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Author's Note: The beginning of an epic. I've been playing with this idea in my head... for oh a couple weeks. We'll see where it goes. The chapter titles are lyrics to the song "Propehtian" by Eternal Tears of Sorrow, which I sadly have no affiliation with either. Story will be specially edited for minors (aka scenes will be cut short from the lemon). Also, folks, my apologies about the spacing between scenes in these chapters. For some reason, the upload system on this website will not format it properly and everything runs together. Hopefully, the rulers will help.
Comments are welcome. It let's me know whether I should continue posting this.
Pairings: YazooxOFC and CloudxTifa, KadajxAeries.
Final Fantasy VII: Redeemer
Chapter One: A gap between the scenes - Severs the present and the time to come
Cover it up. Out of sight, out of mind. That was the way these pathetic people worked. Blind-sighting themselves to every hardship they had faced - or were facing- until it stared them straight in the face.
5 years since it had happened. 5 miserable years waiting, planning and hiding. 5 years since big brother had murdered Kadaj. It was murder. Yet these pathetic humans celebrated his death. They honored the one who murdered his little brother. Then they casually forgot about the boy whose blood alone Sephiroth would reawaken in.
Any of them could have done it, but Kadaj alone was the most like him. The one mother loved most. The one mother chose. He felt bitter about that. He felt bitter about many things. The way how everyone quietly forgot Kadaj. Quietly forgot Sephiroth. Forgot mother and her legacy. These fools even forgot her greatest reminder - the Geostigma. More important he was bitter about not being the chosen one. Mother had even rejected him from the afterlife. He understood Sephiroth now. Oh, how he understood now! Sephiroth was no longer in his heart. No longer whispered in his dreams. Mother no longer spoke to him, in his mind. It was quiet now. Just his thoughts. Only his desires. Nothing but his memories. Now he was just like them. But now, more than ever before, he understood mother's hate for this planet, and it's inhabitants. He understood Sephiroth so well now.
7 years prior something similar happened. Shin-ra. They had forgotten about it too. Then the Geostigma appeared to remind them. It served them both right for getting it! For suffering just a taste of what he had at their hands! But they had forgotten that too. Not everything he was aware of, as there was some things even they could not forget. But it was covered up. They made it "better", so they could pretend to have forgotten it.
"Shin-ra...", he hissed involuntarily at the name on his lips in midst of his revelry.
He remembered them. He remembered every last detail! After all, they made him that way. He remembered every bruise, every cut, every needle, every electric shock. He remembered every "experiment" and "test" they had run, and every word those disgusting scientists and doctors said. When he was a child he had cried. He was vaguely aware, somewhere in his instincts, that when he was hurt, someone should have been there to comfort him. But there was no one to comfort him. Nothing but a dark room of metal and four walls with a barred window to keep him company. Eventually, the tears stopped flowing. The desire to know why they were doing these things to him went away. That was when the hatred began.
He began to understand. He wasn't like them. To them he wasn't human at all. Just a weapon. A thing to them. They even noted the drastic change in his personality. The day he went from being a simple boy, confused and hurting to stoic and unevenly calm. The day he made up his mind to never cry again. No matter what they did to him, he would never give them the satisfaction of shedding one more tear because of them.
It all happened the one night he listened to them. No matter how badly he shook and his body pounded with internal pain, and that voice - that ever present voice called him, he listened to them. He commanded the voice to quiet, and it did to his surprise, and he heard them. He learned why they hurt him. Why they treated each other with so much respect, and him like a mere rodent in a maze. He also learned there were others like him that night. His first time with this knowledge was the doctors discussing "subject 1 and 3". Then he heard heavy footsteps, and thrashing. He heard a group of people entering. He heard someone crying. Then he heard someone else - screaming. Two doors opening. One next to his, the other across from him. He could not see through the metal, but his keen senses could hear it.
The one next to him continued crying. An older voice punctuated at times with a moan of pain. Then across the way it sounded like a tornado had been let loose in the cell. Banging, clanging, thumping, things being broken. The silence was then broken by the thing that forced him into his resolve, a child's voice yelling, "Get out of my mind!"
