Authors Note
This story has been edited for its own good. Nothing major, just different word uses, grammar issues, and the placement of ideas.
This is my first fanfic to ever be posted online. Also the the first to not be a one shot, a dropped project, and to have a full story.
The more you review now, the more likely you are to have a lemon.
Enjoy.
Yazoo sat there dazed. He loved the fact that he was alive. He truly did. But upon seeing this, his heart stopped.
In his beeline of sight was a young girl. But by the looks of it she was accompanied by someone. A taller, older woman walked next to her. They were on a walk, as it appeared, and were passing by the alley he was in. Maybe if he was quiet enough he would go unseen
Yazoo remembered the little girl. It wasn't that long ago him and his brothers were on their search for mother. It was probably a little over a week. Though he was alive in the end he lost, survived, and was enslaved to a broken and most likely dislocated arm, a concussion to his left temple, scars and scratches all over, major bruises, and a torn leather suit, exposing parts of his chest, arms, and legs.
He felt dirty. His long silver hair was a mess and stained with blood and dirt.
They looked like they were searching for something. Maybe they were searching for the last of the infected children. Yazoo heard from people passing by that children and adults were being rid of the disease known as Geostigma.
They stopped halfway and started to turn down the alley.
NO!
If he was spotted then he would more than likely be killed. Though in his current state he already knew he was going to die, if not from the wounds, then from starvation and dehydration, but at this particular moment he didn't want to be killed by an enemy.
He tried to squish himself even further in between the brick wall, the trash cans and a pipe. He was completely unseen unless you were to walk up to him and notice from the corner of your eye.
He hoped they would just leave the alley, and walk away, but they didn't. When they reached him the taller woman kept walking, leaving him completely unnoticed. That is until the little girl found him.
She pointed to him and said, "Tifa look. It's an old man. And he's injured too!"
Old man? Hardly. Unless being in your early 20's is old, he would be insulted. And that he was. He glared up at her. But with his bangs covering his eyes, it was quite hard to tell, let alone see them.
The woman known as Tifa walked over to her and studied her discovery. Almost instantly she gasped. "Marlene, this isn't an 'old' man." She told her. "Run back home ok? I'm going to see what I can do here?"
The little girl nodded running away. Tifa looked down at hi and crouched, becoming level with him.
"Who are you? I've never seen you before, are you one of the three who tried bringing reunion?"
Yazoo didn't answer. He would never tell her anything. He stared at her coldly before trying to stand up. He managed to stand, but the second he did he stumbled and fell against the wall, crushing his broken arm.
He groaned in pain. Tifa stood up to help him, touching his uninjured arm softly. Yazoo threw her arm away and started to walk away. When he got about a little more than five feet away, he crumbled to the ground. First falling on his knees, then completely lying down, unconscious. Tifa rushed to his side. She turned him over to lie on his back. She placed a hand on his forehead, feeling a slight burning feeling. He had a fever.
Tifa quickly and carefully, without ant hesitation, pulled his uninjured arm around her neck, and pulled slightly. Enough to give her access to wrap an arm around his waist, hoisting him up. She dragged him along like this until she reached her destination.
7th Heaven.
Tifa set him gently on the couch in the living room. She looked around and called if anyone was home. But no one sounded so she took that as they all left.
She walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and filling it with warm water and collecting a wash clothe from the cabinets.
Walking back next to the occupied couch she set the bowl on the coffee table, which was in front of the couch, and damped the clothe. She rung it out and began to wash the man's face.
All the while she began to ponder around thoughts like, 'I thought he was supposed to die. That explosion was big enough to take out Sephiroth if he didn't die.' and 'how did he come back to life?'
While lost in thought, Tifa accidentally pressed a little too hard on the gash just below his hairline on his temple, causing him to stir from his slumber.
Tifa froze in place. The cause in her freeze at this very moment?
His eyes fluttered open. Allowing her to read his current train of thoughts and emotion. He was sad, confused, hurt, and other emotions she didn't want to know.
He struggled for his voice, finding it very hard to speak. but finally pulled together a simple question. "W-where am I?" His voice was raspy and weak, but it was loud enough to hear.
Tifa gave him a comforting smile, brushing some tresses from his eyes carefully.
"Your safe." Though it wasn't much, she at least made it sound with assurance, and hope to show him he wouldn't be harmed.
