A/n: Okay, I wanted to do something from Kadaj's perspective. Sort of to show how he's not entirely there. Anyway, yeah…
Pretty Little Thing
We were all walking along the grassy path towards our eventual target; Edge. We know mother is there. The man has her. Or what's left of her.
Pretty little thing sound so clean and fresh…
Our bike sits sleeping nearby, they wait for us. "Yet another thing that can't do anything of their own accord or without instruction." His voice pervades my thought again. He's right. It's like those damned Turks. Loz and Yazoo don't know what he tells me. They have no clue. He's mine. They can't have him. Haha! And still they follow because I won't let him leave.
"Cut them loose." The voice sounded. Sometimes it was strong it blocked out my other senses. It frustrated me something terrible.
An unwelcome touch violates my shoulder. I grab my Souba. Loz jumps back just in time. He looks like he would cry. I hiss at him.
"Time to go yet Brother?" I swipe again.
I decide when we go.
Slick with oil red ooze. Seeps out. Lovely sticky mess…
I scan the area. I see pretty yellow birds. Chocobos. They look at me. I can't help but think how much they look like Strife. Silly little animal. So trusting…
This must be the chocobo farm. I jump the fence. My brothers watch me, expressionless.
A curious young one waddles over. It's a pretty little thing. It's hair like Cloud's feathers…
Do you think I have food? Do you?
It was so small. It's smaller than me. I want to see it bleed.
I grab it. It squirms and pecks and squeaks. I'm stronger and more powerful. It's black eyes stare up. It's scared of me.
I snap it's little neck. The sound is so fresh and clean. A lovely little cra-ra-ack. I can only smile and laugh. The bird's squealing dies down. I'm so much more important than such a weak thing like this. The beak snaps off so easily, the life essence trickling down between my fingers.
Yazoo informs me there are people yelling.
"Deal with it." I spit. How dare anyone disturb ME.
All the pretty little things die so quickly. The blood splatters my face and stains red the matted yellow feathers.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Just a little pretty thing. No matter.
I burst out laughing again. Yazoo comes to wipe my face. The ranch owner is all bruised and bloodied. He was weak too. Yum…so much blood. I remember falling asleep in Yazoo's arms.
He's warm. Where the hell is Loz? I need him too.
"Loz…Yazoo…" I mumbled. Where?
"We're here." Yazoo whispers in my ear, kisses my cheek.
"We love you Kadaj." He says. Loz says Love too.
I love you too…
I LOVE …you too?
So many pretty little weak things.
So did it sound mental and Kadajy enough?