That was when he was 13. That was when the tears stopped flowing. Another 2 past and he would finally meet the other 2 on a combat field. The older one seemed to have 2 years on him, and he appeared to be 2 or 3 years the senior on the other. They fought like a pack of wild dogs. That was what they had been trained to do, after all. That was what they had been made for. To kill. However, they were told not to kill the other. They were told they would be one day placed on the field together. This was just another "test". In the end, despite the oldest ones speed and strength, and his own agility and cool, calculating demeanor in combat, the youngest of the three had bested them. They were then led back to their cells. All 3 quietly would glance at one another through bloodied, bruised eyes. They said no words but that was when the bond had begun.
Two more years would pass, and they would still be forced into combat practice with one another. Each time the youngest would beat them. Each time he got faster and stronger. Each time he became more agile, more calculating, and each time became more aggressive. He quickly became the leader of the three, which the scientists noted with great enthusiasm. They had learned to communicate with one another during that time. Sometimes even though the camera would be on them they would talk among themselves. They gave each other names, Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo. They didn't know why, but they wanted to be known as something other than Number 1, Number 2, and Number 3. They would wonder what it was like outside. If everyone treated them like this. At times it was just a comforting word when an individual experiment would be put upon one of them. They often turned to him because no matter how much it hurt, no matter what they did, he did not cry. He did not even scream out. Instead he let it well up within. He let each pain, each scar be his further resolve to do what the thing in his head whispered in his dreams.
Finally, the last of their experiments came just before they were let loose. Just before instead of going into battle to protect Shin-ra they ran. The scientists wanted to run another experiment. They wanted to make sure "everything worked right." They took them each to a different cell and waiting with in all 3 of them was a woman. He still could remember her. Staring back at him like a deer caught in the headlights. How she tentatively told him when he was done then she could go home. The bruises on her body when she undressed in front of him and lay his cool hands on her naked flesh. He remembered what it was like to touch her, press against her and derive for the first time, actual physical pleasure from this act with her. He could remember it so well. It had been the first time, and the only time their experiments were pleasant. He didn't understand until she would cry out in pain how weaker she was than him. How easy it was to break her fragile body when he would touch her too roughly, or let his rhythm when he was inside of her become too powerful. But yes, everything "worked" perfectly.
The scientists noted their different types of "copulation methods". It was also the first time he had done something better than Kadaj. Loz was a gentle kitten with the woman, practically making her the aggressive one. Kadaj... had problems. He "worked" but it took him longer than Loz or Yazoo. It had nothing to do with foreplay, he just could not sustain himself long enough. It took 2 hours just for that. Then when he started Yazoo could hear her screaming, not in ecstasy but pain, begging him to stop for what seemed an eternity. No matter how much she pleaded and screamed he didn't stop. He either didn't know any better, or what Yazoo figured was the reason, he just didn't care. He hated them too. He hated them more than Yazoo did. All of them. They watched the thee with them. Like they were putting together a scientific equation because of it. He had listened to the conversation as he had been doing for well on 9 years. "Subject 2 will be a breeder," he heard afterwards when in their cells.
A breeder? What a fascinating idea to him it was. An idea that still captivated him. When they were let out, they ran. They took off in the night and ran. Shortly later, was the explosion. After that, another voice entered their minds and hearts. It wasn't the one they had come to call mother. It was a male voice. Just as poignant, just as intoxicating. They found a place away from the fighting, where the trees glowed and a shell like structure came from within. So calm, so peaceful - and none of them came here. Except one. Only one. A blond, spiky haired man with mako eyes. Each time Kadaj would see him he would put his hands to his head whimpering, whispering "go away". Each time Yazoo seen him, a spurt of hatred ran through his veins. Not like when he was being tortured by the Shin-ra company... but something deep within him screaming for vengeance. But he would tell it to go away. Tell it to leave him alone so he could watch him. It would always obey. After a year of this, Kadaj seemed to get a hold of his senses. Kadaj seemed more - tame. He wasn't sure if that was because they were gone from the labs and it's torments, or if it was just because he was collecting himself. But through this time, they had come into a pecking order - sort of like a wolf pack. Kadaj was the unmistakable Alpha while he and Loz interchanged places as Beta and Omega. More often than not the Omega fell on Loz's shoulders.
He was still too sensitive to the world. Too easily hurt. He heard mother too... he couldn't control mother in his mind. It didn't help that they stood out so much when they went to get food and supplies. Their silvery moonlight hair and shimmering cat-like eyes forced them to be the object of everyone's fears and fascination. On one hand they were just orphans to them, worthy of pity, on the other, they were - different. Humans didn't like different. They didn't beat them, they didn't make them fight, they didn't puncture them with needles, but they talked. They sometimes ran from them. It was only the children and at times, the women who seemed to have any amount of tolerance for them. Some of them even approached them, tried to flirt with them or ask if they would need anything out of kindness. Loz would hunch over or roughly tell them to go away, Kadaj mocked them or ignored them, but he welcomed them. He had figured them out. Or maybe it was just because he "worked" better than than his brothers did.