Yazoo nodded and was about to give him her apperception, but she put a finger to his lips, silencing him.
"Don't speak now. Your voice is weak. Get some rest, we'll talk when your healthy again."
He nodded and, almost instantly, fell back asleep. She went back to cleaning him off.
Tifa was still a bit awestruck. NEVER in her life had she seen eyes with so much emotion. And though his voice was a bit flabby and hard to read she could sense essences of question, pain, disbelief, and even worry. His blue/green eyes told her his thoughts of mind. How much of distrust and grief he felt at that moment. But she did have to admit, he was a bit calmer than his brothers had been.
She remembered all the descriptions Cloud gave her of the three.
Kadaj was quite the rebel. His cruel and demeaning mind gave insane a whole new level. Though he looked like a boy, he was the leader and the youngest. His fighting could rival Cloud, had it not been for the box he was holding. But in the end Kadaj was really only a lost child. It was sad really. All your life your looking for something that was smashed into your brain, and before your even close to the age of an adult you die. She remembered Yuffie bawling into tears at the story she was given. She felt bead for him as well as Tifa.
Yazoo was probably the middle. Cloud didn't say a whole lot about him except he was quite cunning. His aim could probably match Vincent's, maybe even surpass him. His movements were like water. No real form or anything, just flow. He wouldn't even say anything, just give a very mischievous smirk. Cloud thought he wasn't even real fighting. He always looked bored and smirked a lot noting his joy filled brawl. He resembled Sephiroth in appearance, but not quite much as Kadaj.
Loz was the strongest of the three. And yes she remembered him quite clearly. His buff appearance wasn't even close to how strong he really was. Though despite his appearance of a tough guy, he was actually quite the crybaby.
They certainly had differences in each other. But she wondered how they acted at home, if they even had one. Were they all brotherly? Did they argue a lot? Or did they get along like regular siblings?
She couldn't but wonder, but then realized something.
She figured out his name!
She had already seen Loz, more appropriate, fought him. Cloud described Kadaj as a small boy in his late teens with short silver hair. And seeing as how its only been about a couple weeks and he couldn't have gotten any bigger or his hair grow any longer. This man before her must be Yazoo.
After finishing with his face she thought he might be out for a while so she better clean him and bandage him properly.
And as if on cue Yuffie barged into the house.
"HELLO TIFA!" She screamed with energy.
Tifa tried to quiet her down. "Shhh. Keep it down."
Yuffie looked hurt. "Awww! That's not nice! Why does it need to be so quiet, huh?" She knew Tifa better than anyone. And she knew it was odd to try and keep the house quiet.
Tifa answered freely. Not caring what her reaction would be. "I'm trying to recover a man from his injuries, and at the moment he's sleeping."
Yuffie gasped. "What are you serious? Where is he? Is it someone we know?"
Tifa was a bit annoyed with all the questions, but she dared not tell her that. She simply answered them. "You could say we know him, he's on the couch resting if you want to see him."
And before she knew it Yuffie was in the living room. Her jaw was hung open in shock. "Tifa…you…you do know who this is…right?" Yuffie suddenly became quiet. Either she was lost in though or she was awaiting answer.
"Yes I know. But like Cloud said, 'everyone deserves a second chance.' And I think I'll take that to heart, so long he doesn't try to kill someone again."
Yuffie nodded. Then went back to her bubbly self. "So Tiff do ya need any help? I'm here so what can I do?" She asked with a smile.
Tifa was grateful she wanted to help. "Um. Well first off keep it down, so we don't wake him. And at the moment I need to undress him so we can put some bandages on."
Yuffie ran to the bathroom and came back with a first aid. "So Tiff, do you know his name?"
"Yes I believe Cloud said it was 'Yazoo."
Yuffie raised an eyebrow then giggled. "That's a funny name!"
Tifa smiled. "I guess so. Yuffie can you come over here and lift him up?"
Yuffie walked over to Yazoo and lifted him into a somewhat sitting position, with her hands on his shoulders to keep him in balance.
Tifa began to undo all the buckles and strapping, that are keeping his leather in place. Then she hesitantly, at first, began to unzip the trench coat, seeing as how it was the most torn and ripped article on him. When it was fully unzipped she gasped.
