Disclaimer: Hell, if I owned FF-7 I'd be godly…but I don't…yah…I know…suckiest it are.

Don't Cry Anymore

The rain was terrible In Yazoo's opinion; it added more dampness to the already chilled night air. Wet, cold, and miserable Yazoo slouched against the grubby wall beside him and heaved a tired sigh. Loz, his older brother looked up from the crate he was sitting on, he looked uncomfortably positioned, being so low to the ground surely wasn't easy for a man of his bulk. Yazoo smirked, if he brother was a smarter man he might have found a better spot to sit – or God forbid, stand.

"How much longer do you think he'll be?"

By he, Yazoo believed Loz was referring to their brother and leader, Kadaj. Kadaj had recently gone off seeking big brother, leaving the two behind as always. Yazoo supposed his didn't mind, after all he and Loz had bonded through Kadaj's bizarre behaviour. Yazoo shifted slightly as he thought of the middle brother, he had always been…odd but now in recent times he had taken on an almost psychotic view of things.

Yazoo shook his head gracefully, sending strands of silver hair whirling. His brother was just starved for Mother - weren't they all?

"I would think Kadaj won't be back for awhile."

A soft whimper was almost drowned out by the rain, but Yazoo who had become accustomed to the ways of his brother sneered.

"Don't cry, Loz."

"I'm not crying! I'm just cold." Loz answered defensively.

Yazoo rolled his eyes, Loz could certainly kick his ass in a fight but he had never raised a fist to Yazoo or Kadaj in anger – even when they constantly made a mockery of him. Instead he'd just cry and Yazoo, feeling bad would go and comfort him, all because Kadaj could never stop Loz's crying.

Yazoo took some satisfaction in knowing that Kadaj couldn't do a simple thing like providing support. But this quickly died when he glanced at his brother just in time to see a fat tear roll its way down Loz's chin. Loz missed Kadaj and that hurt Yazoo, wasn't it Yazoo who was always there for Loz when Kadaj wasn't? And here was Loz – unable to be content with the presence of his younger brother.

Yazoo looked away towards the shadows of the alley; dismissively he folded his arms underneath his chest.

"I thought I told you to stop crying." Yazoo was unable to hide the envy in his voice; it was a good thing Loz was too thick to pick up on it.

Loz answered him with an even louder sob, it earned Yazoo's attention and he watched the hulking frame of his brother slouch over with sobs. He was funny sometimes, seeing a man the size of an elephant crying like a little girl, funny and quite often sad. For Yazoo knew himself what plagued his brother, and it was nothing to laugh at. It was painful, a constant pang of fear and sorrow usually companied by a soft motherly voice that neither brothers could ever find.

Yazoo groaned as he felt his cold exterior melt away with each tear his brother shed. He walked to his brother's side feeling a pinprick of guilt as Loz shielded away. He placed one hand on his brother's shoulder and squeezed lightly. Loz looked up, revealing mako coloured eyes blurred by tears and sorrow.

"Don't cry, Loz."

He sat down there beside the crate and wiped away a falling tear with his freehand.

"We'll find Kadaj, we'll find Mother."

Yazoo moved his hand in small slow circles soothing tense muscles.

"Don't cry anymore."

-End-