Who was it? Many questions popped up as Kadaj's mind flickered to consciousness.

"Where… am I?" he asked himself, weakly opening his eyes.

He sat up, feeling very weak. But not before falling back down into the snowy ground after feeling a sting of pain shoot throughout his body from the wound on his chest.

Wait. Snowy ground? Wound?

Kadaj tried to sit up again, being mindful of the wound on his chest. He looked around, finding himself in a strange, all dark, bluish-white color area.

"Where is this?"

It was a forest, covered in snow. The trees long withered from the cold and icicles dangling from the branches. The sky was a dark, grayish blue color. Indicating that is was night. There was a slight clearing in the clouds, revealing a full moon.

"Night?"

The moon's light cast everything in an ethereal light.

"What am I doing here? I can't remember anything… other than…"

His eyes widen in shock. Where are his brothers? He looked around again, eyes fully adjusted and spotted something black not too far away from him.

"Ni-niisan?"

Kadaj crawled over to the black figure, still very weak from the mysterious injury. Once he reaches it, he is saddened by what he sees.

"Yazoo…"

The middle brother, Yazoo, was lying on his side; part of his long silver hair covered his face. Kadaj brushed back his hair and saw that he had a slight slash across his right cheek and he seems to have other injuries as well. It almost looked like he wasn't breathing but Kadaj checked his pulse.

Alive. Good. He then looked around and saw another black figure.

"Loz…"

He crawled over to the eldest brother, Loz, was lying on his stomach. There was a slight cut on his forehead and he too has other injuries like Yazoo, though less than him. His breathing was shallow, he's alive too.

Kadaj sighed in relief, "I remember you… but… why not anything else?"

He tried getting up and was successful, though only for a few seconds, then fell face-first into the snow. As soon as he hit the ground, he felt the pain from the wound again, but it was much worse this time.

"This wound… Where did it come from..."

He tried again to stand but it only brought him more pain. So he gave up and rolled over on his back, staring up at the night sky. He was stuck, in the middle of nowhere, with his brothers, injured. Was this truly the end?

"…Kaasan… Who is that?"

The question popped up in his mind again. What or who is Mother? Why did make him feel like it was an important word. That he will never find out. Kadaj blinked slowly, losing consciousness, and possibly, life.

Until something caught his attention.

He turned his head to his left and saw something moving towards him. His vision was getting blurry, so he could not tell what that something is. It approached closer and closer until it eventually stopped. A hooded, black cloaked figured appears from a bright yellow blur that cuts through the darkness. It came up to his side and knelt down beside him.

"Are you all right?" said a gentle voice. Kadaj tried to speak but it hurt to try and talk.

"Don't say anything, you're hurt badly… and you're not the only one I see."

He tried to speak again; his voice was barely above a whisper.

"My… Brothers…"

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you and your brothers. Just hang on."

He nodded as his eyes were becoming heavy. The last thing he saw was the figure had removed its hood and revealed a very kind and innocent face of a young girl. Her eyes were a crystal green color and her hair was silver and done in pigtails with pink ribbons in them. The moonlight made her hair shine with an ethereal light.

"Please hold on. Don't go."

"I-I… Won't… leave you…"

And he blacked out.

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Ugh, so short! Well, I'll try to make the next chapter better and longer. Please leave a review and tell me what you think so far. I'll correct any grammatical errors, not that I know of and prevent Out of Character-ness and much more.

Sin the Dark Priestess