Although the movie had Sephiroth come in different...I decided not to follow that. He is here somehow-Don't ask …
This is my first Final Fantasy VII Advent Children Fic so don't go ballistic with flames.
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Cold, wet, and a thick fog set heavily in the air. Days like these came often in the spring and he couldn't say he hated them. On the contrary, he actually hoped for them. It made training more difficult but all the more exhilarating.
Yazoo and Kadaj trained on a regular basis in the forest behind their house that was a little ways away from the city. Loz joined them on occasion, but he preferred to go out on his motorbike and train in a secluded place that Yazoo could care less about. Although they didn't need to train-they were good enough already after years of hard work-they did it because it was something to do and Yazoo believed-for a lack of a better word-enjoyable.
Of course, when training, they substituted their real weapons for fake training ones. Paintballs were used instead of bullets and a hard wooden sword for Kadaj. They wouldn't dare risk killing each other through practice-only injure-but whenever the time came (if it ever came) they would probably not hesitate or care less about hitting one another.
Today it was still spitting out and the thick clouds above threatened to drop their bucket loads of rain on them any time now. Although it was really muddy out and the fog did nothing to help, they hunted each other through the trees. Loz remained in the house as it was his turn to do chores. Yazoo carefully glided around stumps and hanging branches, his gun loaded with paintballs as he searched out Kadaj. Kadaj was usually never as quiet as he but Kadaj stayed still for the most part, waiting for Yazoo to come across his path before he'd strike. But sometimes he would end up passing Kadaj and Kadaj wouldn't notice. Sometimes the fog was too thick, sometimes Yazoo blended to well, or sometimes his attention span depleted temporarily and he just plain didn't notice him. Which ever the case, Yazoo still felt slightly unnerved not knowing where his brother was. Today though, was not one of those days. He spotted Kadaj crouching beside a tree, back turned, his drenched head twisting slowly this way and that looking for his prey which slowly maneuvered behind him. Yazoo lifted his gun, taking aim, his black suit feeling tight against his cold pale skin, his green eyes fixed upon his also wet brother.
God was his brother hot when wet and slightly unnerved, his fit body in his black, tight suit. Yazoo fingered the trigger slowly and with a flash of a smile, he fired, and Kadaj lost his balance, falling against the tree as paint splashed across his lower back and then another hit him in his exposed chest.
Yazoo walked calmly to his brother who glared up at him but couldn't suppress a smirk creeping onto his face. Yazoo stood over his brother who sat in the mud, his legs on either side of his brothers' hips.
"I win for today." Yazoo spoke, his words cold yet smooth as he tilted his head to the side with a coy smile. Kadaj ran his hands up the insides of Yazoo's legs, squeezing his thighs before sliding his hands back down. "Let's go."
Kadaj nodded, deciding not to go for another round like he usually did. Even if Yazoo didn't want to, Kadaj would usually force him to stay out longer.
Yazoo pulled away as Kadaj rose. He back handed Yazoo before heading off. "Don't act as if we go as you say."
Yazoo hissed but followed. Although the youngest, they followed Kadaj as if he was the leader, and in a way he was. His temper was fearsome, his strength immense and neither Loz nor Yazoo dared to rile him so far. Kadaj was abusive at times, sadistic too but they followed him nonetheless.
Yazoo was tired. They had been training since noon and had no breaks and now it was just about 1:00 in the morning. Loz was probably asleep and Kadaj would probably want to do something before he lays down for the night whether Yazoo was in his plans or not. He probably wouldn't awake Loz, Loz had been in a foul mood all morning and probably the after noon but because they wouldn't know because of being out back all after noon and into the night.
Once inside, Yazoo went straight to his room where he shucked his black outfit and went into his bathroom for a nice, hot shower. The water felt relaxing on his cold skin, numb from the freezing air, too cold for being spring.
