A/N: So, actually, I am really a bigger FFVII fan than I am a KH fan. The reason I'm only writing for it now is because I'm a bigger fan of FFVII, and I wasn't brave enough to risk screwing them up before. XD This drabbly is inspired by reading ALL of Starherd's FFVII fics in two nights, because she is an awesome writer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Advent Children, warehouses, or a single pair of underwear.
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Loyalty
"Yazoo… come out come out, wherever you are…"
He didn't move, except to curl tighter back up against the wall under the dresser, where he'd squeezed to hide. His back to the wall, the warm path of blood dripping down his face, the clawed leg of the dresser digging into his side, and all he noticed was the sound of footsteps coming closer. They rang out in the silence of his quiet breathing, black boots on black cement. The boots strolled nonchalantly, skipping occasionally to a childish unheard beat.
Yazoo closed his eyes irrationally as he passed, not even breathing.
The boots continued on past-
"THERE he is! Peekaboo!"
He twisted, thrashed, was narrowly missed by the blades that cut like lightning into the cement next to his face. And then Yazoo was up out from under the dresser and running, darting back and forth among the boxes and steel cranes of the abandoned warehouse they'd come to, a small form pursuing him with gleeful laughter.
He darted left, then right, dove into a roll under a railing, was up like a shot, cut around a corner and ran straight into a moving wall.
And then Loz wrapped his arms around him, and Kadaj came around the corner. He struggled, writhed and thrashed against them, but Loz's arms were steel beams around him, unforgiving and unyielding.
Kadaj bent to look him in the face; he paused and panted with exhaustion, unfocused eyes staring back.
Yazoo's brother smiled sweetly at him, reaching out to pull a strand of long hair away from the blood on his face, the blood they'd put there.
"Mother doesn't want you anymore, Yazoo."
Children hold the most cruelty of all.
Kadaj slit him open in one swift movement, ignoring his gasp of shock, and they left him there to die.
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End Notes: I WAS BORED IDK DX My HTML teacher shut off my internet for roleplaying too much on class time. *spasms over too much coding* I NEEDED TO WRITE SOMETHING, PREFERABLY BLOODY.
Review to tell me how I did on their characters, aside from the whole betraying Yazoo thing. Which I admit would never happen, but I wanted death and angst for a change IDK