From his neck to about his mid chest was bandaged. It was wrapped up tightly and layered pretty thick, as if he didn't want anyone to see what it was. She decided to pay no attention to it since the bandages were clean and looked alright.
All along his chest and torso were countless bruises of all colors. The marble flesh was now a colorful rainbow. One in particular was big and marred on his left shoulder. It was ranging from the colors blue, black, purple, red, brown, and a tinge of green. She ran her fingers over it lightly, noting his skin twitch from it, and his face winced a little. Tifa stopped and began to take of the leather coat fully, throwing the material to the side.
She looked him over, noticing other cuts and gashes that were inhuman for any living being to bare.
She wrapped his torso, where a still bleeding cut was formed. As she went to examine his arms and saw old scars that must have been there for years. There were cuff like rings around his wrists, like he had been tied down. As she examined the various cuts, scars, flesh wounds, and all that stuff she wrapped the flesh wounds and put ointment on cuts and scratches, just in case. She started working on his right arm, that looked a bit deformed. Upon touching it, she felt his muscles tighten up. She took her hand away and wrapped it up in a sling. Deciding she could snap it up in place when he wakes up.
"There! That's it for his upper body," Tifa stated brushing some hair out of her face.
"Does that mean I can let go now? His heavy ass is too heavy for me." Tifa nodded and she let go of Yazoo. He flopped back onto the couch and he landed softly, but not soft enough for him to not moan in pain.
Tifa sighed. "Yuffie you need to be a little more gentle. Remember he's injured."
Yuffie huffed. "So what? He's a bad guy till the very end. And you want me to forgive him so easily for nearly bringing the planet to destruction?"
"Um something like that yeah." She replied sarcastically. "Look, though I don't entirely agree with everything Cloud says, this one I think I'll stick to for a while. He always says everyone deserves a second chance."
This time it was Yuffie's turn to sigh. She shook her head and said, "I swear that Cloud is seriously starting to be more of a pain in the ass more and more."
"Um, Yuffie?"
"Hmm."
Tifa blushed slightly. "We need to get his pants off"
Tifa began to unzip his skin tight leather. She stopped and looked up at Yuffie who was still a bit baffled by the realization.
"Yuffie! Come and help me, please!" She scolded.
Yuffie ran over to the other end of the couch. She tugged at his pant legs. Tifa hesitantly unzipped his skin tight leather pants. She began peeling off his leather clad legs, Yuffie assisting by tugging at the bottoms. They had gotten the pants off and he was left in his undergarments.
Tifa stared at the pants for a second, then back at the man. Yuffie snatched the pants from her and studied them for herself.
"Garbage." She said as she threw the pants to the now 'garbage' pile, which consisted of his boots, trench coat, gloves, socks, and shirt.
His legs were just about as bad as his chest, but slight differences in injuries. Rough purple bruises marked his ankles. He had huge gashes here and there, and lots of scratches. She almost felt sorry for him in this condition. She wrapped up his wounds that were deep and cleaned off minor cuts, only paying real attention to the serious wounds.
Tifa sighed. "That should do it. Thank you Yuffie." Tifa gave her a smile of appreciation as well, in which Yuffie gladly returned, grinning.
"No prob Tiff. So what now? He won't be up for a while."
Tifa thought for a moment. Then she finally spoke up, after a moment of silence. "I don't know. Hey what happened to everyone? I was only gone for a short time and they're already gone."
Yuffie seemed as though she didn't really know. By the way she sighed and shrugged off the question. But, nonetheless she answered. "Marlene came running back and was saying something about you two finding an old man lying in the streets, which actually appears to be on of our ex enemies. An extremely hot enemy at that."
"Yuffie!" Tifa shouted in surprise.
"What? You know its true! So don't lie!"
Tifa went red in the face. "Will you just finish telling me what happened, instead of debating this?"
"Fine!" Yuffie pouted. "Well when she told Cloud that he was thinking it was an old man that you were helping, so he took Denzel and Marlene and left. He said he wouldn't be back in a while, so he kicked me out! The bastard! He has some nerve!"
"Oh. Ok. I thought something really important came along and he had no choice but to take the kids with him."