He slipped into his black t-shirt that was tight enough to show the lines of his smooth abs but still comfortable, and his black loose shorts. He left the bathroom and slipped under his gray sheets, lying on his stomach, face pressed to his soft fluffed pillow. He was almost in the comfort of his sleep, before he heard his door slide open and soft footsteps coming to his bed side. Yazoo groaned, not wanting to move and get up for Kadaj. Suddenly the blanket was thrown off and a whip thrashed down on Yazoo's back.
"Gahh!" Yazoo cried out, attempting to roll away as the whip came down again, successfully slapping the back of his knees. Kadaj grabbed Yazoo by his ankles, dragging him back to the center of the bed before he climbed on top so he straddled Yazoo's chest.
Yazoo gasped for air as the whip was wound around his neck and pulled tight. He scratched and grips the hands that held the bindings on his air pipe but Kadaj remained unmoved. When he was about to loose consciousness Kadaj released him, giving him the air his lungs demanded. He gasped, quick and deep. His hands soothed the abused skin of his neck which was probably bruised. Kadaj slid his hips down so he was lying on top, parallel with his brothers' body, his erection pushing against Yazoo's crutch. Yazoo gasped and avoided his brothers' gaze which was filled with amusement in his sickening way.
"Come on Yazoo. Don't you want to play?"
"No." Yazoo shoved at his brother who barely budged. Was he fucking drunk? Yazoo didn't want to play this game, but his brother was on one of those moods where no wasn't a sufficient answer and he would have his way. This happened often much to Yazoo's displeasure and Loz never helped him out when Kadaj was beating Yazoo. Sometimes it wasn't a beating; sometimes it was just touching which didn't bother Yazoo if he was in the mood. But sometimes Kadaj went too far and Yazoo couldn't get away. Loz would just ignore them or watch sometimes which pissed Yazoo off to hell. Loz would say that it was a turn on and he wouldn't want to stop something like that. Yazoo would just tell him to fuck off but Loz just laughed.
A pain in his ear brought him back to his current situation. Kadaj removed his teeth and Yazoo felt a little trickle of blood slide down his earlobe. Kadaj brushed his lips to Yazoo's but Yazoo snapped at him but Kadaj had pulled back in time to avoid getting bitten. "Get off me." Yazoo snarled but Kadaj knew he had already won. With the end of the handle to the whip he tilted Yazoo's head back to expose his neck. He lowered his mouth and nipped the skin making his brother flinch. Kadaj dragged his nails down Yazoo's neck then moved them under his shirt, lifting it and bringing it over Yazoo's head and then to the ground. He scratched down the bare chest, making Yazoo moan. The feeling always turned him on, nails scrapping down his skin. He didn't know why but it felt good and it always sent shivers down his spine and Kadaj knew it, and he knew everything else that turned his brother on. Yazoo yelped as nails dug into his sides, scratching deep cuts into his skin as they dragged down bellow his pant line.
"Dammit! Stop it Kadaj!" Kadaj just gave a short laugh and dug his nails deeper before he pulled his hands away and slapped Yazoo hard across the face. He sat back on his brothers' legs and took the whip and slapped it to Yazoo's chest. Yazoo bit his bottom lip, cutting off the scream that he wished his brother not hear. His brother only got encouraged when he did and that meant things usually got rougher. Kadaj continued to whip Yazoo, grinning with each grunt or groan that escaped Yazoo's now bleeding lips. Yazoo sighed in relief as Kadaj stopped and pulled his brothers head to his chest, in a somewhat hug.
"Yazoo, you're fine. There's no need to shed those pathetic tears." Yazoo frowned not having realized he had been crying. He hated that he became weak when confronted by his brother when Kadaj was in this state. Kadaj released him and pulled the blanket up over their bodies. He closed his eyes to sleep leaving Yazoo confused. He wasn't continuing? He wasn't going to hurt him any further this night? Yazoo shrugged, giving up. He wrapped his arms around his brother, pulling him close so his head was under his chin. Ignoring the sting of his cuts on his chest they fell asleep together in each others arms. Yazoo being glad that Kadaj didn't go ballistic.
