I frowned, staring at the three children from behind my mother. She reached behind her, patting my head, mumbling a "be nice" before turning back to the three boys. "This is Kiyoko. My daughter." She told them, smiling friendlily. "Kiyoko, these boys are going to be staying with us for a while." She paused, walking over to them, leaving me to stand stubbornly in my place. "This is Yazoo." She said, placing a hand on said boy's shoulder. He looked like a girl, long silver hair trailed down to his shoulders, long, thick eyelashes framed mischievous green-blue eyes, he bowed his head slightly, a smug smile on his face. I crinkled my nose at him. My mother moved on to the next one. "This is Kadaj." She said, again, placing her hand on his shoulder. He looked almost as girly as Yazoo, I decided. His silver hair was shorter and stopped just under his ear, but his eyes were just as pretty and face just as pale and perfect. I grumbled. My mother, rolling her eyes at me, moved on to the next and last boy. "And this is Loz" she said, smiling as the boy grinned. He was definitely a boy. Short silver hair styled back into sort of a spikey peak, doofy expression, and quite a bit more bulk than his brothers, even at such a young age. I frowned and my mother sighed. "Excuse her, boys. She's a bit shy around new people." She explained, shooting me a glare, which I huffed at. "That's fine miss. We won't be new for long, right?" Kadaj spoke, smiling wickedly. I felt my eyebrow raise. "That's right, dear." My mother said, shaking his shoulder in a caring fashion.
"Fuck off, Kadaj." I grumbled, feeling the wind blowing through my hair, the evening sun warming my skin. "Your mother will be angry." He retorted smugly. He cared about as much as I did about how my mother would react. He was simply trying to get me to do what he wanted, in turn making me refuse even more. "Come now, Kiyoko-chan. We only want you to walk us home." Yazoo interjected, appearing at the head of the stairs that lead to the roof, where Kadaj and I were previously alone. I glared at him, I hated that candy coating he tried to use on me. "You know where we live. You can go home on your own. You're all three big boys." I grumbled, turning back to the sky. "Not all three of us…" Yazoo said in a teasing manner, before a soft sniffle reached my ears, and I sighed, jumping down from the edge where the fencing was, to stand before them. "Loz, don't cry please." I sighed, and Yazoo smiled evilly. I shot him a glare. I was tired of being Loz's personal emotional body guard from his brothers, but until the big oaf stood up for himself on his own, that was going to be my job. "But you don't want to be seen with us..." Loz sniffled, making me grimace. He was only half right. I didn't want to be seen with his brothers. Midgar had just recently rebuilt itself, the cause of its destruction? The Remnants and Sephiroth. The Remnants, Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz, were killed, returning to the lifestream. Apparently, they were reborn with much the same bodies, and memories, yet, without all the Jenova cells. The heroes that had saved this planet twice now, Cloud, Tifa, Barret and the others… they found the three reborn Remnants, and, knowing that they wouldn't be accepted very easily by the people of Midgar, tried to find them homes. They ended up with my mother and me, my mother being the only person willing to care for the three cat-eyed children. While she rose all four of us, I did not consider them family, and I don't mean that to be harsh. It is simply how I feel. They are house mates, family "friends" I would put it, but not family, and definitely not my brothers, although I did get stuck looking out for Loz more often than not, and he did refer to my mother as "mommy". "Do… do you not like us anymore, Kiyoko-chan?" he asked, wiping his nose on his sleeve. I sighed. "I like you just fine, Loz" I said, already exasperated. I took his hand in my own as I came closer to him, Yazoo's and Kadaj's grins falling. "I'll walk you home, ok?" I asked, smiling at him softly and he shot that same doofy grin from when he was five. Loz then grabbed my wrist, pulling me down the stairs quickly, leaving his two brothers on the school roof to scowl after us.
"He's getting attached." Yazoo commented after the tan-skinned girl and the rather large silver haired boy had disappeared down the stairs. Kadaj scoffed. "Like you're not." Kadaj snapped back, silencing his brother. "Is she weakening us, brother?" Yazoo asked after a long while of silence. "Maybe so."
I will never be a memory.
My eyes shot open with a gasp. Who was that voice? What did it mean by that? I lifted my hand to the bridge of my nose, squeezing slightly. I tried to sit up, but was stopped when a large arm wrapped itself around my shoulders, pulling me closer to a large slowly heaving chest. I looked over to see the sleeping form of Loz, sound asleep and apparently unaware of his refusal to allow me to leave his side. We were on the couch in the living room downstairs, both still in our school uniforms, apparently we had fallen asleep while watching television after we got home. I watched his chest rising slowly in his slumber, taking in the changes the boy had went through since he was brought to our home. He had gotten much taller, the tallest of the four of us in the household, his shoulders broadened and chest widened, and muscles seemed to bulge every time he moved in the slightest. I sighed, realizing that I was basically trapped until he awoke, and laid back, resting my head next to his as his soft breath tickled my neck. "Looks like you two are pretty close now." Kadaj said, appearing at the foot of the couch above our heads. I scowled at him, craning my neck to look him in his green-blue orbs. "Shut up. We're both fully clothed." I whispered, not wanting Loz to awaken. He's just like a kid, you wake him up and he gets grumpy. I didn't feel like baby sitting right now. Kadaj crooked his head to the side, a cheeky grin plastered on his pretty face. I opened my mouth to retort to the gesture, but was cut off my low groan emanating from the being beside me. Loz grumbled something in his sleep, cuddling me closer and nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck, causing my face to burn deep red on my tan skin and definitely not helping the situation. "You hate us, right? Yazoo and I?" Kadaj questioned, suddenly completely serious. I sighed. "I do not hate you. Or Yazoo." I mumbled, trying to refrain from giggling as Loz's breath ghosted against my neck. His smirk returned to his lips, head still crooked to the side. "Oh, but you're so cold to us. And so…. Warm… to him." Kadaj continued, gesturing to his still sleeping brother. I grumbled. "I am cold to the two of you, because you two do not require me to be caring. We both know Loz is different. Poor kid is really sensitive, and unlike you, he can't hide it." I said, patting Loz's head, causing him to sigh contentedly in his sleep. Kadaj was silent for a while, before he finally spoke up. "And what if we do?" he spoke so softly, I was almost not sure he had said anything at all. "Erm… do what?" I questioned awkwardly, trying to shift into a more comfortable position while still remaining platonic. Kadaj fixed me with a cold stare. "What if the two of us require you to be sweet to us too?" he asked, face back to being dead serious. I blinked a few times, trying to let that process in my brain. "ex…excuse me?" I blurted, honestly believing that I might've dozed off and that this was some strange dream, this thought was short lived however, as Kadaj leaned down, bending at nearly a ninety degree angle to press his lips softly to mine. I was far too shocked to kiss back, and he seemed to understand this, as when he pulled away, he was smiling at my dumbfounded face. He didn't speak again, simply walked away, and up the stairs to his room, leaving me at a complete loss, only being jarred from my confusion as Loz snuggled me closer, mumbling a sleepy "mine".