Some time had passed since Yuffie first stopped by and helped Tifa with 'Yazoo' and Cloud had yet to return. It had been at least two weeks. Two weeks and Yazoo never woke up. Yuffie made stops to visit her and help her out a bit and keep her company. Living with an unconscious man wasn't very fun, nor were they close to be called 'company'
Every now and then Yuffie would crack a joke like, 'when the hella will Cloud get his royal behind back here? My own ass needs a resting!'.
Tifa was more surprised by the way he recovered. It was quite quickly yet some of the scars wouldn't even change its color. They just sat there, never taking any effect on coloring. She wondered if those were even wounds.
All the while he was resting Yuffie and her washed him up. Giving him a bath so he wouldn't smell. Changing him into a set of clothes that Cloud never wore, seeing as how his old all leather attire was ripped and shredded. And put him in a guest room so he didn't feel uncomfortable and wake up.
Today Tifa in at the table thinking. She hadn't had a visit from Yuffie in a while and was quite bored. She decided some cleaning would take her mind off things, so she started doing the dishes.
Her thoughts regained control again and she began running through them. She was debating whether or not the situation at hand could turn out even worse.
CREAK!
THUMP!
BANG!
CLASH!
Tifa was startled by theses sounds. And in result caused her to drop a plate, shattering it into pieces, and rub up the stairs to what made her surprised. The man had woken up. And in doing so he not only fell, but
Tried to hang onto something but failed, causing a glass cup fall to the floor.
Yazoo moaned in pain and tried getting up, but quickly stopped when he looked up to see Tifa standing in the doorway.
Tifa was frozen in place again. His eyes had caught hers and she couldn't look away. Yazoo had tried again to stand up but his hand pressed roughly onto a shard of glass and cut his left hand open. He hissed and stumbled onto his broken arm, elapsing an even louder growl in pain.
This time his eyes shut, allowing Tifa to take this moment of opportunity to rush to his side. "Don't strain yourself." Was all she could come up with.
She reached a hand out to help him up. When her hand touched his shoulder he shrugged off. He looked back up at her. His cold eyes burning into her warm ones.
"Don't touch me!" He hissed through gritted teeth.
Tifa wasn't too surprised, but was still a bit shocked. And then she wondered why he was so heartless all of a sudden, although she had a feeling she already knew why. After a moment she finally got her .
"You're one of brother's friends aren't you?" His voice sounded spiteful.
Tifa gulped and then nodded. "Humph. Is he even here?"
Tifa shook her head. "No ones here except me."
Yazoo smirked. "That's not very smart. Well whatever. If he's not here then I have no business being here." Yazoo struggled getting up without help, but he managed. He exited the room and was in front of the stairs. He was a couple of steps down when he lost his balance.
Tifa thought this went in slow motion. Each step down he either his head, butt, broken arm, or knee. It all would've been very amusing, had it not been for the fact that he was injured.
Tifa was by his side in a matter of seconds.
"Yazoo?" She asked turning him over to lay on his back. He opened his eyes and didn't look any more broken than he did before.
"H-how do you know my name?"
She smiled. "It's all right. Cloud told me." Yazoo nodded and started to get his way to stand, with Tifa by his side gently pulling him up. Yazoo leaned a bit on Tifa for support. Tifa lead him back upstairs into the guest room that was now his.
"This will be your room from now on ok?"
Yazoo seemed a bit uneasy with this. "I'm not staying here for long you know. When my wounds are healed I'm leaving this place and you people."
Tifa sighed. Yup. Cloud was right. He IS a very complicated person.
"Would you like something to eat?"
"Would you like a can of shut the hell up?" Yazoo's head was hurting, and the pain in his chest was becoming stronger. He didn't mean to sound so rude, but he couldn't stand it any more.
Yazoo hissed in pain and fell onto the floor clutching at his heart. He blood felt hot and it boiled up to his brain. He screamed. Tifa didn't know what to do. She kneeled by his side and rested a hand on his back.
"Yazoo? Yazoo!"
Everything around him was spinning. Before he knew it he saw silver spots sparkling before his eyes. The darkness covered his vision.
Yazoo: i...I fainted?
Yeah you're a wuss. Now do me a favor and reveiw. Or cut your head off wit this lil doggy! -holds up monopoly piece- YEAH! Thats what I thought! I tried my best not to make it sound too boring, but i dunno what happened. I'm thinking the chapter up now n typin it up as it comes, so reveiw n I'll post it as soon as possible. ...Maybe. Now R&R