The morning brought around a whole new light. Yazoo was forced awake when his body was yanked from the warmth of Kadaj and thrown heavily on the ground. Yazoo opened his tired cat like eyes to see Sephiroth hovering over him, his face cold and eyes burning into his. Yazoo got up in one graceful motion, his silver hair falling back behind his shoulders with an occasional strand falling onto his cheeks along with his long bangs. He pushed his bags slightly to the sides to get a better look at the powerful man before him. Kadaj sat up, rubbing his eyes to help him become awake. He cocked his head to the side, an eyebrow raised.
"Sephiroth?" Kadaj murmured, before Yazoo even decided to open his mouth. Yazoo shared a glance with his brother, both now awake. Sephiroth looked back at Kadaj then at Yazoo who made some attempt to find his shirt that Kadaj so carelessly disregarded the previous night. Sephiroth grabbed Yazoo's wrist as he bent down for the shirt near Sephiroths' foot and twisted it behind his back. Yazoo hissed has the muscles in his arm protested to the sudden abuse. In his ear, Sephiroth hissed, "You should be out training, Yazoo. Or at least searching for Cloud." His free hand ran up Yazoo's cut chest, nails digging into the cut flesh. Yazoo's head snapped back as he held back a cry of pain, a wave of pain flowing through his body from his chest and arm. Kadaj remained silent, a cocky grin plastered to his face, making him look almost insane. Suddenly Yazoo was thrown to the ground and he head Kadaj screaming. Sephiroth had Kadaj pinned to the wall, his feet unable to touch the ground as Sephiroth held him suspended in the air while his right hand was gripping Kadaj's hair tightly. Kadaj's eyes were clenched tight and his hands were clawing at Sephiroths hand on his neck while he gasped for air and his feet kicking bellow. Yazoo pulled himself to his feet, debating in his mind to cross Sephiroth and help Kadaj or let his brother feel pain which he rarely so felt. Loz had entered the room now, his eyes wide and transfixed upon the powerful figure within the house.
Kadaj fell unconscious in Sephiroths' grip and Sephiroth allowed the silver haired male to slide to the ground. Loz started to move forward to help but he saw the glare Yazoo shot him and stopped. Sephiroth turned back to Yazoo, seemingly unaware of Loz and walked until he was an inch from the other. Yazoo didn't dare back down, tilting his head to meet the eyes of his superior. Sephiroth ran his fingers through Yazoo's long silver hair, smoothly and softly before he tightened his grip and tilted his head back farther. "Why have you not left?" He sneered, a smirk playing upon his features as he seemed to take this as some kind of wonderful opportunity. Yazoo felt his had body begun to shake with fear as Sephiroth released him. "Get dressed now." He said calmly but the tone in his voice demanded no refusal or slowness.
Yazoo hurriedly shucked his night clothes that still remained on his body and donned his black suit, zipping it up and adjusting the buckles. He heard Loz leave and when he turned back around Sephiroth was right there making Yazoo retreat suddenly.
"Go outside and get your bike." Yazoo did as he was told, not questioning Sephiroth, fearing his wrath. When he had his motorcycle out and started, he looked to Sephiroth who stood there calmly. "You forgot to grab this." Sephiroth stated as he tossed Yazoo Velvet Nightmare. Yazoo hooked his gun at his hip, and then returned to look at Sephiroth who had his legendary grin on his face. "You might want to start going. I can easily catch you now." Yazoo's eyes widened in realization. He immediately accelerated and was speeding towards the city, the half which was abandoned. Sephiroth was going to attack him, if with the intent to kill him-Yazoo didn't know.
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Well that's it for now. I decided to write this at random so it will take me a while to write another chapter. If no one likes it then I might delete it. I will try to keep all my stories updated but sometimes I have troubles with what will happen next. I will finish my stories though! If you think this story is any good please tell me? Otherwise I might've just wasted time. Anyhow… I shall leave it at that. Next chapter still to come depending on my schedule.