But he was also slowly forming a plan. Kadaj had his own plans. His own reunion, and they all wanted to be like mother. To see the wonders mother had seen. Kadaj's plans always were better than his. So, he followed him to whatever end. They protected each other and they, dare he think it, loved each other. The only reason why he stopped short of the thought, was because he knew the simple fact - they were built to kill, not to love. Yet what else could it be? He had rarely known any other kindness but theirs. They had never known any other kindness but his. But then their big brother eliminated those plans. He murdered his brothers all in the interests of saving these miserable tyrants. These weak, forgetful tyrants who made them and now when they had no need of them anymore, tried to destroy them. Well, he was aware that he was not a thing. He was not one of them really either. He was - something else. Stronger, smarter, more agile, more unique - more dangerous.
When that blinding light came he heard mother's voice clearly, but she told him to go back. He didn't want to go back. But he did. When he woke, he was there. Back at what they called "The Forgotten City". He lie floating in the water. Nearly drowning when he opened his eyes and not realizing he wasn't on solid earth. It took days, even with Cure materia to heal himself back. When he did he looked for his brothers, but they were not there. He was alone. Alone in this cold, unfeeling hateful world. A world he now had to make a living in. At first he dyed his hair black, and requested specialized contacts for his eyes. When he made these changes he blended in almost perfectly. Almost. His feline grace still made him stand out. His never perishing beauty swept by causing either sighs or glaring. Children embraced him when in their play. Women came to him and men tried to befriend him. But darkness was in his heart. A heart of black. He allowed none of it. He would pat the child carefully on the head, shrug them off and press on. He would get up and walk away without a word when one of the women approached him. He had been known to start a bar fight when one of the men got too friendly. He finally left the town and went to another. He let the dye wash out of his hair, yet kept the contacts in. Still he could blend in. After all, his eyes did not frighten them with them in. It was his eyes that were a dead give-away. Finally, he went back to that town, for work. Again, he dyed his hair black. He had come to be known as "The Man in White", after leaving his black leather behind for the sake of blending in better, or at least leaving the world he knew before in the past.
He had found a new job. Computer analysis. He caught on quickly, and it annoyed him with how boring it got so soon. He continued in this shell of living, until one day his plan came back to him. He saw him again. He saw big brother on his motorcycle delivering something nearby. Impulsively, he stepped outside for some reason to follow him. He didn't have his guns anymore. He had no weapons at all. He got down there just as big brother got on his bike and drove off. He cocked his head to his side, a rising amount of not only fury but an insane desire for justice to be done permeating his senses. Then, something bumped his foot. He looked down and seen a yellow ball next to his foot. He looked up to see a child running towards him. His plan came flooding back to him. The intriguing idea fleeted into his senses, nestling there and staying. He picked up the ball and when the child reached him, he let a small twitch on his lips reassure the boy when he stopped, looking as though he was unsure if he could really trust this tall man in white or not. He held the ball out of him, the boy actually smiled at him! Something he almost laughed aloud about. Then after regaining his toy, took off with a thanks.
He waited, but mother did not whisper to him. He waited and that feeling that was undoubtedly Sephiroth did not surface. Both would try to tell him it was a horrid plan. A human plan. But the thing was he knew it perhaps was, yet there was some mad logic to this race. A mad logic he was going to take advantage of. He would not deceive unlike Kadaj. He would not try to huff his way through it and beat the pulp out of anyone who got in his way like Loz would. No, he would do this, his way. It didn't matter what mother wanted anymore. Mother rejected him, in favor of Kadaj. She in turn rejected Kadaj for her beloved Sephiroth. Now it was his turn. And no one... no soldier that ever will be or ever was, would stop him. He WILL succeed, if even partially.
He went back up inside and into his apartment. He sat down on his bed and looked about him calmly. He leaned back against the wall the meager bed was pressed against, folded his arms behind his head and smiled. He whispered into the air, "You're not going to like it. But just watch." With the words he swore he could feel lifestream energy wisp around him in a reply.